Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System

"Help me find our little sibling, will you?" Asaemon asked as he grinned wide, looking like a child eager to go outside and buy new toys to play with.

Something Aurelia knew very much, as she was the one who understood this unpredictable and thrill-seeking man better than anyone in this damned universe.

And that's exactly why—

"I won't help you," Aurelia said while shaking her delicate and beautiful head, making Asaemon's grin freeze.

"What..? But why, sister?" he asked, genuinely confused as to why he was getting a 'no' for such a simple task.

"Why you ask? Because I know you'll cause problems once you do. You'll probably take the youngest and go to some ancient race and fight them just for fun… or maybe enter some forbidden land just to create some deep, lasting bond…"

She glared at him with growing irritation.

"…just like what you did with me," she finished, her tone sharp and flat.

She had been truly naive back then.

So happy to find out there was another being like her that she accepted Asaemon's stupid proposal of entering a territory belonging to a Law Creator, while they were still at World Dominator rank, just for the sake of bonding.

She regretted that decision immensely, and till this day, she couldn't help but curse her own wide-eyed enthusiasm.

Asaemon just grinned, clearly proud of the chaos he caused.

"Let's be honest, it was fun, sister. We killed that void octopus monster and all its minions. Hahaha, thanks to that I even got his power now."

"Hahahahahah!"

Asaemon laughed loudly, throwing his head back, as if recalling a fond childhood memory, completely oblivious—or perhaps just indifferent—to Aurelia's visible exasperation.

She sighed deeply and chose to ignore him, the way one might ignore an excited dog who just destroyed half the living room.

Eventually, Asaemon stopped laughing and turned back to her, this time with a pleading glint in his eyes.

"Are you really not going to help me?"

"Yes," she answered simply.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, voice teasing now.

Aurelia paused, something in her gut told her she wasn't going to like whatever came next, but still…

"Yes."

Asaemon just shrugged casually.

"Guess you wouldn't mind me staying here then, sister. Where are your lovely beasts again? Let me go say hello to those fairies you love so much," he said with a smirk as he stood from his conjured chair, stretching lazily as if getting ready for a stroll.

Immediately, a profound aura erupted from every inch of the realm.

It wasn't chaotic. It wasn't beastly.

It was calm and serene.

But the longer you stayed under it, the more you felt something slipping away from you—something essential, something tied to your very existence.

Asaemon smiled at the sensation.

"So sensitive," he muttered, casually shielding himself with his own chaotic aura before beginning his walk toward the direction of the fairies.

Aurelia sighed again, for the nth time.

This is why she didn't want to deal with Asaemon.

He always found a way to get what he wanted. Always. No matter what.

Even if she knew he wouldn't hurt her fairies…

'…but he might traumatize my cute little fairies,' she thought grimly.

"Fine. I'll help you," she finally relented, her voice heavy.

Immediately, Asaemon was back in his chair like he had never moved, grinning up at her like a child who just got promised candy.

It was cute.

But to Aurelia, it was anything but that.

"Please go on," Asaemon said with mock politeness, waving his hand toward her.

She sighed and softly closed the book in her hand. It disappeared instantly.

Then another one appeared.

This one was different. It didn't radiate power. It didn't pulse with threat.

It was a simple golden book… with a very strange title.

"Records Theft," Asaemon read aloud, his grin twitching.

He didn't quite believe such a thing should exist.

The ability to steal the records of any being.

To steal a specific moment of someone's life. Their skill awakening. Their ascension. Their battle experience. All of it—ripped from the records of their existence and added to hers.

She could even steal their rank. Their understanding. Their bloodline potential.

Each life was recorded, every single second of it… and she could just flip through it like a librarian choosing which book to burn or to learn from.

'I wonder how patient she has to be to not steal from me…' Asaemon thought, smiling faintly.

But he knew. It wasn't patience.

It was love.

'Heheheh, such a shy and loving sister. I can't wait to find the youngest so we can both bother her,' Asaemon thought evilly, even as his expression remained as innocent as ever.

Aurelia flipped to a specific page.

<The One Who Sees The World.>

<Seer-type ability stolen from the Blind Man of the Heavens – Celestial Race member.>

"This one will do," she whispered, and at once her eyes changed becoming pure white.

She raised her gaze to the sky, and what she saw was a storm of threads.

Billions of them, all weaving, coiling, crossing and weaving again in a dance too vast for normal minds to comprehend.

Time stopped in her world.

Nothing else existed but the threads and the flood of information pouring into her mind.

Without wasting time, she raised her hand and began to sift through them.

"Abomination."

She tried to find any thread labeled as such, hoping to pinpoint the youngest through their nature.

She found Asaemon immediately, of course. That idiot never hid himself.

But the youngest…?

'Nothing…?'

She frowned.

She tried again, searching not for their identity, but for their actions.

'Creator of the new faction.'

Still nothing.

Now truly intrigued, she shifted the search again—not for the creator… but for the members.

And that…

That's when something started to happen.

She saw silver-haired women. With unique powers. Powerful, confident, evolving fast.

Curiosity bloomed deeper in her chest as she leaned closer, trying to peer into their records, trying to get even just a sliver more of information and…

A voice.

Deep. Resonant. Timeless.

Echoing not into her ears, but into her very being.

"How daring to spy on my wives."

Space cracked.

Time froze harder than it had ever frozen before… then shattered.

The ability cut off.

It wasn't broken by a technique. It wasn't countered by skill.

The ability itself refused to be used.

Because at that moment… it was the owner of Providence who had spoken.

And when Providence speaks…

Fate is bound.

Destiny kneels.

And Causality bends.

—End of Chapter 278—