Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System-Chapter 139: The Women’s Meeting [3]

Chapter 139: The Women’s Meeting [3]

It was just a title.

But in this world—where titles carried the weight of fate itself—it became something much more. It became power itself.

Elijah had accepted his new title with pride and devotion.

"Justicia’s Sword."

He hadn’t done it out of fear.

Nor guilt.

He did it out of love.

Not just to repay everything the goddess had given him, but because he wanted to be closer to her.

Being Justicia’s champion was no longer enough for him. He wanted more. He wanted to be closer and be helpful to her.

Because when you love someone...

You want to help them.

Be useful to them.

Make them happy.

So Elijah became her sword—her warrior. A man who would wage war in her name, spill blood for her sake, and give her everything.

It was...

Pure devotion. Pure obsession.

Something Noah would never understand.

Devotion? To what? To who?

If Noah would ever devote himself to anything, it would be himself.

It wasn’t arrogance—okay, maybe a little—but it was about identity.

His identity was heavy, unique.

His titles were not given, they were earned.

They shaped the world around him.

To devote himself to another meant losing control over who he was.

And that was the fundamental difference between Elijah and Noah.

Elijah was a man of faith, willing to abandon himself for the goddess who saved him.

And Noah was a man of self, where only he and his closest loved ones mattered.

Neither was wrong.

Both had power.

Both had purpose.

But in the end...

There was no "right."

Only the winner decides what is right.

So now, the question is:

Who will win?

The pure, selfless devotion to a goddess?

Or the raw, unwavering arrogance of self?

Time will tell.

...

In the White Realm —

The round table was silent again.

Each woman seated bore a different expression—some calm, some curious, and a few wary.

Selene sat at the head of the table. Behind her stood Luminara and Sari, the powerful mother of the First Shadow.

She opened her mouth calmly.

"Is anyone missing?"

The others quickly understood—she was the de facto leader.

No one argued.

Not even Elizabeth, who knew better.

After all, this was Noah’s mother.

And whether they liked it or not, she had the most natural authority in this group.

Dominique raised her hand nervously.

"My mother’s not here."

Selene turned to her. "And your mother is?"

"Demon Lord Lilith Seductrice."

Her words caused a ripple of surprise.

Even Sophie’s eyes widened.

"A demon lord?" Sophie whispered, stunned.

As a royal-blooded noble, she’d been raised to hate demons—especially their lords.

Now to find out not only was a demon here... but her mother was a Demon Lord?

The others were equally shocked.

Until they all glanced at Elira.

Then it made sense.

’Of course he could tame even a Demon Lord,’ they thought.

"There’s also Alice Evergreen and Aphasia Elfborn," Elira added.

"They’re not here because their feelings aren’t fully romantic yet. But Noah wants them."

At the mention of Alice, Zara’s eyes gleamed.

If Alice joins, then maybe I can form a faction...

Yes, the thought of internal alliances had already begun.

And she wasn’t the only one.

Selene saw it.

So did Elira.

But that was the very thing Selene wanted to prevent.

She had asked Noah once:

"How do you want your harem to be?"

He had simply said:

"I just want everyone to get along. No drama."

A tall order.

But Selene had taken that burden willingly.

It meant he trusted her to keep the peace.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment.

Then, in a clear and commanding voice:

"You all know why we’re here, so I won’t waste time."

"Every woman here is Noah’s woman. Yes, even me—his mother."

That caused another wave of surprise.

Sophie, Yuki, and even little Anya blinked.

Elizabeth already knew. Her senses told her.

Neko and Ester had suspected.

The rest? Either didn’t care due to their race, or accepted it without resistance.

Selene pressed on, unbothered.

"We’re not a small group. There are nine of us here."

"If we include Lilith, Alice, and Aphasia, that makes twelve."

"So—we need a system. A structure. One that prevents problems."

Then her voice turned heavier.

"Let’s be honest."

"Even if we’re all Noah’s women, we’re not equally important to him."

"And we have to accept that bitter truth."

The women nodded.

They weren’t naïve.

No man could love every woman the same.

Still, Noah’s job was to make each of them feel valued enough to forget the difference.

A tough job—but his job nonetheless.

"So," Selene continued, "what do you all propose as a system?"

She could have imposed one.

But she didn’t want tyranny. She wanted harmony.

So she gave them a voice.

And some bold ones took it.

"First, we need ranks and positions," Elizabeth spoke up. Every eyes turned toward her.

"There can be multiple ranks. But each rank has positions inside it."

"Women can rise in rank through certain actions."

She paused.

"And we—not Noah—will judge those actions. Fairly. No jealousy. No sabotage."

"Not bad," Elira said, smiling.

"I agree," several echoed.

Then a small voice chimed in.

"But how do we define those ranks and actions?"

It was Anya, the little girl acting cute.

A fair question.

"How?" indeed.

Elira turned to Dominique.

"Well, apparently there’s also the rank of sex slaves, right?"

Dominique straightened up proudly.

"Yes. Me and my mother are Noah’s sex slaves. And we are fine with it."

Elira laughed softly.

"Then so be it. There are Wife Ranks and Slave Ranks."

Selene interjected, frowning slightly.

"’Wife’ is too broad. It needs subcategories too."

And so the discussion continued.

Voices clashed. Ideas formed. Opinions differed.

But something beautiful was being born.

Not just a system.

Not just a structure.

But A family—with all its chaos and care.

And truly?

What man wouldn’t want to have this?

—End of Chapter 139—