Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 172

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: The Lover Of A Goddess
Chapter 172 – The Lover Of A Goddess

Meanwhile—

In a realm of light and gold, where everything was painted in mystical glow and sacred brilliance, a young man, looking barely twenty, sat alone in the middle of a golden ocean atop a single golden rock.

Everything was gold.

The sky. The water. The very air shimmered like it had been blessed by divinity.

Even the young man.

He had golden hair and deep, burning eyes that looked like two miniature suns. His robe was golden too, with white divine threads forming the face of a stunning woman across his chest.

Elijah Stoneheart.

The Champion of Light.

And just like the rest of the champions, Elijah had changed. But him… maybe more than anyone else.

Five years had passed in the outside world—but in this realm? Ten.

Ten years of pain. Of pushing every single boundary of mind and body. Ten years of getting stripped from every weakness, refined again and again in divine light and flame.

Gone was the lust-filled boy who thought every woman was meant for him. Gone was the arrogant heir who looked down on humanity from the comfort of his divine pedestal.

What stood now?

Was something else entirely.

Now he looked at the world with absolute disdain. With judgment. Because something had sunk deep into him during those years. A truth.

That no one was worthy of him.

No one… except his goddess.

Justicia.

Let’s not forget—this story Noah was thrown into, the novel he reincarnated in, was named: “The Goddess’s Lover is Her Champion.”

And that wasn’t just a title. It was something that was fated to happen.

And indeed, fate never disappoint.

It happened.

Because in these ten years, their relationship had evolved. From mere champion and goddess… to something far more intimate.

Now, Elijah was her lover.

And that status alone made him look back with disgust at the women he once desired. It tarnished him. And it dishonored her.

That’s why—

“I’ll kill them all,” Elijah whispered as his eyes snapped open. His voice was soft, but cold. Unfeeling. Unforgiving.

“I’ll kill them all to cleanse our name, my goddess.”

[You may do as you wish, my love. I will always support you.]

Her voice echoed gently, lovingly. It made Elijah smile.

But then—

[It’s time for you to leave this realm, my love. The battle begins tomorrow.]

[Are you ready?]

Elijah paused for a second. Then laughed.

Loudly.

Arrogantly.

“My goddess… no one can beat me. I will take this world and give it to you as a dowry for our wedding.”

He stood, and the entire golden ocean pulsed around him.

His aura surged—wild, regal, terrifying.

“Just watch me,” he said as he began walking across the water. And with every step he took, a golden sword materialized beneath his foot to support him.

“Soon,” he whispered, “you’ll see your champion, your sword… your lover, slaughter them all. Including that bastard Noah Weaverheart.”

As he reached the shore, he called out softly, “Foxy. Come.”

A rustle followed, and from the glowing grove behind him, a woman stepped out. Beautiful. Curvaceous. Fox-like ears, one golden fox tail and golden hair that flowed like silk. Her eyes shimmered in gold, and her smile was soft.

Foxy. Now in full human form.

“Is it time, master?” she asked.

Elijah nodded. He smiled at her—the only woman, other than his goddess, he still kept close…

…as a pet.

“Time to go.”

Foxy nodded, stepping beside him as divine golden light enveloped them both.

Then—they vanished.

…

At the exact same time—

Inside a different realm. A place made of countless domains—each a unique concept, each more magnificent than the last. The sky was white. Perfectly white. Like it had never been touched by sin or suffering.

In the heart of that realm, a white castle stood.

And inside one of its many training grounds, a man sat cross-legged.

Eyes closed. Body still. But power? Trembling all around him.

Silver hair framed his face, glimmering faintly beneath the holy light. His robe—silver with streaks of violet—hugged a lean, well-honed body.

Noah Vaelgrim.

And he had reached the end of his training.

These years had done more than polish his strength—they had helped him master it. To truly understand it. What to use, when to use it, how far he could push it.

He wasn’t the same anymore. He had shared her mother’s ice affinity and physique making him even more obscene.

But that’s wasn’t all…

His bloodline, too, had changed. Again.

After sharing the power of Aphasia and Alice, two new bloodlines merged into his core: The World Tree’s Lover and The Voice Dragon of the Absolute.

Both were unique. One-of-a-kind. The kind of bloodlines no universe had ever seen.

And now?

They were his.

And because of that, his women—connected to him—had evolved too. Their bloodlines had changed. Their power had bloomed. They were now the perfect reflection of him.

And with those new evolutions came new powers.

And from those powers— he created, himself, his own Concept.

A concept tied to his True Name.

Now, Noah was no longer just powerful.

He was a SS-rank being. Ready to take on multiple divine beings—if needed.

“Guess it’s time, huh?” he whispered.

His voice—normal, calm—rippled the air like a shockwave. Just the sound of him speaking bent reality. It was insane.

He opened his eyes slowly.

White, runic. Beautiful. Cold. Eternal.

Eyes that didn’t just look at you… they look into you and read you like an open book.

He stood up slowly. And his bones, his muscles, cracked like lightning rolling through a storm.

He tilted his head, looked toward the white sun of his realm. His senses expanded. He could feel all his women waiting. Watching. Ready.

A soft smile appeared on his lips.

This battle wasn’t his alone anymore.

This wasn’t just his war.

This was also theirs. His family war.

And so—

“It’s a battle I can’t afford to lose,” he said.

“And I…won’t lose.”

Soon he grinned.

“And it’s also time.”

Time to show them what the Elysiari race is.

He stepped forward—

And space itself twisted open, folding like silk.

Then, with a single breath, he vanished.

—End of Chapter 172—