Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System

"Tell me… who are responsible for this?" Noah asked as he clicked his finger, instantly creating a small realm that enveloped both him and Shadow.

It was a realm made of threads—Providence's threads—a space where fate, destiny, and causality all mixed together in chaotic harmony, forming a tapestry so deep, so interwoven, that it became impossible to peer through it, impossible to predict or observe from the outside.

Noah then formed a chair made of the same threads and sat down calmly, his posture relaxed but his aura oppressive, waiting for Shadow to respond to his question.

Because he wasn't a fool, he knew full well that Shadeva's siblings couldn't have just one day woken up and decided to seal their sister like that.

Especially not if Shadeva had been a loving, loyal, and protective sister, the kind of sibling whose existence was a blessing.

It didn't make any damn sense.

So to Noah, only two possibilities made sense—either her sisters were incredibly stupid, disgustingly ungrateful, and poisoned with blind jealousy, or someone was behind this, someone had moved the pieces, whispered into the ears, twisted the truth until trust broke apart.

And he had met Sylphira already. She was strange, sure, intense in her own ethereal way—but not the kind to willingly betray and seal her own sister. Not without something pushing her.

So…

Something was deeply wrong. And he needed to know.

He loathed unpredictability. He despised unknowns.

'Maybe that's why I obtained the power of Providence…?' Noah wondered suddenly, the realization striking him with a peculiar emotional clarity, because truly—this power helped him understand, helped him pierce deeper into the impossible, helped him see.

He sighed, the emotion flowing out of him like fog before turning his full attention back to Shadow.

Shadow, too, sighed before sitting down on a chair conjured from his own essence—a throne made of shadows that writhed around him like loyal pets.

"Isn't it obvious?" Shadow began, his voice low but weighty.

"I gave my first daughter a very special power, a terrifying one—the power to create her own shadow realm, and to forge her own subjects by slaying living beings."

"That means the more she kills, the stronger she becomes, not just because her armies grow, but because the realm inside her soul also grows, feeding her endlessly."

"Given enough time, she could drown entire divine realms beneath her shadows. She'd hardly ever lose—because in war, the more people fall, the more soldiers she gets, and she had practically infinite energy thanks to that inner realm."

"She could fight… endlessly. Tirelessly. Ruthlessly."

Shadow paused and looked Noah directly in the eye.

"Now tell me, who would accept the existence of such a being?"

Noah didn't speak. He didn't need to.

"No one," Shadow said plainly, "because she was too much of a risk."

"Especially at that time, when the major forces hadn't consolidated their power yet, when instability and fear still ran deep. When a power like hers looked less like a miracle and more like an apocalypse waiting to happen."

"They wanted to kill her. But to strike down my first daughter while I was still alive?"

"That would've been very unwise of them."

"So instead… they resorted to something worse."

"They sealed her using her own siblings."

"And before you ask why I didn't intervene…"

Shadow's voice dimmed, and he looked up at the shimmering, thread-laced sky of the realm.

"We, Wills… we don't have the liberty to act however we want."

He smiled bitterly, a hollow expression of resignation.

"That's what happens when power isn't earned, but handed to you by the universe. You receive strength, yes, but in exchange, you're shackled by cosmic rules you never agreed to. You are watched. You are restrained. You are punished for interference."

"All for the so-called development and evolution of all beings."

He stopped there, silence falling like fog across the realm.

Noah slowly nodded, understanding the bitter truth.

If those Wills were allowed to act freely, they'd probably just reinforce their laws upon everything and crush the progression of all those below them. So the universe limited them, because it had given them that power in the first place.

Which was completely different from beings like the Progenitors—because they had earned their power, clawed it out from fate and chaos, and could now use it as they pleased.

'Earned power is always the safest thing,' Noah thought to himself, nodding like some wise monk who'd just uncovered the secrets of life—completely unaware that he was perhaps the least qualified being in existence to say something like that with a straight face.

But amid all this clarity, one thing still eluded him.

"Who are they?" he asked, his voice sharp with tension, brows furrowed.

Shadow smiled faintly.

"I thought it was obvious by now, after everything I've just said."

"It's all of them," he said softly making Noah froze.

"…What?"

"The demons. The angels. The dragons. The elves. The divine beasts. The High Humans. The Nullrace. Every single one."

Noah's eyes widened in pure disbelief.

"What the fuck?" he blurted without even thinking.

"With all this… do you think any of them would've refused? Maybe they would have if Ebony, my second daughter, wasn't there to convince them. But she was. And with her there…"

Shadow's voice trailed off, his expression turning cold.

"They created shackles using their combined powers. Shackles strong enough to bind my children."

Noah didn't know what to say. He had expected maybe one of the races to be behind it.

But so many of them?

That was madness.

"All that because of Shadeva…?" he whispered, his heart heavy with the weight of it.

But even then, a part of him understood.

Because Shadeva didn't just raise shadows she could claim the essence of any being she killed, and thus her army could contain elves, dragons, angels, demons, and more. She could absorb the power of every race into her darkness.

'Crazy… she's really overpowered. But with her gentle, loving nature she hardly kills anyone. I need to fix that.' Noah thought darkly.

And he remembered that he, too, had that power. But his was different.

His shadows would be the evolved versions of what he killed—stronger, stranger, more powerful, more his.

'So me saving Shadeva basically made me an enemy of every major race?'

Wonderful.

He didn't mind enemies but only having enemies was not a strategy. It was a death wish.

He needed allies, beings who would stand with him. Beings he could use.

'Demons… dragons…' Noah thought, and he squinted inwardly.

These two could still be salvaged.

That damn Echidna had to be useful for something eventually and as for the dragons…

'I mean come on, I'm your son-in-law, right? Let's be friends, for fuck's sake. Let me conquer you gently and with love. I'll treat you right, I swear.' he grumbled inside his mind, already tired.

He sighed again.

"Are the Progenitors involved?" Noah asked at last, his voice low but charged.

Shadow nodded without hesitation.

"Only one."

"And it was that one who created the shackles around my children so perfectly tied, so cursed, that even with all their power, they can't break them."

Noah tilted his head, curiosity flashing in his eyes.

"And who is it?" he asked, already knowing he'd hate the answer.

Shadow looked straight at him.

"The Progenitor of the Elves."

"Luelle WorldTree."

—End of Chapter 275—