Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 40

40: Chapter 40: It’s your turn 40: Chapter 40: It’s your turn Chapter 40 – It’s your turn The public buzzed with excitement.

They couldn’t help but eagerly anticipate the inevitable clash between Elijah and Noah.

But before that showdown, one battle remained.

Noah vs.

Aphasia.

And that fight… was about to begin.

Aphasia stood across from Noah, and for the first time since the tournament began, she spoke.

“You seem awfully confident that you’ll win and make it to the finals.” Her eyes gleamed.

“For all we know, I might be the one to win.” Noah chuckled lightly.

Finding her quite cute.

“Yes, that’s certainly possible.” He tilted his head slightly, sarcasm playing on his lips.

“But you wouldn’t do that to me, right?

That would be so embarrassing.

Will you really stop me from meeting my destiny?” Aphasia smiled.

A small but sweet smile.

This human intrigued her.

Like everyone else, she could feel the threat he posed-an undeniable pressure that didn’t match what he had shown so far.

Which could only mean one thing: He was holding back.

Of course, she was too.

But how much?

That’s what she wanted to find out.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you pass just like that.

I’m curious about the strength of the one going so openly against the Chosen One.” She raised a hand and smiled.

“So… let’s give it our all, shall we?” Aphasia made her decision-she would fight at full power.

She will show him what she is truly capable of.

“Queen of the Spirit of Fire… come.” Instantly, a powerful pressure filled the arena.

Beside Aphasia appeared a spirit-a woman made entirely of flame.

Her eyes were molten fire, wings translucent and glowing, a crown of flame atop her head.

Her ears were long and pointed like an elf’s.

Only elves could perceive and communicate with spirits.

But Aphasia… was no ordinary elf.

Her rare, unmatched talent allowed her to not just communicate-but command-even the ruler of the elemental spirits.

The sole SSS-rank talent of the Elven Domain.

Noah smiled at the sight.

“Since coming to this academy, SSS-rank talents are starting to feel pretty ordinary.” He shook his head slightly.

‘Fortunately… I have something above SSS.

And more of those will come.’ He looked into Aphasia’s eyes, curious.

From what he’d read, this elf never became part of Elijah’s harem-at least not within the first fifty chapters.

‘I get it.

She’s highborn, an elf, extremely proud, and that SSS-rank talent of hers is unique.

Controlling spirits of all affinities?

That’s rare.

How do you even put a ceiling on someone like that?’ He exhaled slowly.

‘Well… I’ll think about that later.’ For now-he had to focus.

Aphasia was making her move.

“Merge with me,” she commanded.

The Fire Spirit Queen entered her body in an instant.

Aphasia transformed.

Her hair ignited into flowing fire.

Her skin glowed with dark warmth, and her eyes shone like miniature suns.

She stood tall, divine-like a flame goddess descending upon a mortal.

But Noah was no ordinary mortal.

“If you were going to merge with a Spirit Queen… why choose fire?

Knowing who I am?” he asked, curious.

He tilted his head.

“Or is she the only one you can use right now?

What a shame.” Truly a shame.

Fire wasn’t her true affinity-it lacked the depth and mastery she needed.

And against Noah, the very incarnation of ice, it was practically a guaranteed defeat.

Aphasia didn’t respond.

Instead, she formed a bow from flame.

As an elf, archery was in her blood.

Without delay, she fired a series of blazing arrows-fast and deadly.

Noah dodged easily, weaving through them.

But suddenly-an arrow appeared right before his face, about to pierce his right eye.

He twisted midair, coating his hand in ice and swatting the arrow aside.

Boom!

The force of the impact sent him flying backward.

He skidded across the ground but slammed his foot down just in time, stopping himself from flying out of the arena.

As he raised his head- Aphasia was already there.

Her fist, wrapped in fire, aimed straight for his face.

Noah stepped back-and instantly teleported to the other side of the arena.

He looked across at Aphasia, whose punch hung frozen in the air.

“You’re strong.

Really strong.” He nodded.

“Your talent is incredibly versatile.

Through the spirits, you can wield every element… even space and time.” He paused.

“That’s amazing.

But…” Noah decided to show her why she wouldn’t win.

He activated his Aura-but this time, not just Ice.

Ice and Lightning.

In an instant, the air turned frosted and electrified.

The crowd gasped.

Eyes widened-Elijah, Elizabeth, even Sophie stared in disbelief.

Not just the audience-everyone in the Empire watching through projections blinked in shock.

“Lightning?!

Since when does he have lightning affinity?

I thought it was only Ice?!” The murmurs began.

But Noah didn’t care.

The moment he activated his aura, his affinities surged-his power deepened.

He prepared his signature explosive skill.

Ice coated his right hand.

Lightning danced in his left.

He grinned at Aphasia.

“Brace yourself, princess.

This one’s going to hurt.” Aphasia’s eyes widened.

CLAP!

He clapped his hands together.  BOOOOOOMMMMM!

A wave of ice and lightning erupted, freezing the air and burning it all at once.

Once again, the entire training ground was destroyed by Noah.

The arena became a frozen landscape, with purple and silver lightning arcing wildly, leaving the air charged and unstable.

And in the middle of that chaos… Noah stood.

Untouched.

His aura flared-frost and lightning shimmering in his purple hair.

His eyes-mirrors of frozen light, with lightning flickering through them.

His hands rested behind his back.

At that moment- He looked like a deity of Ice and Lightning.

Not a human.

Not a mage.

Something more.

Something divine.

He slowly turned his head toward the stands.

His eyes locked onto Elijah.

And for the first time- Noah wasn’t mocking him.

There was no humor.

He wasn’t smiling.

His gaze turned cold.

So cold that simply holding it made you feel frostbite creep into your bones.

“It’s your turn, Blessed One.” -End of chapter 39- CREATORS’ THOUGHTS TheSmartOne Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

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