Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Justicia

Chapter 73 - The Goddess Stirring, and Mortal Love

In a distant realm—beyond the reach of Laeh, beyond the mortal gaze—

A land woven purely from light stretched endlessly.

The air itself shimmered under the golden sky, heavy with divinity.

Golden rivers snaked through golden forests; beasts of pure radiance prowled and soared through the eternal day.

At the very center of this sacred land stood a magnificent castle—a structure of white marble and flowing gold, glowing with a majesty that even time dared not touch.

And deep within its throne room—

Seated upon a massive throne adorned with celestial glyphs—

—was Justicia.

Also known as the Goddess Of Light and Justice.

Her beauty was not mortal. It was the kind of beauty that bent reality around itself, made hearts ache and minds go blank.

Golden hair. Golden eyes.

But not merely gold—

Inside them flickered something older, purer, something terrible in its brilliance.

Yet now—

That divine face was twisted in a deep scowl, rage boiling under her smooth, flawless skin.

Her golden eyes gleamed dangerously as she watched a vision suspended before her:

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth awakening as a Celestial.

Her hands clenched slowly into trembling fists.

Even the space around her groaned from the pressure.

"Even after everything..." Justicia whispered, her voice smooth, almost musical—and yet as cold as winter.

She could hardly believe it.

Despite all her meticulous efforts:

Sealing Elizabeth’s absurd potential.

Disrupting her soul’s stability. Making her unstable.

Binding her future to Elijah—the "Chosen One"—so he could claim her easily.

Despite it all.

Despite it all.

Elizabeth still managed to awaken.

All that effort. All that control.

For nothing?

The golden realm itself shivered in response to Justicia’s seething fury.

If only her influence weren’t restricted...

If only she could simply reach across the veil and snuff Elizabeth out with a thought—

Her nails dug into her palms.

She hissed under her breath:

"That cursed child, Laeh... Always interfering."

Having no choice, she finally tore her gaze away from Elizabeth, unwillingly, and turned it toward another image:

Elijah.

Her Champion.

Her chosen one, now locked in battle against a savage A-rank wolf.

Her eyes softened instantly, glowing with something resembling maternal love.

"Grow, my beloved," she whispered.

"Grow stronger. Conquer that world. Offer it to me, as tribute."

She lifted a hand. A small orb of golden light appeared above her palm—a tiny fragment of her overwhelming power.

It was all she could send. Her limitations on that world were too strict.

The orb shot forward, vanishing into the distance, embedding itself within Elijah’s soul.

It would lie dormant—until the conditions, pitifully easy, were fulfilled.

Turning back toward Elizabeth, her gaze hardened once again.

But her anger no longer focused solely on the reborn Celestial.

No.

Her eyes narrowed sharply at the boy standing beside her—the one who smiled quietly even now.

Noah Weaverheart.

"You," Justicia breathed.

He was the anomaly.

The factor she had not accounted for.

The storm that ruined every careful calculation.

Hatred—pure and undiluted—flickered across her divine features.

"I am waiting for you, Weaverheart," she whispered, her voice low and venomous.

Even if Elijah failed—

Even if her plans collapsed—

She would descend herself.

She would tear that boy apart with her own hands.

...

Meanwhile—

Deep inside the world of Laeh—

A quiet laugh stirred the stillness of another realm.

Laeh—the spirit of the world itself—leaned back lazily, his young, ethereal form smiling with pure mischief.

He had been watching Noah for a while now.

Ever since he had sensed the breaking of the shadow-bind that had long imprisoned him.

A weight lifted. A freedom reclaimed.

Laeh could not even count how many times he had cursed the ancient beings who had trapped him—how many times he had clenched his teeth silently, unable to even name them, lest they sense it.

But now?

He was free.

And better yet—this unexpected, chaotic, wonderful mortal named Noah kept throwing surprises his way.

Elizabeth’s awakening was just the latest.

"A reborn Celestial," Laeh mused aloud, his golden eyes bright with wonder.

"In my world. Truly, am I being blessed by the higher heavens?"

He smiled, a little smugly.

First a new race. Then freedom. Now a Celestial.

"My love is mine," she said flatly. "Why shouldn’t I call him that?" _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}