Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System

Noelle finally entered the Shadow Realm. Her entrance had been seamless, as she had diminished her power greatly. Now, her avatar stood at the mythic rank. It was not a low rank, but also not something impressive—for her, at least.

So after concealing herself with her own power, in no time, she was already inside the Shadow Realm.

"What an uncomfortable place," Noelle muttered softly under her breath, already feeling like she didn't want to stay here any longer than necessary.

The next step was to get to Noah. And Noelle knew—after years of stalking him—that he had a unique realm of his own. She had even found a way to enter it without any problem.

But she stopped herself, just as she was about to cross the threshold.

She tilted her head, her face beautiful and perfect, her expression pensive. "Isn't it rude to enter his realm uninvited, without any gifts?"

It was rude. Noelle knew it.

She couldn't do anything about the uninvited part—truly, she couldn't wait for an invitation. But as for the gift…?

Noelle could do something about that.

She looked around, scanned her surroundings. And as you'd expect from the Shadow Realm, there were only shadows. Endless, writhing and useless shadows.

If she was right, her precious was surely hurt and angry at the golden-haired elves.

"The Worldborn… guess they're still that arrogant because of that old lady," Noelle said, shaking her head. But now her gift was decided.

"I'll tell him the location of that old lady but at the same time I might as well help him heal his wounds," she decided.

Because knowing where that old woman was—and how to get her—was the only possible solution if her precious wanted to win against them.

Otherwise, no matter how strong he became, he would never be on par.

Well…

"Only if he becomes stronger than those two and the leader of the factions. Only then could he kill all of them without needing to take care of the old lady first."

But even that will be difficult as that old lady will not sit and look at them doing that.

And by taking care of her, Noelle didn't mean kill her. That was something quite impossible, in fact… taking care meant finding a way to bind her, to stop her from interfering.

But it wouldn't be easy. Those Worldborns were her favorite children, after all.

Noelle shook her head softly and raised her right hand to eye level.

She touched the void as if it were something tangible. And indeed, as she touched it, ripples formed in the space before her like flowing water. Then she clenched her hand, and the space ripped itself apart, revealing on the other side… a completely different environment.

Noah's realm.

Noelle smiled. She took a step—and immediately went in.

Behind her, the space healed itself, becoming just like before. No one would believe that someone had just used her authority over space to enter a realm belonging to someone else.

And just like that,

Noelle—the stalker of Noah—finally went to meet her precious.

…

Meanwhile, inside the realm, within the Bloodheart territory—

A meeting between mother and daughter was taking place.

Rouge looked at her mother and grinned. "I wonder what you were gonna do to Malrik if I hadn't come here, Mother?" she asked, curious.

She had almost been tempted to not come, just so she could find out what her mother would do. But she still came, knowing full well that her mother could go crazy sometimes.

Red returned the grin. "You do not want to know, dear daughter."

Then she shifted the subject, talking about the things she actually wanted to talk about.

"I called you for a reason. Tell me—what do you think about your father?" Red asked, before adding:

"I want the truth, Rouge," she said with a serious face—something Rouge knew well wasn't common.

Which meant this question was important to her.

But it was also a tricky question. Rouge had never been close to her father.

It wasn't that her father treated her badly, or was constantly busy, or anything like that.

No, not at all.

There was just no particular reason to talk much. The Bloodhearts were a clan of people who craved blood, who craved fights and challenges.

Every one of them had only one goal—to grow stronger.

But as always, there are exceptions. And Rouge's father—Alaric—was one of them.

He didn't strive to become stronger. He was the type to laze around and do nothing.

But Rouge never truly blamed him. In fact, she didn't care that much about him.

And how could she?

No matter if someone is your father or mother, relationships are things we cultivate.

Feelings are things we cultivate. It's earned.

It's not granted. You're not born with love for your parents inside you. It's because they take care of you, show you love—and over time, you reciprocate.

Because humans are like that.

So when a father doesn't do his job?

Then so be it.

And Alaric didn't do his job.

So between him and Rouge, there were no real feelings involved. Only the fact that he helped give her birth.

But in this world, who truly cares about such a shallow thing?

Rouge certainly didn't.

That's why, finally, she looked into her mother's red eyes and said—in the most emotionless tone she had ever used,

"I don't feel anything about him."

That's it.

She didn't hate him, but she didn't love him either.

At her response, Red Bloodheart grinned. A sharp, merciless grin.

"Then I can kill him, right?" she asked, her voice devoid of mercy.

As if she wasn't talking about her husband—but just some random man in the street.

Rouge tilted her head in surprise and a little confusion. "Why would you suddenly want to kill him?" she asked.

It wasn't the fact that her father was being killed that bothered her—but the reason. Why now? Not before?

And the answer was something Rouge didn't expect at all.

"Because I want to pursue Noah. And I can't do that with a husband in my name. So I have to kill that useless bastard."

Red answered calmly, then leaned back in her bloody chair.

"And you will help me do so, my dear daughter."

She grinned.

"So tell me… how can I make the Absolute Deity look at me, accept me, and fuck me until I don't even recognize you as my daughter?"

Rouge stood there, her eyes wide in surprise. Then, slowly, a bloody grin spread across her face.

"Mother… I didn't know you were such a horny woman."

—End of Chapter 210—