Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Elizabeth’s awakening

Chapter 72: Awakening of a Celestial

After settling Ester’s heart, Noah leaned back into his chair, utterly calm. Ester had returned to his shadow, her mind finally soothed, even a little excited to meet the being now sharing her home inside the shadow.

Meanwhile, Yuki and Elizabeth kept shooting heated glances at Noah’s shadow, jealousy burning silently in their hearts.

If only I could be his shadow... if only I could be with him every second...

The same thought echoed inside both their minds.

Noah noticed their longing but, as usual, chose not to comment.

Across the table, Eric muttered under his breath, glaring at him.

"Damn player..."

...

Noah broke the silence with a bright, casual smile that only made Elden tremble harder.

"So, Grand Master Elden... How about a little chat?"

But Elden, forced to sit chained across from this monstrous boy, knew better. Behind that youthful face, behind that smile, was something terrifying—an existence heavier than anything he’d ever encountered.

And Elden was wrong if he thought he’d even seen half of Noah’s true power.

Noah’s very existence wasn’t just strong—it was wrong. Obscene for a supposed A-rank being. His soul, his presence, distorted the very concept of what a mortal should be.

And now, he was smiling at him like a cat playing with a wounded mouse.

"What do you want?" Elden asked, trying—desperately—to keep his voice strong.

Noah chuckled lightly, a sound sharp and cutting.

"Let’s be efficient, shall we? I might have time, but I don’t enjoy wasting it."

His silver eyes sharpened. "I’ll ask questions. You’ll have five seconds to answer. If you don’t... well, you’ll get intimately familiar with soul pain."

Noah’s voice was smooth, almost pleasant, as if discussing afternoon tea.

"And believe me," he added softly, "there’s no pain worse than soul pain."

Before Elden could react, Noah continued.

"First question: who ordered you to kill us?"

Noah already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear it said aloud.

Elden stared at him, lips tightening. Pride and stubbornness wrestled inside him.

He didn’t answer.

Five seconds passed.

Noah didn’t even blink. He simply reached out, placed a hand against Elden’s chest, and whispered:

"Cut."

A scream tore out of Elden’s throat, raw and deep and filled with agony.

"ARGHHHH—!"

The sound echoed around them, cutting through the air like a blade.

Then, just as suddenly, the pain stopped.

Elden gasped, his body trembling, sweat pouring down his forehead.

The pain lasted for 5 seconds.

Noah sat there, the same gentle smile playing on his lips.

"Next time," he said casually, "it’ll be ten seconds."

There was no malice in Noah’s voice. No cruelty. Just a cold, clinical promise.

Elden, shuddering, didn’t dare challenge him again.

"No—no, I’ll talk!" he cried quickly. "It was... it was the Chosen One! He ordered us to kill you!"

Noah’s gaze sharpened.

"The Chosen One? Elijah hun?" His voice was still soft, but there was a dangerous undercurrent.

He leaned forward slightly, silver eyes gleaming. "Even Elizabeth? You would have killed her too? A genius like her? What would you would have gained from that?"

Elizabeth clenched her fists so hard her nails bit into her palms, biting her lips till they bled.

Elden grimaced. His voice was low, almost ashamed. "Our... our Goddess would have taken her soul. She wouldn’t have truly died. Her soul would have been bound to the Goddess... forever. No chance of rebellion."

Noah’s eyes narrowed.

Ah. So that’s what it was.

A binding, just like the one he had accidentally imposed on Shadeva.

Eric’s jaw dropped.

"The goddess was gonna do what?!" he blurted out. "Are we even talking about the same goddess? The one of light and justice?!"

Even Yuki, raised far from the world’s politics, could tell something about this stank.

And Elizabeth...

Elizabeth’s fury boiled over.

Her mind raced. Her heart pounded painfully inside her ribcage.

The Goddess she had worshiped. The faith she was willing to live and die for.

A lie.

A chain disguised as salvation.

Her fingers trembled. Her breathing grew short. Sharp. Erratic.

Everything I believed in... was a lie?

Pain boiled up inside her—sharp and acidic. Anger followed, rushing like a flood.

And then—grief.

How many people have been shackled?

How many dreams stolen in the name of light?

How many futures crushed?

A crack appeared across her heart. Then another.

A new awareness bloomed inside her. _{freёwebnovel.com}