Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: I love you

Chapter 79

Noah slowly retracted his powers, and the white realm returned to normal.

But Elira remained frozen, still in shock.

The power she had just felt from Noah... it was terrifying.

And this was him only at A-rank.

What about S-rank? SS-rank?

What about Supreme?

Elira couldn’t help but shudder. Even a being like her understood what anomaly Noah was.

No, it was more than just an understanding. It was recognition.

The Akashic Records themselves had granted Noah the title: True Anomaly.

And that title was not given lightly.

Noah crouched down and gently took Elira’s hands in his. His silver eyes looked at her with infinite tenderness and love.

"I didn’t want to scare you," he said softly. "I didn’t want to shock you either."

"I just wanted to show you..." He smiled warmly. "That you have nothing to fear for me. I know you asked me to become your champion because you wanted to protect me."

He chuckled gently.

"But how could I accept that? How could I ever be worthy of the sole Soul Dragon if I cowered like a weakling?"

He paused, his voice low and firm.

"So, let me fight, my dear dragon. Let me fight for this world."

"Not because I’m some hero."

"I am no hero."

"But because this world is mine."

"I have claimed it."

"And I will not allow anyone to lay a single finger on it."

He tightened his grip around her hands.

"Do you believe in me?" he asked at last.

Elira stared deep into his soul, her white eyes gleaming.

She saw it—the unwavering love, the determination, the care.

She also saw the monstrous potential buried within him.

The overwhelming future he would bring.

And she made her choice, as a wife, as a woman in love, not just as a dragon.

’Are you sure about this, Elira?’

A voice whispered in her mind.

’Yes,’ she answered internally.

’The council told you to find a champion not this. A worthy one that will be tied down to us."

’The council wanted me to find a champion for the dragons... but he’s not just a champion. He is my husband.’

’Isn’t that already enough? He is already ours.’

’He will walk his own path. And I will support him with everything I have.’

Her mind was made up.

She gazed deeply into Noah’s silver eyes.

"How could I not believe in my husband?" she said, her voice tender yet resolute.

"The one I chose?"

She smiled.

"I won’t just believe in you. I will stand beside you. My power, my strength, my everything will be yours."

"I will do everything I can to help you take over this world."

Noah’s eyes widened slightly, surprised.

"Wait, Elira... are you sure? I mean, if you want, you could still choose Alice as your champion. I wouldn’t kill her anyway... just subdue her."

Elira chuckled, shaking her head.

"No, Noah. I’ll take full responsibility. They won’t know. At worst, I’ll simply tell them I haven’t found anyone worthy yet. It’ll buy us time."

She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his, a seductive glint in her eyes.

"So please..." she whispered, "be quick and conquer this world, my dear."

Then she kissed him—a deep, sensual, soul-stealing French kiss.

Noah responded immediately, their tongues intertwining passionately.

Wet, slurping sounds echoed in the realm.

Their kiss lasted for a full minute before they finally separated, a thin trail of saliva connecting their lips.

Noah looked at her, his heart pounding with warmth and love. He smiled—bright, beautiful.

"I love you, Elira," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

He could feel it—the immense love and devotion it took for her to abandon her race for a man she’d only known for a month.

Elira smiled stunningly back at him.

"I love you too, my dear."

[Elira’s feelings for you have reached 100%.]

Then Noah smirked mischievously.

"How about we celebrate this moment by kidnapping the Saintess?" he suggested.

Elira mirrored his smirk.

"But of course, my dear."

Click—!

Elira snapped her fingers, and both of them vanished from the white realm.

...

Meanwhile...

While Noah was living out these intense moments,

Sophie was struggling with her own battle.

In a secluded area of the academy, Sophie stood facing a group of second-year students.

Leading them was Luke Campbell—her cousin.