Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44: Chapter 44: This is my son

Chapter 44: This is My Son

Noah stood over Elijah.

Not with glee. Not with satisfaction.

With silence. _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}

His silver eyes—cold. Detached. Still.

Elijah writhed on the ground, a trembling mess of golden embers and ragged breaths. He couldn’t rise. His limbs failed him. His spirit, fractured, screamed within his chest.

But Noah didn’t move.

He stared, unblinking, like a god over a fallen idol.

He couldn’t kill him. Not here. Not yet.

The Academy wouldn’t allow it. The Goddess behind Elijah wouldn’t allow it.

But even deeper than rules, Noah didn’t want him dead.

That would be too quick. Too merciful.

No—Noah wanted Elijah to live.

To crawl.

To watch—powerless—as Noah rose above him.

He wanted Elijah to feel it. That humiliating, soul-crushing realization that he was no longer the center of the world’s story. That he’d been dethroned, not by a villain... but by a better protagonist.

Petty? Maybe.

But Noah didn’t care.

Not after everything.

When Elijah killed Noah’s predecessor—killed him like it meant nothing—he didn’t hesitate. No regret. No mercy. Just cold, mechanical execution. The world didn’t flinch then. They celebrated. Called it righteous.

So now?

Why should he be the merciful one?

Would Elijah, if their roles were reversed?

No.

Noah’s thoughts sharpened.

’I won’t just defeat you. I’ll crush you so thoroughly that even the thought of revenge will feel pointless. Hopeless. Empty.’

And this moment?

This was only the beginning.

Because now the world had seen it:

Elijah can bleed.

Elijah can fall.

The myth shattered—and the silence it had enforced crumbled with it.

All those who resented the golden boy, who whispered in backrooms and quiet corners, now had a symbol.

Noah Weaverheart.

He glanced down again. Elijah remained on his knees, gasping. Struggling. Ash scattered around him like broken wings.

He wouldn’t heal quickly—not this time.

A wound to the soul wasn’t like a cut or burn. It couldn’t be patched with Phoenix fire. Not unless you knew how to rebuild yourself spiritually.

And Elijah wasn’t ready for that kind of pain.

But Noah remembered.

He remembered the punch Elijah had landed earlier. The one that nearly shattered his ribs and rattled his organs.

So...

He raised a hand.

"Lightning," he whispered.

The sky obeyed.

A scream of thunder split the heavens. A silver-purple bolt tore down like divine judgment, cutting through clouds with predatory precision—

CRACK.

The lightning struck Elijah dead center.

Straight through his skull.

He didn’t even scream.

He just... collapsed.

A hush fell over the arena.

Mouths hung open. People flinched. Some gasped audibly. A few even stepped back, as if the act might echo onto them.

"...Was that necessary?"

No one said it aloud.

But they all thought it.

Except one.

⸻

Far from the battlefield—hidden in the icy halls of the Weaverheart Estate, in her glacial throne chamber—Selene Weaverheart laughed.

Uncontrollably. Proudly.

Her cold eyes shimmered with something warm.

"That’s my son."

Frost leaked from her skin, freezing the floor, creeping up the windows. She didn’t notice. She didn’t care. She was too entranced by the sight of her boy—standing above the world.

A smile touched her lips.

Perfect. Perfect.

On her lap, a large feline watched the scene through a floating projection. Luminara, in her cat form, licked her paw once.

Then paused.

Her tail flicked.

’Too good...’

’He’s too good. What monster have you birthed, Selene?’

⸻

Across the continent, in the Imperial Palace, the Emperor trembled in his golden chair.

The room was silent.

Except for his heartbeat.

His fists clenched. He didn’t know how to feel. Fury? Awe? Paranoia?

He couldn’t decide.

Was Noah... better than Elijah?

That question haunted him.

But it didn’t matter.

Because the world had already decided.