Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: The Heir Of White

Chapter 48: The Heir of White

While Elira Varnis calmly tested the boy before her, her mind split in multiple directions—half debating, half observing, but fully invested in the outcome.

But for Noah, this was no test.

It was a nightmare.

His very existence felt like it was being unraveled, crushed by an invisible force that gnawed at more than flesh. It clawed at his soul. At the essence of what made him real. Alive.

This is what it means to face someone who exists on a higher plane, he realized. This isn’t strength. This is presence. Recognition by the universe itself.

And against that?

You don’t fight. You endure.

This is too much, he thought, gritting his teeth. Every part of him—body, soul, mind—screamed in agony. It was as if his soul was being pulled apart, strand by strand, and there was nothing he could do but hold on.

He didn’t scream. Didn’t groan. Just clenched his jaw and endured.

His Aura of Limitlessness flared, wrapping around him in a wild dance of resistance.

But it wasn’t enough.

So he released everything.

All his auras.

Instantly, the air shifted.

Lightning crackled across his shoulders.

Frost coiled at his feet like silver mist.

A presence of absolute sovereignty emerged—like a monarch entering his throne room.

His form blurred, fragmenting into echoes, as if reality struggled to contain him, to give him a proper shape.

Then came the Aura of Samsara—a whisper of life and death, a black-and-white river of eternal return that healed, soothed, and refused to break.

With all five auras in play, the tide began to turn.

Noah breathed.

Barely—but it was enough.

He stood up, back straight, silver eyes glowing. His expression unreadable, his presence impossible to ignore.

He didn’t look human anymore.

He looked like something becoming.

Elira’s white eyes widened.

"...Glorious!," she murmured.

She had expected talent. But this?

Not four auras. Five.

And one of them was a rare conceptual aura—life and death.

’Where did this boy come from?’she thought.

How can one so young wield so many rare affinities?

Her curiosity twisted into hunger.

She wanted him.

And she was satisfied.

"It’s enough," she said softly.

The crushing pressure vanished in an instant.

Noah collapsed—not from pain, but from the sudden lack of resistance. He hit the ground hard, but forced himself up again just as fast. Shoulders squared. Jaw set.

Expression: unchanged.

Elira’s smile curved.

Is he angry? How amusing.

She didn’t address it.

"You still want my support?" she asked.

Noah’s thoughts were still a little hazy, but one emotion burned clear: annoyance.

’I swear, if I ever get strong enough, I’ll return the favor and drop a goddamn realm on her head...’

But he swallowed the thought quickly. If she could crush him with pressure, she could probably hear his curses mid-thought.

"Yes," he said evenly.

Elira smirked—a flawless, regal expression.

"Then become my disciple. My heir."

Noah blinked, momentarily thrown off.

"No. The top ten students of the first semester will enter. It’s a chance for young talents to forge themselves—and fight for their fortunes." _{free𝑤ebnovel.com}