Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Chapter 89: Zara and Neko

Chapter 89: Letters, Lightnings, and Invitations

Noah reappeared in his room, the warmth of reality slipping back into his skin. Without wasting a second, he sank into his bed, exhaling deeply. He needed a moment—not for rest, but to organize his mind.

His meeting with Laeh had changed things.

Majorly.

Now, thanks to the will of the world itself, he had vital information: the identities of the remaining champions.

He ran a hand through his hair, speaking softly to himself.

"So the elf... a hidden member of the royal family. And the beastman... their queen. The mother of Ray and Domy."

A smile tugged at his lips.

How... intriguing.

"As for the demons, they don’t have a champion," he muttered, eyes gleaming. "That’s why they’re courting me. Trying to draw me in."

That made it simpler. Knowing what your enemy wanted before the game even started was a massive advantage.

"And with Laeh behind me? Dying’s basically off the table." His smile twisted, darker. "But immortality doesn’t mean invincibility. I can still be caged. That... I won’t allow."

His thoughts shifted. "Only Zara and Alice are left to bring in. And since I’m heading to the demon continent... why not take Zara with me?"

He chuckled to himself.

"A half-demon walking back into her ancestral lands? Maybe I’ll get a front-row seat to some long-awaited revenge."

Already, he could taste the chaos to come.

But the road ahead was long.

The elf and beastman continents were next. The dwarves as well—though they seemed less important. And there was still that dungeon near the elf territory, where Elira had asked him to retrieve something.

So much to do. So little peace.

Noah moved over to his desk, pulling out a sheet of fine paper and a pen. Carefully, he began to write a letter—addressed to someone he hadn’t seen in far too long.

His mother. Selene Weaverheart.

He missed her. Fiercely. And even if he couldn’t go to her yet, he could send something to bridge the silence.

"Soon..." he whispered. "Let me wrap this all up. Then I’ll come for you."

His pen glided across the page with careful affection. He didn’t say much—just light, mundane things. No heavy revelations. Just words that would bring her a smile.

When he finished, he folded the letter with care and sealed it.

"My dear dragon," he called out softly, "mind delivering this for me?"

Elira’s voice echoed sweetly into the room, sultry and amused. "Of course, my love."

The letter shimmered and vanished from his hands.

"Thank you," he murmured with a soft smile.

Time to move.

Before inviting Zara on his next journey, there was someone else he wanted to see.

His empress.

Noah stepped into Sophie’s training grounds silently, cloaked in his Trickster’s aura. Shadows clung to him, erasing his presence completely.

She sat cross-legged at the center of the field, lightning crackling around her in a mesmerizing storm. Not just red—no. Blue, purple, green, even white lightning coiled and sparked through the air.

She was trying to fuse them.

"Oh," Noah murmured, "she’s attempting to merge them all into her red lightning."

That was no easy feat. Her SS-ranked talent allowed fusion—but not with control. She could mix powers, yes, but she couldn’t shape the outcome. If she fused recklessly, her red lightning might transform into something unrecognizable.

And that red lightning... it wasn’t just a skill. It was hers. A pure embodiment of her will to rule. Her identity.

Changing it would mean changing her.

She knew that. That’s why she moved slow. Careful. Methodical.

Progress was gradual, but real.

Noah watched her, pride blooming in his chest. He could solve her problem in seconds. His Ultimate Fusion talent dwarfed hers in every way.