Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96: Chapter 96: Meeting with The Crow [2]

Chapter 96: Meeting with The Crow [2]

Noah stood silently, the atmosphere thick with tension. Behind him, Leona trembled subtly, unable to maintain her usual composure under the pressure of the mysterious woman before them.

Yet Noah remained unfazed.

In fact, he found it amusing.

Tilting his head slightly, he spoke with a playful lilt, "What do you take me for? A child?"

He chuckled softly. "Well, to be fair, I am one. Still just fifteen."

The Crow stared at him, unimpressed.

But Noah didn’t care.

"You said it yourself," he continued, "I came here fully aware that you wanted to meet me. You, someone rumored to be dangerous. Yet here I am."

He smirked lightly.

"And you must know at least a little about me to understand that I wouldn’t risk my life without taking precautions."

The Crow sneered. "And you think the precautions of an A-rank being are enough against me?"

Noah smiled lazily. "Would you like to test that theory?"

There was an arrogance to his voice, one he wore as naturally as breathing.

He pressed on without giving her a chance to answer.

"You’re the one who asked for this meeting. You’re the one who needs me. And didn’t you just mention something about meeting your master?"

His grin widened.

"Which means... your goddess ordered you to bring me. Right?"

He tilted his head, his silver eyes gleaming.

"So tell me—what happens if you fail? If you let a mere A-rank slip through your fingers, right here, in your own territory?"

Silence.

The Crow said nothing, but Noah could see the flicker of thought in her eyes.

Got you, he thought.

She hadn’t expected this. Usually, her overwhelming aura clouded weaker minds in fear, just like it was doing to Leona. Doubt, terror, confusion—her specialty.

But Noah stood firm. Unbothered.

It’s like my aura doesn’t even touch him, she thought silently, a sliver of admiration creeping into her otherwise cold heart.

It made sense. If her goddess herself had shown interest in Noah, he couldn’t be ordinary. After all, even the most talented demons like Dominique meant little to her goddess. But Noah... Noah was different.

She spoke at last, her voice measured. "That’s true. My goddess wishes to meet you. For that, you must come to the Shattered Temple."

She paused.

"We won’t harm you. You are only to speak with her. Nothing more."

Noah raised an eyebrow. "And if the discussion goes poorly?"

His tone was light, almost playful, but the question was anything but.

"Will you let me leave peacefully? No fights, no tricks?"

The Crow hesitated, if only for a moment.

"There will be no reason for that to happen," she said finally.

Noah tilted his head again. "And why is that? I’m a firm believer that if something can go wrong, it will go wrong."

She shook her head. "We’ve observed you, Noah Weaverheart. We know how fiercely you oppose the Chosen One. We know how desperately you want to defeat him."

Her voice lowered, serious.

"But let me tell you something. You can win small battles here and there. But a true victory? That will never be possible."

"Not when he has a goddess backing him... and you have no one."

Noah listened quietly. None of this was new. Elira had warned him. Laeh too.

Still, he asked, "Why do you assume I can’t win without divine backing?"

The Crow looked at him as if he were naive.

"Because," she said bluntly, "a goddess grants blessings. Skills. Artifacts. Sometimes even talents. How can you hope to match that, alone?"

"You can’t."

Noah nodded thoughtfully. Logical.

But they were all making one mistake:

He wasn’t alone.

He had never been alone, not since he reincarnated into this world.

’Right, dear system?’ he asked inwardly.

[Indeed, Host.]

Because beneath all his bravado—beneath the ambitions, the ruthless drive, the clever schemes—he was still human. _{freewebnøvel.com}