Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System

Chapter 145 – The Fragment and the Void

Noah stared at the shard of ice floating above his palm, eyes narrowed with intrigue. The power emanating from it was overwhelming—pure, ancient, and cold. It pulsed with such a concentrated essence of ice that, for the first time, he felt it eclipse even his own ice affinity.

Something he hadn’t thought possible.

"What is this, System?"

CRACK—!

Space continued to shatter violently around him, splintering like glass under pressure, but Noah didn’t spare it a glance.

His focus was absolute.

[This is a fragment of the Origin of Ice.]

"...Are you damn serious? I already knew that. I meant—tell me more than that."

[All affinities, all elements and concepts in the universe originate from somewhere—an Origin. These Origins are embedded deep within the universe’s core, guarded by the universe itself. Because to control an Origin... is to control everything it governs.]

[No one has ever truly wielded one.]

[But sometimes, very rarely, fragments of these Origins scatter across the universe. What you hold is one such fragment.]

[Even as a shard, it’s enough to push your ice affinity to the Transformation Rank—at the very least.]

Noah absorbed the explanation in silence. Slowly, his lips curled.

"So even things like Limitlessness, or Transcendence—they have an Origin too?"

[Everything has an Origin.]

He grinned.

"Then theoretically... if I collect all of them—every Origin in existence—and fuse them into myself...?"

The system didn’t answer right away. It paused. For once, it hesitated.

Then—

[You will walk the path toward perfection.] fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Noah chuckled under his breath, eyes gleaming.

"Another goal for the list, then."

Yes. Things were getting more and more interesting.

And Noah’s spirit was screaming adventure.

But first things first—

"Let’s figure out why Elira wanted this fragment. Then I’ll build the realm for my women... solve Isaac and Albert’s problems... and, of course, the Campbell family..."

CRACK—!

"And once Sophie becomes Empress..."

"I’ll make them my race."

"But for now... let’s wrap this Battle of throne.

CRACCCK—!

Noah frowned, glancing around. The space had fractured so deeply now that through the cracks... he could see it.

The Void.

Dark. Endless. Cold in a way no ice could replicate.

And... inviting.

Noah tilted his head slightly, sensing it. He felt an urge to step in—yet his instincts screamed danger. A warning he didn’t take lightly.

"How curious," he murmured softly.

Then, without another word, he vanished from the collapsing dungeon.

...

Far beyond that space, deep within the black expanse of the Void, something stirred.

A beast.

Gigantic, monstrous, covered in slick, glistening black scales. Millions of tentacles writhed across its massive form, and its eyes—endless and pitch-black—gazed toward the collapsing space where Noah once stood.

It had been watching him. From the moment the space cracked open, it had seen him.

"What a curious being," a voice purred—low, sultry, and unmistakably feminine.

One tentacle drifted lazily toward the dungeon’s boundary—but it stopped, blocked by invisible forces.

"As expected. I can’t enter."

But she didn’t mind.

She had the coordinates now.

"I’ll wait for an opportunity," she whispered.

This is the first time since eons she had seen something interesting.

So she will wait.

And when you’re eternal, when you’ve lived through eons, patience is nothing.

"I must see that being again..."

Yes. Noah had gained a stalker.

...

Back in the white realm.

Noah reappeared in his human form—silver hair cascading down, and his ever-shifting white eyes filled with runes pulsing like living sigils.

Instantly, three heads turned—Elira, Shadeva, and Selene.

And—

"Fuck."

"Oh..."

"Ah..."

Same reactions. Different voices.

Noah sighed. "Not again, ladies."

Elira blinked. "Noah... is that really you?"

Where was the purple hair? The silver eyes?

Selene rushed forward, cupping his cheeks gently.

"My sweet baby," she said, frowning, "Why’d you change it? Now we don’t match anymore."

Purple and silver had been her signature. Now Noah had abandoned them.

His lips twitched.

"Is that all you have to say, Mother?"

She didn’t flinch. "Look again. Don’t you feel any different?"

"I can sense it. You’ve become something else. You no longer carry my bloodline."

Selene’s voice was calm, but something in her eyes shimmered with pride and a hint of loss.

But Elira and Shadeva... they could see further. Deeper.

"This... this is insane," Shadeva muttered. For the first time since she’d joined him, she looked truly stunned.

Elira echoed her softly. "This is madness."

Because what they were seeing—what Noah had become—was not supposed to be possible.

Elira, the First and Only Soul Dragon, felt bloodline suppression.

Her—the being whose very lineage was unrivaled, whose parents and ancestors had never once surpassed her—

Now felt herself being suppressed?

"What did you become... my love?" she whispered.

Noah looked at all their faces. Their awe. Their disbelief.

And he smirked.

"Something better."

...

Later, they gathered—sitting together in the white realm. Each woman stared at Noah as he finished his explanation.

Elysiari.

A race of his own making. His own bloodline.

To say they were shocked was an understatement.

"How... how did you create such a bloodline?" Elira asked softly.

Then her eyes widened.

"...That talent of yours? The EX Unique—fusion?"

She remembered.

That day, when he asked for a drop of her dragon blood for Leona.

When he revealed his fusion talent to gain her trust.

He nodded. "Yes. I gathered many bloodlines... and fused them."

Simple words. But the process was anything but.

The women knew it.

Only Selene had an inkling of the truth. She knew her son could share the bloodlines of those who loved him.

’Truly... my son is the best.’ Her heart swelled with pride.

Eventually, they all accepted it.

Noah turned to Shadeva. "It’s been a while since we really talked. Are you settling in well?"

Shadeva smiled softly. "Elira and Selene are exhausting, but... nice to be with."

Noah chuckled. "Then that’s good."

He reached into his storage and pulled out the shard—the fragment of the Origin of Ice.

Instantly, the temperature dropped. The white realm froze over in seconds.

Selene and our dear mother divine beast inside her, Luminara, shuddered. Their bloodlines screamed at them to seize it. The urge to take control was overwhelming.

Shadeva’s eyes locked on the shard. "An Origin fragment?"

"Indeed. My dragon wanted me to retrieve it." Noah smiled and offered it to Elira.

But she shook her head.

"Are you dumb, dear husband?"

"I’m not even an ice user. That fragment was always meant for you."

"I wanted to give it to you—enhance your ice affinity to the transformation rank, then turn you into a dragon. A frost dragon."

That had been her plan. Not for herself—but for him. To make him her champion.

But now?

"Well, now that I know you’ll never accept the role of champion, take it. Do whatever you want with it."

Noah accepted the shard. He looked at Elira for a long moment.

"Thank you," he said softly.

He meant it.

But then—

"Dragon champion?" Selene asked from the side.

And another round of explanations began.

—End of Chapter 145—