Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Sweet Anya
Chapter 111: Her past

Sophie might have been the hardest working when it came to sheer training, but the others? Oh, they were grinding too—just in their own ways.

In her room, Elizabeth sat at the edge of her bed, her gaze razor-sharp. In her hand? The soul of Grand Master Elden.

She’d reviewed his memories again and again. And the best way to deal with the Church?

Simple.

Wipe out the corrupt.

Expose the rest—show the church what these so-called “servants of the goddess” were really doing in the shadows.

Kidnapping children young, brainwashing them into inquisitors.

And what worse was that those without talent—slaughtered like animals. Their bodies Vanished without a trace, to cover it all up.

They controlled certain families—blackmail, leverage, whatever it took to force obedience. And for those who resisted?Immediate death, branded as heretics who’d “turned their backs on the goddess.”

Even the royal family wasn’t safe. The royal court was crawling with deep Church loyalists, ready to betray their own domain in a heartbeat.

A “Church of Light and Justice.”

What a joke.

All they did was exploit, kill, blackmail, and destroy— all in pursuit of more power.

Elizabeth scoffed, voice dripping with venom.

“Tsk. All this… under the eyes of that bitch.”

Because yes—it wasn’t like Justicia didn’t notice.

No. Worse—she blessed some of them. A low level blessings yes…but still it was enough for them to do worse things.

All for one reason:

“The more people of a world believe in her… the deeper their faith. The deeper their faith… the stronger her hold over that world. And eventually? She could claim the entire world for herself.”

That’s what Justicia wanted. Claiming the world with faith. All by using Elijah as her champion to kill demons and save people from the gates.

True, but there is more than that. Because others champions exist.

But Elizabeth had no idea of the identity of champions.

Elizabeth’s eyes turned cold. Ever since regaining her celestial status, she’d started to remember things. Not all, but still some of them.

Like who—and what—Justicia really was.

A celestial. Just like her.

Someone who’d clearly known Elizabeth’s past self very well.

Their race was… different. No celestial should be born in a lower world—their bloodlines were too powerful that’s why rarely a celestial was born mortal.

And the Celestial Faction is one of the most dominant, most feared.

Beings of Light, Order, Purity, Justice, Balance, etc. Every celestial’s power was built around these core principles. Even their other abilities were twisted to fit those principles. A celestial with fire authority? Their flame wouldn’t just burn—it would be purifying fire.

It was also possible to ascend into a celestial later,

But—

“Argh…”

Elizabeth groaned, gripping her head. Pain shot through her skull, memories blurring and fading again.

Something—or someone—was blocking her.

Even her own past life was hazy. If she wanted answers…

If she wanted to know why she was here… why she was killed… why Justicia chained her—

Then she’d have to face the one who chained her first.

“She surely knows some things… and she’s the only one who can tell me.”

Elizabeth looked up at the sky, fists clenched. She wanted to storm up there, demand her answers right now.

But no. She knew better.

She wasn’t strong enough.

Yet.

But she would interfere. She’d make Justicia’s life hell.

And the first step?

Broadcast Elden’s memories. To the entire damn church. And make all the church defects from her.

She smirked darkly.

“Noah told me Solaris, my old mentor, has joined the fight too,” she laughed.

“Losing two Saintesses already… Justicia’s influence must be taking a serious hit.”

Her eyes glinted.

“Well then—let’s make it worse.”

She stood, her mind sharp, her resolve like steel.

Since returning, hardly anyone in their group had cared much about the academy anymore.

They couldn’t afford to.

Noah never said it out loud to Elizabeth—but she was an oracle.

Fate, destiny, foresight— all her domain.

And what did she see?

A world teetering on the edge of chaos.

War.

Beings of unimaginable power tearing the world apart.

And at the heart of it? Elijah.

She’d seen it.

And—

“Five years… maybe,” she muttered.

She hadn’t told Noah. She didn’t need to. He knew. Why else would he be in such a rush to head to the Demon Continent?

He was building strength. Gathering allies.

Trying to soften the blow when everything went to hell.

But—

“Noah’s alone… and they’re legion.”

Her silver eyes hardened, cold and sharp.

“We have to be stronger. Way stronger. We can’t let him carry this alone.”

Her aura flared, silver lines flashing through her eyes—like threads of fate weaving, letting her glimpse into the unseen.

She couldn’t look at Noah directly—his fate was locked away from her. From anyone.

But she could watch those close to him.

“Neko.”

Her vision blurred, something shifting. Instantly, she saw her—Neko—standing over someone. Someone Elizabeth wouldn’t have looked at twice if she didn’t know it was Noah.

They were inside a castle, facing… a woman.

A demon.

“Lilith…” Elizabeth breathed.

But then—Lilith paused, her eyes narrowing as if she felt something watching.

Elizabeth immediately cut her power, jerking back. Heart racing, she steadied her breath.

Her abilities were dangerous. Seeing the past, present, and future of people was no joke—but staring too long at someone like Lilith? SS-rank? As an A rank ?

A death wish.

She wiped her brow.

“So the first one is Lilith. Lust incarnate… well, I trust my love to handle her.”

Silence.

Then—

BOOOOMMMM.

Her entire chamber exploded—blasted apart by a pulse of her own aura.

She stood there, shaking, fists clenched.

She didn’t want to think about it… but she knew.

“Noah’s gonna do some… fucking sexual stuff with her.”

She knew. That’s how Lust operated—and she hated it.

“I should’ve been first.”

…If only she knew. Noah had already done it with three others.

Yeah. Someone might’ve actually died today.

No joke.

…

Meanwhile—a very different kind of destruction was unfolding.

In a training room, Anya—cute, sweet little Anya—sat on the floor, aura raging wildly, ripping everything apart around her.

Destruction, pure and simple.

Her affinity? Destruction.

Her talent? Pulverization.

Funny, wasn’t it?

This cheerful, bubbly girl had the most annihilating power of them all.

But right now? No smiles. No cheer.

She stood, eyes cold, her usual playful mask gone.

“I’m tired of holding back. I want to destroy things. This isn’t enough.”

Her voice was ice.

No warmth.

Only destruction and chaos.

Since joining the academy, she’d held herself back. Carefully.

Why?

“I don’t want to accidentally wipe out a village and get abducted again,” she said softly—like it wasn’t a big deal.

That was her.

That was her nature.

Born with it—not made.

Her act with others were all a facade.

But there was one thing—one person—she would never destroy.

“Noah… I really miss him,” she murmured, her eyes softening just a bit.

“I wonder when he’ll be back… I want to see him.”

Then her gaze sharpened.

“All those other girls around him… they’re starting to get annoying.”

She frowned—but then drifted back to thoughts of Noah, her usual light returning.

Her feelings were only at about 70% right now.

But imagine—just imagine—if those feelings ever crossed that 70% threshold.

A new threat would be born.

A new crazy woman—

And this one?

More dangerous than all the others.

After all… who’d ever suspect a sweet little girl of harboring thoughts of total annihilation?

Not me.

—End of Chapter 111—