Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 90

90: Chapter 90: Submit or die by Leona 90: Chapter 90: Submit or die by Leona Chapter 90: Submit or Die by Leona Noah maintained his smile.

Zara sighed, shoulders sagging.

He knew her too well-knew she’d never pass up a chance to spend time with Neko.

“I accept,” she muttered, clicking her tongue in irritation.

“Always a pleasure doing business,” Noah replied with exaggerated politeness, bowing mockingly.

“When do we leave?” she asked, sliding the last of her meal to Neko, who happily devoured it.

“Now.” Zara blinked.

“I beg your pardon?” “We depart now,” Noah said casually.

“So, dear Zara, go prepare whatever it is you need to prepare-if anything at all.” She frowned.

“So early?

Can’t we at least wait until tomorrow?” “We don’t have time to waste.” He stood, and without missing a beat, Neko leapt onto his head, curling up in her old spot like nothing had changed.

“I’ll be in my room.

Twenty minutes.

Be there please dear Zara.” And with that, he vanished.

After all-he had another errand to run.

One that involved a certain academy spy in desperate need of blackmail.

‘Twenty minutes is more than enough,’ he thought with a grin.

‘At this rate, I’m becoming a professional.’ He disappeared into space.

… Elsewhere in the academy, Lucius stood before three first-year students.

None of them were part of the special class.

And yet-even three against one-they were powerless.

Because standing before them was Lucius, the boy with the anti-mana talent.

Unfairly gifted.

Annoyingly smug.

“You know the drill,” he said cheerfully.

“It’s not your first time, and definitely won’t be your last.

Hand over your points.

I’ll give ’em back once I earn more.” “You always say that!” one of them snapped.

A young man, clearly fed up.

“You’ve never returned a single point!

We need those for food and training-we’re not special class like you!” Lucius tilted his head.

“Well, obviously I haven’t returned them.

I haven’t gained more points yet.

Can’t give what I don’t have.

Use your brain, genius.” Then his smile twisted.

“And stop whining about the special class.

If it bothers you so much, challenge us.

Take our place.” He paused.

“Oh wait… You can’t.” Then he laughed loudly.

Mockingly.  His words hit hard-but the three boys said nothing.

They knew better than to challenge anyone from the special class.

Some had tried.

Fools who thought they had a chance.

They faced Malrik, Rouge, even Ren-the so-called weakest-and every single one of them lost.

Horribly.

Malrik’s death aura alone crushed most challengers.

Rouge welcomed battles with bloodlust.

Ren, the blacksmith, just summoned artifacts and wiped the floor with them.

No one dared approach the top five: Noah, Elijah, Sophie, Aphasia, and Elizabeth.

Especially Noah?

He was truly in a league of his own.

No one even dared to approach him recklessly.  Lucius grew impatient.

“Enough stalling.

Give me the points, or do I have to beat it out of you first?” The boys were on the verge of giving in when- Noah appeared.

Right behind Lucius.

The air shifted.

Lucius turned, only to be greeted by Noah’s ever-confident smirk.

“Well, look at that.

A charming little bully.

Want to know what it’s like to be on the receiving end?” Lucius opened his mouth-but before he could speak, Noah touched his shoulder.

“Let’s find out, shall we?” And just like that-they vanished.

The three students stood frozen.

“…What just happened?” one of them asked.

“I think…” another murmured, eyes wide, “…that was Noah Weaverheart.” They just stood there, stunned.

Being that close to him?

Unreal.

… Back in Noah’s room, Lucius stumbled backward immediately, activating his anti-mana aura.

His eyes narrowed, instincts screaming that something had gone horribly wrong.

Noah sat calmly on the edge of his bed, unbothered.

Neko at his side, her purple eyes looking at Lucius with indifference.  “You don’t need that aura.

It won’t help you.” Lucius didn’t listen.

His aura surged, canceling mana in the room.

He gripped his black sword, preparing to strike.

Even if he couldn’t win-he would at least resist.

Noah stood and appeared before him again in a blink.

Lucius reacted fast-his aura flared, sword ready to slash- But Noah raised a single finger.

“I am limitless, Lucius.” BOOM.

An aura surged through the room, unfamiliar and terrifying.

“I don’t rely on mana.

I’m not bound by it.” A dense, dark energy flickered at his fingertip.

“And also…I am nothingness.” Lucius’s aura collapsed.

Gone.

The anti-mana field-the very thing that gave him his edge-was overwritten.

Erased.

Lucius staggered, eyes wide with shock.

He could feel it.

That energy on Noah’s finger… It could erase everything.

Not just mana.

Not just spells.

Everything.

Impossible.

Unreal.

But I want it, Lucius thought.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Noah said calmly, reading him like an open book.

“Forget it.

You can’t have it.” He sat back down, crossing one leg over the other.

“This power is unique to me.

But,” he added with a thoughtful smile, “the universe is vast.

There are beings out there who embody similar concepts.

Maybe not on my level… but close enough to matter.” Lucius perked up.

“Really?

How?” Noah asked his system silently.

‘Hey, system.

I was bluffing.

Got anything?’ [There are creatures and entities in the universe that embody the concept of nothingness.

While your talent is unique to you, similar abilities exist.] Bingo.

“There are beings whose essence is born from nothingness,” Noah said smoothly.

“Follow me, and you might get a taste of that power.

Not like mine-but something similar.” Lucius hesitated.

He wanted it.

Desperately.

But… ‘I’m a spy.

Shit.

I shouldn’t have agreed to be a damn spy just to get into this academy and live comfortably.’ Noah watched him silently, then dropped the final card.

“I already know you’re a spy.” Lucius froze.

Expression blank.

Noah sighed, lazy to explain.  “Leona, would you?” A figure appeared-no illusions, no disguise.

A beautiful yet fearsome presence: Leona, in her true form as a dragon-demon hybrid.

Lucius’s breath caught in his throat.

Leona smirked.

“Yes.

I’ve betrayed the Crows.” She stepped forward, her gaze sharp.

“And you should too.

Or you’ll die.” She leaned in, voice almost playful.

“What was it again?” Her grin widened.

“Ah.

Right.

Submit or die.” Noah watched the scene unfold with a soft laugh in his mind.

‘I’ve trained her well.

At this rate, we’re going to build a premium blackmail empire.’ -End of Chapter 90-