Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System-Chapter 143: The Name of a Race

Chapter 143: The Name of a Race

This was something the Akashic Record didn’t expect.

This was a development no one expected.

Because let’s not forget—Noah held the title: The True Anomaly.

He was someone who couldn’t be seen. Someone fate and destiny couldn’t pierce through.

He was outside the system. Beyond the threads of inevitability.

So every single one of his actions?

They were his own.

Uncontrolled. Unmeasured. Unwritten.

And now—he had become something... more.

A new race had been born.

And he had become a Progenitor. A True one.

Something that, until now, only the rulers of ancient factions could claim.

Beings who had existed for millions of years.

Beings who had built empires across galaxies.

Beings who had long transcended the limitations of time.

And yet...

He was just 15.

He was just a boy.

He was just... a child.

But that child had achieved what others spent millennia trying—and failing—to do.

He had done the impossible.

And that was something the Akashic Record deeply admired. Truly, genuinely.

So when it came time to give him his True Name—

It didn’t hesitate.

It didn’t offer one.

It offered two.

Names never spoken before.

Names that carried meaning too heavy for ordinary reality.

Names that could shake the fabric of the universe if left unshielded.

{You are Nytherion Il’Varethos.}

The world trembled.

The very name carried weight beyond comprehension.

And if it weren’t for the Akashic Record shielding Noah in that moment,

If it hadn’t wrapped his existence in divine barriers layered beyond layers...

The universe would have trembled under that name’s gravity.

But the Record was merciful.

Noah was still young. He was still in his growth phase. His foundations were still forming.

And so, it covered him.

{Your True Name has absorbed both of your traits.}

{You are walking toward perfection.}

{But you are still far from there.}

{Integrate more power. More bloodlines. More affinities. More physiques. Everything.}

{Keep evolving.}

A pause.

But the notifications didn’t stop.

So—

{As the first being of your race, you have earned the right to name it.}

{What shall your race be called?}

Noah stood still, his silver hair cascading behind him like a trail of starlight.

He looked at the notifications calmly, silently.

He had created an entirely new race. An entirely new bloodline.

He was now a progenitor.

A founder.

The first of his kind.

"A name, huh?" he said softly, his voice calm, thoughtful.

This wasn’t just a name.

This would be a word that echoed across galaxies. Across epochs.

He had to make it meaningful.

He had to make it grand.

Noah smirked to himself.

After all, this race—he didn’t create it alone.

He created it thanks to the system.

Thanks to the women who stood by his side.

Thanks to everything he had fought for and bled for.

This bloodline was not just for him.

It was for his children.

For the family he would one day build.

For the queens at his side.

Because now, Noah didn’t just want to conquer. He didn’t just want to dominate.

He wanted to build something.

A legacy. A home.

Because—

"How lonely would it be," he whispered, "if I stood at the very top... but alone... for all eternity?"

He didn’t want that.

He refused that.

So not just for himself.

But for the ones walking this journey with him.

For the ones who would come after him.

He would name this race. A special name.

And the name would be—

"Elysiari."

"Elysia from Elysium—a paradise, a sanctuary for immortal beings."

"And the -ri, from those who belong."

Noah paused.

He had searched deep in his memories from Earth, picking a name that held meaning, history, and soul.

"And together..." he smiled, "it means Those of Eternal Sanctuary."

That was his dream.

A sanctuary for his family. For his people. For his future.

A dream that spanned eternity.

A dream that was entirely his.

{DING! Your race name has been recorded.}

{You have received the title: Progenitor of the Elysiari.}

{Your bloodline has been named: Elysiari Bloodline.}

{Congratulations, Noah Weaverheart.}

{Current State of Existence: 19999.}

{Next Threshold: 20000.}

The notifications faded.

Noah stood tall with his new appearance, his white eyes gleaming with rotating runes, his silver hair weightless, vast, divine.

He smirked.

’What do you think of my new look, dear system?’

[It suits you well, Host.]

Noah chuckled softly.

’Show me the bloodline abilities.’

[Bloodline: Elysiari Bloodline]

• Elysiari’s Apex Form: Your human appearance is not your true self. You are no human. You are a calamity. A beast. A Elysiarien. Activate this skill and become what you are.

• Concept Embodiment: You possess a concept core. Embody it fully—be the concept.

• Elysiari’s Roar: Unleash a cry that can shatter worlds and universes alike—when your strength allows it.

• Elysiari’s Visionary: All begins with thought. All begins with vision. Become that vision, and it shall be. But only if you believe it with no hesitation, no doubt.

• Elysiari’s Name: As the first of your race, you can bestow True Names upon those who come after you.

• Elysiari’s Blood: You may transform another into an Elysiari.

Noah’s eyes widened slightly as he read.

"These abilities..." he whispered. "Aren’t they too strong? My race will be unchallengeable."

[These abilities are exclusive to you—the Progenitor.]

[Only a few shall pass to others: Apex Form, the Roar, and Concept Embodiment.]

[For Concept embodiment it depends on their talents. No one else holds multiple concepts as you do. But some may have two or so.]

Noah smiled.

"That’s already strong enough."

He was satisfied.

Completely.

With this bloodline... with this identity...

"I wonder," he whispered, eyes gleaming, "how I’ll fare against the Champions now."

Elijah... and the others.

Five years.

He had five years to prepare.

Five years to get used to his new strength.

Five years to prepare his family for what was to come.

But first—

"Let’s go to that dungeon," he said. "And take back what Elira wants."

It was time.

Noah disappeared into a puddle of blood—silent and sudden.

...

The birth of the Elysiari might’ve gone unnoticed by the greater universe...

But the world of Laeh?

It felt it.

The very foundations of the planet trembled. Something shifted at its core.

This was no ordinary event.

The birth of a new race—especially one like this—only happened once in billions of years.

And Laeh responded.

Because with that birth, something started to form inside the world core.

Laeh had received something.

A gift.

And—

"HOLY FUCK!!"

Laeh cursed violently.

He felt it.

The emergence of a power he wasn’t meant to touch yet. Not this early. Not in this cycle.

But it was here. Budding. Forming.

And when that power matured—

Laeh would change forever.

His core shook. The sky of sky of his realm roared. The very dimensions around him buckled under the pressure of what was to come.

He had met a condition.

A great condition.

A requirement to evolve into a higher-ranked world.

Laeh stood, weightless in the air, his eyes glowing as he summoned a screen before him.

Noah’s new form appeared.

White irises wrapped in spinning runes.

Silver hair that defied time.

A presence too heavy and too unique for mortal to have.

Laeh was stunned.

"This... this is a new race?"

Even sensing it, he could barely believe it.

Too powerful. Too special.

"More unique than even the Celestials..." he whispered.

That was no small feat.

That was terrifying.

He smiled wide.

"Truly... you’re my lucky star."

Then he laughed.

"No. Fuck that."

"You’re more than that."

Because with Noah, he wouldn’t just survive.

He would evolve. He would ascend.

All he needed now... was a core from another world.

And—

"You’ll give it to me, right, Noah?" he said while grinning madly.

"After all..."

"You are now the leader of this world."

—End of Chapter 143—