Chapter 144
Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System
Chapter 144: Chapter 144: The Birth Cry Chapter 144: The Birth Cry Noah reappeared before a swirling vortex of manaâa massive, humming gate pulsing with cold power.
A dungeon gate.
This was the one Elira had told him about. The one with ice at its core.
He floated before it in silence, watching as pale-blue mana coiled and spiraled like a storm trapped in a mirror. The sheer cold radiating off it would have frozen an ordinary person solid from a distance. But Noah was far beyond ordinary.
As he gazed at the gate, Eliraâs words echoed in his mind.
This dungeon was one of the reasons she had chosen him.
Because it wasnât normal. This place... held something deeper. Something ancient.
It had an ice-based themeâfrost-touched terrain, beasts of pure winter, and one critical secret.
"Inside lies a fragment," she had told him, "a shard of the Origin of Ice itself."
A piece of the original concept. Something not meant for mortals.
Noahâs silver eyes narrowed. "A dungeon formed by the residue of a origin concept... and Iâm supposed to just walk in and take it?"
He smirked.
"...Sounds fun."
He glanced around.
"Weâre not even at the end of the first semester yet."
Which meantâno one was supposed to be here. Not for months.
And at that thought, Noah couldnât help but reflect.
How much had he already changed this worldâs future?
The truth?
He had no idea.
He hadnât just stolen women from Elijah. Heâd stolen timelines. Stolen fate and destiny.
Events that should have happenedâdidnât.
Wars that should have eruptedânever began.
Calamities that were supposed to shake the worldâfizzled into silence.
Echidna should have been more aggressive. She should have stirred chaos between demons and humans. She should have pushed this world to the brink of collapseâdungeon breaches, endless bloodshed, a war on two fronts.
But all of that... would have been Elijahâs path to glory.
A perfect storm for him and his harem to emerge as heroes. To become icons. To gain power. And through himâJusticia would rise.
But now?
Elijah had lost those chances.
Even Shadeva, one of the most powerful beings Noah had metâwas supposed to be found by him on one of his scripted adventures.
Another piece of the puzzle, another power meant for him.
And Noah had taken that too.
Now, this dungeon?
This fragment?
Another thing Elijah was meant to have.
freewÑbnoνel.com Noahâs smirk deepened. "A fragment of the Origin of Ice, huh?"
He placed a hand to his chin, thoughtful. "First time I am hearing this. Iâm curious now."
He stepped forward and pressed his hand to the gate.
Instant resistance.
Mana surged against his palm like a living will, rejecting him.
He frowned. "Ah, right. Itâs supposed to be for those below S-rank."
This gateâthis dungeonâwasnât meant to be entered by someone like him.
By someone who had surpassed S-rank.
But that didnât matter.
His True Name may have merged into his being and absorbing his trait, but it didnât erase it.
It elevated it.
And with itâ
"I am without limits."
Silence fell.
Then the gate shuddered violently. It trembled, the swirling vortex of mana convulsing like it was in pain.
But it was useless.
Noah stepped forwardâand the dungeon yielded.
It had no choice.
He vanished into the light.
...
The moment he reappeared, he stood in a frozen land.
A world of endless ice stretched around him in all directionsâjagged glaciers, still winds, and silence that pressed against the ears like cotton.
He hovered above it all, weightless.
Below himâhis senses flared.
Dozens. No, hundreds of beasts.
He even sensed the boss monster immediatelyâan enormous Frost Snake of S-rank tier, coiled in slumber deep beneath a frozen lake.
It radiated power. Chilling, primal power.
"It wouldâve been a challenge if I were still A-rank," he muttered.
"But now? As an S-rank being with the Elysiari bloodline..."
He exhaled.
"...This is nothing."
Yet strangely, he felt something stir inside him.
A tension. A restlessness.
A craving.
A desire to fight.
It was new. Unfamiliar. And hungry.
"...Iâve never really felt like this before."
He narrowed his eyes.
"Is this the effect of my bloodline?"
[Yes, Host.]
[Your bloodline is too strong. Too dominant. It was born to conquer. Born to rule.]
[It desires war. Challenge. Supremacy.]
Noah felt it surge again.
It was like something had lodged in his throatâan itch that wouldnât fade. A scream that wanted to erupt.
He needed to release it.
Instinctively, he whisperedâ
"Elysiariâs Apex Form."
In an instant, everything changed.
His irises, once flowing with runes, slit like a beastâs.
His body grewâtaller, broader, wrapped in cosmic elegance.
Silver horns sprouted from his head, curving into a majestic crown. In their center, a silver flame flickered softly.
Wings burst from his backânot flesh, not scale, but manifestations of his very concepts. A shimmering tapestry of power. A tail followed, ethereal and deadly.
He looked draconic, but he was more.
He had transcended the dragons bloodline.
And with that transformation, the pressure in his chest exploded.
He finally understood.
Why he felt blocked. Why the unease.
He hadnât announced it.
He hadnât given his bloodline the honor it deserved.
He hadnât told the world that the Elysiari...
Was born.
So he opened his mouth, sharp silver teeth glinting.
He inhaled deeply.
The world stilled.
The dungeon beasts looked skyward, sensing... something.
Something ancient. Something primal.
Thenâ
"So this is how it feels."
His voice echoed across the ice, thunderous and clear.
Every beast in the dungeon froze.
Then, one by one, instinctivelyâ
They kneeled.
Even the S-rank Frost Snake bowed, its massive head pressed to the ground.
They didnât know why.
Only that they must.
Their instincts screamed:
This being was above them. He was Divine. He was Untouchable.
A Progenitor.
And then Noah roaredâ
"Elysiariâs Roar."
Silence.
Thenâ
RRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!
The sound wasnât just a roar.
It was a declaration.
A cosmic scream.
The birth cry of a bloodline that would one day rule all.
Space itself cracked. The dungeon trembled. Beasts exploded into blood.
Crimson stained the white landscape.
The dungeon began to collapse.
Noah hovered at its center, calm, as if the destruction had nothing to do with him.
He raised a handâand the souls of the fallen beasts floated to him.
He clenched his fingers gently.
"You were witnesses to my birth," he said softly. "You donât deserve death just yet."
Then he turned.
His beastly eyes pierced through the frost and stone, beyond layers of enchantments.
And thereâ
He saw it.
A delicate shard, floating like a snowflake frozen in time.
The Fragment of the Origin of Ice.
The core of the dungeon.
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The reason Elira had sent him.
He reached out his handâand it flew to him, resting in his palm like a cold flame.
It pulsed once.
Noah smiled faintly.
"Well... that was quick."
âEnd of Chapter 144â