Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Filthy being

Chapter 87: Filthy being

[Aphasia’s feelings for you have reached 55%.]

Noah smiled at the notification.

He hadn’t expected it to be this easy to raise her feelings to 55% in a single encounter.

"Maybe I’ve been underestimating my beauty a little too much," he said smugly.

Now that Aphasia was secured, he could breathe a bit easier.

Zara and Alice were still left, but he’d handle them soon—together if necessary.

"And once I have all the girls, I’ll inherit their talents, affinities, bloodlines... even their race and physique."

He smirked.

Between Elizabeth’s celestial bloodline, Zara’s human-demon hybrid heritage, Leona’s dragon-demon power, and Aphasia’s pure-blooded elf lineage and ridiculous talent—

He could barely contain his excitement.

"I wonder what kind of being I’ll become once I have it all," he mused.

But one thing was certain:

He would become something that has never existed before.

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. First, he had a more pressing matter. He wanted to directly go to the demon continent with Leona, but...

"Someone dared to touch my wife?"

His expression grew cold.

"How can I let that go so easily?"

Then he vanished—leaving behind a patch of land frozen solid beneath his feet.

...

Noah appeared in a simple room, bathed in red.

His eyes scanned the surroundings.

What he saw made his blood run cold.

Sophie.

Pictures of her—everywhere.

On the walls, on the shelves. Images of her from every angle, even as a child.

On the floor, several of those photos were stained with a... disturbing white substance.

Noah’s aura dropped.

His gaze landed on the bed—where Luke lay sleeping peacefully.

But his words, spoken in sleep, were anything but peaceful.

"Sophie... ah... Sophie, you’re mine..."

"I’ll kill Elijah... I’ll kill Noah... you’ll belong to me."

"You’re mine. You’re mine... Even if I have to make you suffer..."

It was a broken mantra. Obsessive. Eerie. Deranged.

Noah’s fists clenched.

He hadn’t known Luke’s obsession ran this deep. The anger boiling inside him felt ready to explode.

He clapped his hands once—

CLAP!

Luke’s eyes snapped open in terror.

"W-Who... who’s there?!"

His gaze locked with Noah’s.

Silver eyes.

Icy. Merciless.

"Noah?!" Luke stammered, pale. "H-How are you here?! This room—this is supposed to be sealed! Protected! You—"

"Save me your bullshit," Noah said flatly.

He was done talking.

He stepped forward, frost trailing with each step. "I didn’t plan to kill you. I just wanted to teach you a lesson."

Luke couldn’t move. His body was frozen—both by fear and Noah’s pressure.

"But I’ve changed my mind."

Noah leaned close, locking eyes with him.

"Your precious Aunt Emily... she wanted your whole family dead."

Luke’s eyes widened in horror.

"I hesitated at first. I’m not a mass murderer."

Noah smiled—but it wasn’t kind.

"But now? Now, I’ve made my decision.

You will all die. Starting with you."

His voice dropped. Cold.

"How dare you look at Sophie like that? Like she’s some object to be owned? A thing to possess? Something to defile for your sick fantasies?"

"You filthy bastard."

Before Luke could even scream—

"Ice of Blood."

Luke froze from the inside out.

His blood crystallized.

His life ended in silence.