Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 87

87: Chapter 87: Filthy being 87: Chapter 87: Filthy being Chapter 87: Filthy being  [Aphasia’s feelings for you have reached 55%.] Noah smiled at the notification.

He hadn’t expected it to be this easy to raise her feelings to 55% in a single encounter.

“Maybe I’ve been underestimating my beauty a little too much,” he said smugly.

Now that Aphasia was secured, he could breathe a bit easier.

Zara and Alice were still left, but he’d handle them soon-together if necessary.

“And once I have all the girls, I’ll inherit their talents, affinities, bloodlines… even their race and physique.” He smirked.

Between Elizabeth’s celestial bloodline, Zara’s human-demon hybrid heritage, Leona’s dragon-demon power, and Aphasia’s pure-blooded elf lineage and ridiculous talent- He could barely contain his excitement.

“I wonder what kind of being I’ll become once I have it all,” he mused.

But one thing was certain: He would become something that has never existed before.

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts.

First, he had a more pressing matter.

He wanted to directly go to the demon continent with Leona, but… “Someone dared to touch my wife?” His expression grew cold.

“How can I let that go so easily?” Then he vanished-leaving behind a patch of land frozen solid beneath his feet.

… Noah appeared in a simple room, bathed in red.

His eyes scanned the surroundings.

What he saw made his blood run cold.

Sophie.

Pictures of her-everywhere.

On the walls, on the shelves.

Images of her from every angle, even as a child.

On the floor, several of those photos were stained with a… disturbing white substance.

Noah’s aura dropped.

His gaze landed on the bed-where Luke lay sleeping peacefully.

But his words, spoken in sleep, were anything but peaceful.

“Sophie… ah… Sophie, you’re mine…” “I’ll kill Elijah… I’ll kill Noah… you’ll belong to me.” “You’re mine.

You’re mine… Even if I have to make you suffer…” It was a broken mantra.

Obsessive.

Eerie.

Deranged.

Noah’s fists clenched.

He hadn’t known Luke’s obsession ran this deep.

The anger boiling inside him felt ready to explode.

He clapped his hands once- CLAP!

Luke’s eyes snapped open in terror.

“W-Who… who’s there?!” His gaze locked with Noah’s.

Silver eyes.

Icy.

Merciless.

“Noah?!” Luke stammered, pale.

“H-How are you here?!

This room-this is supposed to be sealed!

Protected!

You-” “Save me your bullshit,” Noah said flatly.

He was done talking.

He stepped forward, frost trailing with each step.

“I didn’t plan to kill you.

I just wanted to teach you a lesson.” Luke couldn’t move.

His body was frozen-both by fear and Noah’s pressure.

“But I’ve changed my mind.” Noah leaned close, locking eyes with him.

“Your precious Aunt Emily… she wanted your whole family dead.” Luke’s eyes widened in horror.

“I hesitated at first.

I’m not a mass murderer.” Noah smiled-but it wasn’t kind.

“But now?

Now, I’ve made my decision.

You will all die.

Starting with you.” His voice dropped.

Cold.

“How dare you look at Sophie like that?

Like she’s some object to be owned?

A thing to possess?

Something to defile for your sick fantasies?” “You filthy bastard.” Before Luke could even scream- “Ice of Blood.” Luke froze from the inside out.

His blood crystallized.

His life ended in silence.

Pathetic.

Noah reached out and grasped his soul.

With his soul manipulation, he witnessed Luke’s memories.

He saw Luke clinging to Sophie like a loyal dog since childhood.

Begging his parents to arrange a marriage with her.

Despair when Sophie was engaged to Noah.

But Noah didn’t care about any of that.

Because he also saw the truth.

The cruelty.

The sick fantasies.

The servants forced to dye their hair red, made to look like Sophie, abused in private while his family turned a blind eye.

Noah’s eyes darkened.

“Yes.

You all deserve to die.” Then, in Luke’s final soul memory, he saw it- Isac telling Albert to contact the demon clan.

A smirk tugged at Noah’s lips.

“So… it’s time to wrap up this little battle for the throne.” With a flick of his finger, nothingness swept through the room.

Every trace.

Every memory.

Every speck of filth.

Gone.

Even Luke’s soul-erased.

“I won’t let anyone see my wife like that,” Noah muttered.

He looked up.

“My dear dragon, would you mind handling the cleanup?” A soft, melodious voice echoed: “Of course, my love.” Elira’s voice.

Noah smiled gently.

Just as he was about to teleport back to his room- A voice echoed in his mind.

Childlike.

Absolute.

“My lucky star… come meet your biggest supporter.” FWOOSH-!

Noah vanished again.

… In the white realm- Elira, Shadeva, and Solaris were watching.

Time passed slowly here, manipulated by Elira herself.

“You really let the World’s Will meet him alone?” Solaris asked, surprised.

“Why not go with him?” Elira smiled.

“I know my husband.

He’ll be fine.” “And how can he not be?

He’s the one who gathered the three of us together.” “A dragon, an unfathomable shadow being, and a Saintess beyond Saintess…” They all smiled wryly.

They hadn’t expected things to develop this way.

Noah was truly… incredible.

Solaris looked thoughtful.

“But his power… that thing he just used-to erase everything… How?” “Before, he had a sword that could cut my affinity.

Now this?

Not to mention that terrifying ice…” It’s really too much.

Elira simply smiled, proud.

“That’s my husband.” Then she added, more seriously, “Don’t spread the secret between the Emperor’s brother and Emily.

Noah didn’t want Sophie’s name to be tarnished.” “And go back to manage the church for Noah, why are you still here?” Solaris sighed.

“Fine, fine.

Guess I’ll return to managing the Church.” But she lingered.

“I just want to enjoy my free time while I can.

Is that a crime, you pedo-” She froze.

Elira’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

Her white eyes glowed with intensity.

“Just I dare you to finish that sentence.” Solaris wisely shut up.

She knew better than to provoke this crazy obsessed dragon.

Shadeva watched with a small, almost hidden smile.

The banter reminded her of her long-lost siblings.

‘I really miss those little bastards…’ she thought, wistful.

-End of Chapter 87-