Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 108

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: Selene and Elira meeting
Chapter 108: Selene and Elira meeting

In the academy—

Inside the training grounds—

The air reeked of death, decay, and blood. Undead monsters of all shapes and sizes swarmed the arena, locked in brutal combat against three ferocious fighters.

“Goddamn it! Why the hell do I have to fight all of you at once?” Malrik growled, parrying Ray’s punch with his dagger.

CLINK—!

BOOM!

The force of the blow sent him flying backward—but before he hit the ground, a horde of undead surged beneath him, catching him effortlessly.

He landed, eyes sharp, undead circling tightly around him, shielding him like a wall of rotting flesh and bone.

And it was needed.

Because standing across from him were Rouge, Ray, and Domy—the deadliest of the first-years. Merciless. Obsessed with battle. Nothing else mattered to them.

“Tch. Always complaining, Malrik.” Domy clicked her tongue, then turned to Rouge with a teasing smirk. “Seriously, Rouge, why are you even with this guy? He’s got no fire. Look at my brother here—handsome, strong. He matches your vibe way better.”

She gestured to Ray, making yet another obvious attempt to drive a wedge between Rouge and Malrik.

Ray’s face flushed, but his eyes gleamed with a hungry competitiveness. He stared at Malrik, brimming with silent challenge.

Rouge burst out laughing. “Oh, Domy, give it a rest! I love my boyfriend just the way he is—even if he’s a bit too soft sometimes.”

Her blood-red hair shimmered as she laughed, her crimson eyes glowing with a fierce light. The blood-drop tattoo on her forehead pulsed, vivid and sharp—a clear sign of her rising power.

Malrik’s lips twitched. Irritated, sure—but this was familiar.

Everyone knew about his relationship with Rouge. It surprised many at first—a quiet necromancer and a battle-addicted warrior? But to Malrik, it made perfect sense. He had been drawn to her from the start, and when she spent all her time training and fighting, he had joined her world to be by her side. After months of relentless effort, things just… fell into place.

Not everyone was happy about it.

Especially Domy.

And Ray? He didn’t even hide that he was gunning for Rouge.

Malrik exhaled slowly. “Fine.”

His voice dropped, cold and sharp, sending a ripple of tension through the air.

They always forgot. Always underestimated him. Sure, he wasn’t obsessed with fighting like they were—but Malrik was Death itself.

And Death didn’t play fair.

“Rise.”

The command was soft—but earth-shaking.

Three colossal monsters materialized behind him, exuding murderous auras that scraped the edge of S-rank: a towering Minotaur, a hulking Cyclops, and a massive black-furred Wolf.

His strongest summons yet—creatures he’d brought back from deadly missions outside the academy.

Malrik’s eyes blazed. His aura unfurled like a storm, and everything around them began to decay—the ground, the air itself.

He smiled, slow and menacing. “Get ready. I’ll show you how a heir of Death fights.”

BOOM!

The monsters charged—each one targeting a rival.

But Malrik? He blurred, appearing behind Ray in a flash, dagger gleaming.

“You bastard. You dare chase my girlfriend?”

He slashed, fast and vicious.

“YES! THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!” Rouge yelled, laughing wildly even as the Minotaur’s punch hurled her across the field. Blood splattered from her mouth—only to twist mid-air into giant blood-spears, which she fired straight back at her beastly opponent.

Domy, locked in brutal hand-to-hand combat with the Cyclops, grinned madly as her fists collided with its massive blows, the shockwaves rattling the arena.

“Good! Let’s see who breaks first!” she shouted.

Ray, his eyes burning, kept smiling through the chaos. “I won’t back down!” he roared, swinging a crushing punch at Malrik.

The Wolf intercepted, snarling, jaws snapping shut around Ray’s fist.

Malrik sighed. Truly, he was surrounded by lunatics.

“Damn it, Noah. When are you coming back?” he muttered under his breath, missing the only guy who’d actually let him catch a break sometimes.

But Noah was gone.

So—

“Fine. Let’s fight till we drop.”

And he dove back into the fray.

…

Elsewhere in the academy—Elira’s office.

The room was tense. Elira sat calmly at her desk, facing the silver-haired, violet-eyed woman across from her: Selene Weaverheart.

On the outside, Elira was composed. Inside? She was spiraling.

Meeting the mother of her lover—not just any mother, but Selene Weaverheart, the Witch of Eternal Cold.

Sure, Elira could kill her if it came down to it—but still, her palms itched with nerves.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Witch of Eternal Cold,” Elira said smoothly, offering a gracious smile.

Selene nodded, her gaze sharp. “Likewise. It’s an honor to meet the famed dean of Apex Academy.”

But then her tone hardened. “Where is my son? Where’s Noah?”

Her eyes flickered with power as she scanned the academy, her senses stretched razor-sharp.

Elira kept her voice even. “Noah isn’t here.”

And because lying seemed pointless—this was his mother, after all—she went on:

“He’s on the Demon Continent.”

Silence.

“…What?” Selene’s voice dropped, so cold it crystallized frost across the walls.

“You let my son—my only son—go to that cursed place?” Her aura surged, and the temperature plunged, ice creeping along the floor.

Elira didn’t flinch. She was far too powerful to be fazed by a little frost—but still, she had zero desire to piss off Noah’s mother.

If anyone else had pulled this? They’d already be dead.

“You don’t have to worry,” Elira said calmly. “Noah is my disciple. I wouldn’t send him without precautions. If anything happens, I’ll sense it instantly—and teleport to his side. You know my mastery of space. Nothing will catch me off guard.”

Selene’s eyes narrowed, but she seemed to relax—slightly. “Disciple? Since when?”

She frowned, caught off guard—Noah hadn’t mentioned this in his letter.

A spark of jealousy flared in her chest.

‘I should have been his master,’ she thought bitterly.

But then—

‘Really?’ Luminara, the divine beast bound to her soul, snorted in her mind. ‘You want to be his shadow, his master—what’s next? You’re already his mother! And you also planning to be his lover!’

‘Yes. Everything. I want to be everything for him. Happy now? Shut up,’ Selene shot back.

Luminara clicked her tongue, unimpressed.

Elira, ever perceptive, sensed the beast presence within Selene—but wisely said nothing.

Instead, she leaned in slightly, voice quiet but firm. “Actually… I’m more than just his master.”

She began to explain her relationship with Noah, detail by detail.

With every word, Selene’s urge to kill her spiked higher and higher.

A truly dangerous little meeting.

…

Meanwhile, far away in the wilderness, Noah lay sleeping in a forest glade—naked, flanked by Neko and Ester, both resting their heads on his chest.

All was peaceful.

Until their eyes snapped open at once.

They felt her before they saw her.

“Well, well, my dear,” a sultry voice cooed. “I waited all night for you, but here you are… enjoying yourself without me?”

Dominique stepped into the clearing, pink hair swaying in the breeze, her gaze smoldering with lust as she drank in the scene before her.

Her body tensed with desire—but Noah shook it off, sighing. “No, no. Enough playing around. We need to see your mother.”

The trio stood, stretching languidly. Still naked—but none of them cared. They’d long stopped being shy around each other. When it came to Noah, all boundaries had dissolved.

Not that the girls even looked at each other—they were too busy staring at Noah’s godlike physique, bodies already aching for another round.

But Noah ignored their heated stares. He had work to do.

Five years to conquer the Demon Continent. Five years to make the Demon Lord his ally—or force them into submission.

He paused, looking up at the sky just as a black crow descended and landed on his shoulder.

“Lucie,” he said, tilting his head. “Your power… interesting.”

The crow cawed softly, its voice echoing in his mind.

“Indeed, Champion. I’m here to guide you, help you secure the Demon Continent.”

Noah nodded. His body shimmered—clothing itself in an instant. A silver robe with purple markings, forged from his ice and thunder magic, wrapped around him.

“What about the Elf and Beast Continents?” he asked, eyes narrowing.

“They’re locked down,” Lucie replied. “The Beast Queen is in seclusion, and the Elves? Impossible to track. But we can assume that they are preparing for the same five-year deadline. Going there now would be… unwise.”

Noah exhaled. “Then Demon Continent first. After that… the human royal family.”

He smirked. “I already have the dwarves. Once the demons and humans fall in line… that’ll be enough. For now.”

He clenched his fists. ‘Nothing ever goes exactly to plan… but I’ll be ready.’

His thoughts darkened.

‘If they’re training… then Elijah must be, too.’

He looked skyward, eyes burning with focus. He couldn’t afford to slack—not for a second. He had to master his Trait. Fully understand it. Use it with absolute precision.

He also needed to deepen share the powers of his women—to gain more bloodlines, talents and affinities.

To become unpredictable.

Unstoppable.

More Complete.

“Let’s move,” he said at last. “No more wasting time.”

And together, they set off—toward Lilith.

—End of Chapter 108—