Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System-Chapter 137: The Women’s meeting [1]

Chapter 137 – The Women’s meeting [1]

{Title: Blessed by Lightning}

{Description: For your unwavering dedication to your craft, you have been blessed by the very concept of Lightning. Your lightning affinity has evolved to SSS rank.}

Sophie smiled softly at the glowing text.

"Perfect," she murmured. "From S-rank to SSS. I did it."

A deep, unshakable pride filled her chest.

And how could she not feel proud? She had accomplished what only a handful of beings in the world ever had—elevating her affinity into the realm of legend.

She lifted her palm.

A miniature spear of red lightning sparked to life above it—crackling, humming with otherworldly energy.

But this was no longer just her signature lightning.

Once, it exuded the presence of an empress—confident, dominant, elegant.

Now?

It radiated something more.

The aura of a true ruler. Sovereign. Imposing. Layered.

It was heavy, yet graceful.

Destructive, yet healing.

Elusive, yet unyielding.

Sophie had surpassed her former self. She had harmonized different types of lightning into a single, complete whole. This wasn’t just power—it was work forged by effort and pain.

And now?

It was time to test it.

She casually hurled the lightning spear toward a wooden training puppet nearby.

It wasn’t even fast.

But before it even made contact—

BOOOM—!

The puppet exploded, disintegrating into ash.

Not from impact—but from the sheer weight of the energy approaching it.

And that?

That was just one aspect of her evolved lightning.

"Incredible..." she whispered. Her smile was radiant.

All the pain. The days without food. The solitude.

It had all been worth it.

She turned and began to walk away, her steps light with satisfaction.

"Time to see my dear husband," she said with a smirk.

"...But first..."

She sniffed her clothes and wrinkled her nose.

"I need a bath. I smell awful."

...

Meanwhile...

In another part of the realm, someone else was fighting their own battle.

Yuki.

She sat in the middle of a tranquil lake, eyes closed, focused.

Water rippled around her, undisturbed.

Watching her from the shore was Damon, her teacher—and her reluctant cheerleader.

’She’s crazy,’ Damon thought.

And he meant it.

After all, Yuki had declared that she wanted to forge something that, by all accounts, shouldn’t even exist:

"A formless sword. A weapon that adapts to anything."

How was that even possible?

He didn’t know. And he was the sword expert.

Yuki had been training for days—trying to shape water into a sword. Trying to blend elemental manipulation with her sword affinity.

But so far?

Failure.

Damon had done all he could. He had shared his insights, told her his journey, offered his knowledge...

But this?

This path?

This was hers alone.

"You’re on your own, Yuki," he muttered under his breath.

Still... he wanted to see it.

To witness a formless sword. To see the impossible become real.

"Give it your all, Yuki. You can do it... probably."

He wasn’t the most convincing supporter—but his hope was real.

Yuki, meanwhile, heard none of that.

She was deep in thought, her mind racing.

’Logically, this shouldn’t be hard.’

Water mages shaped blades all the time. Why couldn’t she, with her sword affinity, do the same?

’What am I missing?’

She had excellent control. She could enhance blades, create sword intent, and more.

But then—A realization.

Her eyes snapped open.

’It’s not the same.’

Sword affinity manipulation and elemental manipulation were fundamentally different.

If she wanted to shape something like water into a sword using her sword affinity... she needed to start over.

’I need to train like an elemental user. Learn their basics. Build from there.’

Her eyes sharpened. Focused.

She turned to Damon, determination blazing.

"What affinities do you have, Teacher?"

He blinked, confused by the sudden question. "Sword and wind."

Yuki grinned. "Then teach me. Show me how you manipulate your wind affinity. Step by step."

"...What?"

Yuki’s training continued.

And so did her obsession.

...

Elsewhere... In the White Realm

Around a massive round table sat a gathering of Noah’s women.

Elira. Neko. Ester. Dominique. Zara. Shadeva.

Lucius and Leona had already left—this wasn’t their place.

But those who remained?

The atmosphere was... tense.

No one spoke.

Shadeva and Ester stayed silent out of indifference.

Neko and Elira found the tension entertaining.

Dominique and Zara? They barely dared to breathe.

Zara, in particular, was having a minor meltdown.

She kept glancing at Elira—The Dean of Apex Academy.

A living legend.

’Is she... seriously one of Noah’s women too?’

The thought shattered her mind.

How could a being like Elira—powerful, untouchable, divine—be caught in something like this?

She couldn’t comprehend it.

Meanwhile, Dominique felt completely overwhelmed.

Shadeva’s aura alone was suffocating—dark and heavy, especially now that Noah had reached S-rank and hers had also reached the same level.

Just being near her dimmed the space around her. It was suffocating.

But Elira? She was something else entirely.

When Dominique’s gaze accidentally met hers—

She felt like thousands of ancient beings were watching her.

She shivered violently.

’This is madness...’

What she didn’t know was that Elira had done it on purpose.

’Are you angry, daughter?’

’Yes. Is there something wrong?’

Voices echoed inside Elira’s mind—fragments of her draconic lineage.

’You old fools, isn’t it obvious? She’s a succubus. She must’ve sucked dear Noah dry.’

Nicoles, the ever-troublemaker, chimed in.

’Oh? That’s it? Then let’s punish her!’

’Noah too. In the name of training, of course.’

’Let’s cut his—’

’Don’t even finish that sentence, Nicoles,’ Elira cut her off.

She sighed internally.

’Yes, I’m a little mad about it. I wanted to be his first. But... it’s fine.’

She wasn’t truly angry. She was already okay with Noah having more than one woman.

She just wanted to mess with Dominique a little.

’You’re too soft on him.’ Nicoles said quietest in her mind.

Elira didn’t respond.

But in her mind?

She was already planning.

’Just wait, dear husband. You’ll learn why dragons are called the most insatiable of all creatures.’

She would prove that to him.

Personally.

And she can’t wait.

—End of Chapter 137—