Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 70

70: Chapter 70: Sovereign of shadows 70: Chapter 70: Sovereign of shadows Chapter 70: Sovereign of Shadows {GLORIOUS!} {Shadeva, Daughter of Shadow, has become your shadow.} {An Original has submitted to you-a mortal.} {You are the first in all existence to achieve this.} {You are more than worthy.} {Your title: Master of a Shadow, will be upgraded.} {New title: Sovereign of Shadows.} A heavy pause filled the space, vibrating in the air.

Then- {You have taken control the soul of Shadeva.} {Shadeva will remain forever loyal to you.} {Noah Weaverheart, you have done the unimaginable.} {Your existence has been greatly strengthened.} {Current State: 4600} {Next Threshold: 5000} A deep transformation surged through Noah’s being.

Shadows from all directions stirred, howling and twisting as they poured into him-not merely into his body, but into Shadeva, his living shadow.

She absorbed her subordinates in her, yet instead of weakening Noah, it completed him.

Strengthened him.

Until- [You have created your own shadow physique: Sovereign of Shadow.] Noah had achieved his first physique.

Yet there was no announcement from the Akashic Records.

No grand proclamation.

As if to say: Compared to taking the soul of an Original, creating a mere physique is obvious.

Inevitable.

Noah exhaled slowly.

These last days, his body had been tempered and reforged repeatedly.

He clenched his fists, feeling it-an endless, abyssal depth of power within.

Power that responded like an extension of himself.

The world itself seemed to dim around him.

He was no longer a man among shadows.

He was the shadow.

And not any shadow.  By simply standing here, surrounded by shadows, he could command them.

They would obey without question.

He was their Sovereign.

Their Lord.

Noah lifted his head.

In the distance, he felt it-a rising sense of danger, sharp and urgent.

Without hesitation, he activated his title.

And vanished.

… -Meanwhile, in the inner zone- Blood painted the ground.

Ester, Elizabeth, Yuki, and Eric lay collapsed, their bodies battered, breathing ragged.

They had fought valiantly against the Wyvern, but in their weakened state, facing a squad of A-Ranks and an S-Rank leader… Defeat was inevitable.

Elden walked among the fallen, his steps deliberate.

He stopped before Elizabeth, crouching down, a mocking smile on his lips.

Elizabeth forced her bloodied eyes open, locking onto him with burning hatred.

“Don’t look at me like that, little Eli,” Elden sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

“It wounds me.” “You,” he continued, voice rising in fury, “the future Saintess of the Church-betraying us?” Elizabeth’s lips curled into a bitter smile, blood staining her teeth.

“I wanted my freedom,” she rasped.

A beat.

Pain flickered through her eyes.

“I wanted to live by my choice.

To be with whoever I wanted.

To think freely.

To breathe.” Her gaze sharpened, stabbing into Elden.

“And do you know who gave me that?” Her voice grew stronger.

“Noah Weaverheart.” Elden’s face twisted with rage.

“So yes,” she said, voice icy, “I betrayed your so-called goddess.” She spat on the ground.

“And I’m glad I did.

You’re all corrupt.

Twisted.

Worshiping a false light.” Her voice dripped with venom.

“Goddess of Light and Justice?” she laughed, raw and broken.

“She’s nothing but greed and tyranny, obsessed with her damn Chosen One.” “You all would burn the world if it meant saving him!” Before she could say more, Elden struck, gripping her face cruelly.

“Shut your filthy mouth,” he growled, eyes wild.

“Don’t you dare defame the goddess who seeks to save us!” He leaned closer, voice trembling with fanaticism.

“The Chosen One is blessed by the Goddess.

And we, her devout followers…” He paused, inhaling sharply.

“We would gladly die for him.” “YES!” the other inquisitors shouted, fanatical fervor burning in their eyes.

Elden smirked coldly.

“That’s faith, Eli.

You don’t question.

You believe.

You act.” “And Noah Weaverheart?” He stood up slowly.

“He’ll die too.

Right after you.” Elizabeth’s heart jolted.

Elden continued, voice casual, cruel.

“The Chosen One gave us the order himself: Exterminate everyone who aided Noah.” Eric and Yuki’s eyes widened in shock.

Even Elizabeth flinched.

Elijah?

“You heard me,” Elden sneered.

“Even you, Little Eli.” Elizabeth trembled.

She had expected punishment-she wasn’t naïve.

But to be discarded so easily by Elijah?

Without a moment’s hesitation?

It shattered something inside her.

Elden stepped back, surveying them coldly.

Elizabeth laughed, a hollow, broken sound.

Why had she ever hesitated to leave them?

They were nothing but zealots.

Empty puppets.

As her thoughts spiraled, Ester’s calm voice cut through the despair.

“You are not worthy,” she said simply.

Everyone turned to look at her.

“You are not worthy to even think of killing my master,” Ester said, crimson eyes unyielding.

She smiled faintly, the conviction in her voice unshakable.

“And you will all die the moment he returns.” Her words carried a terrifying certainty.

Yuki’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah!

Noah’s the best!

He can’t die!” Eric chuckled weakly.

“Monster like him?

Not a chance.” As the others spoke of Noah-their unwavering belief in him-Elizabeth’s mind spiraled.

Noah Weaverheart.

The name echoed in her heart.

She thought back-moments flashing behind her bloodied eyelids-of his cunning smiles, his relentless determination, the dark, terrible things he did without hesitation… And yet.

She remembered too the way he had shielded her, even when she pushed him away.

How he had fought for her freedom, for her sanity- A choice she had once thrown away.

He didn’t need to care.

He could have left me to rot in Elijah’s chains.

But he didn’t.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her bloody palms, trembling.

Even when I cursed him.

Even when I doubted him.

Even when I was too blind to see… he still did his best to free me from him.  Tears welled in her eyes, raw and burning.

He cared.

He always did.

And in that moment, she realized-it wasn’t chains that bound her to Noah.

It was not blackmail.  It was love.

It was freedom.

It was him.

A choked laugh escaped her lips-half-sob, half-laughter-as the weight of her realization crashed down on her like a tidal wave.

Ah… Noah.

How could I not fall for you?

Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, bloodied but beating wildly.

Elizabeth raised her head, her face smeared with tears and blood, and smiled-a twisted, radiant smile.

“Yes,” she breathed, voice breaking.

“Noah will not die.” Her smile widened, crazed and beautiful, as her bloodstained eyes gleamed with newfound devotion.

“After all… he is my Noah.” “My guide.” “My peace.” “My light.” Her voice trembled, soaked in obsession and reverence.

“And my justice.” Then- A presence crashed into the cavern like a falling star.

Everyone’s heads snapped upward.

Noah stood high above, suspended weightlessly in the air, his cloak of shadows billowing.

He smiled down at them.

“Well said, my dear Saintess.” [Elizabeth’s feelings for you have reached 100%.] His gaze locked onto Elden and the inquisitors, cold and merciless.

“Now then,” he said softly.

A blade materialized in his hand.

“How about you all die for me?” He swung his sword.

“Slash of Nothingness!” -End of Chapter 70-