Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System-Chapter 151: The Home of Elysiari

Chapter 151 – The Home of Elysiari

Noah’s lips twitched at the absurd turn in conversation.

He had gathered everyone to discuss something important—and yet here they were, arguing over who would sleep with him first.

And Dominique, of course, had to throw in a classic horny succubus proposition.

Deciding to save his sanity, Noah ignored the chaos and cleared his throat.

"Ahem—!"

Immediately, the girls quieted and turned their attention back to him.

"As I said, if there’s anything specific you want in the realm, tell me now. I’ll make sure it’s included."

’With my space affinity, time mastery, and the title of The Creator... I should be able to do some pretty crazy things.’ Noah thought, calm and confident.

One by one, the girls began voicing their requests.

"I want a space with red lightning constantly striking from the sky," Sophie began in her cool, regal tone. "It’ll be my training ground."

"I want a space that can withstand my destruction affinity," Anya chimed in, her small voice deceptively innocent. "Something I can completely obliterate—again and again. And it restores itself instantly."

Noah blinked. ’Adorable... and terrifying.’

The requests kept coming—some practical, some whimsical.

Elira, for instance, wanted a floating café on an isolated island in the middle of a tranquil ocean. Her personal getaway spot.

But the most unexpected request came from Dominique.

"I want a farm," she said simply. "Where I can grow my own food and relax."

Even Noah was surprised—but he nodded without hesitation. "You’ll have it."

After gathering all the information he needed, Noah smiled.

He had what he needed to begin the creation of their home.

They exited the white realm and returned to the real world. Night had fallen—and for the first time in what felt like forever, stars dotted the sky.

They found a quiet, secluded spot with nothing around for miles.

Noah sat down in a lotus position. The women formed a loose circle around him, giving him space.

He closed his eyes.

His mind replayed every detail: each girl’s desires, the structural requirements, and the flow of magic that would bind it all together.

’Space and Time. With these, I can make a true masterpiece.’

But unlike Elira—who created her realm using only space and manipulated time within it—Noah had something more.

Creation.

Still, a question lingered in his mind.

’What is creation?’

He never really pondered it. So many affinities, so much power—and hardly enough time to master them all.

To create something... you need material. You can’t make something from nothing.

Or at least... not yet.

Luckily, he had an excellent source right in front of him.

He opened his eyes and glanced at Elira.

"My dear dragon," he said, smiling slightly. "Do you happen to have any exotic materials lying around that you don’t use?"

His sudden question caught the others off guard.

But Elira just chuckled knowingly.

"I have more than enough in my treasury. Tell me what you need."

Noah’s smile widened. "Materials with affinities for lightning, ice, sword, shadow, darkness... anything rare and powerful."

Elira nodded—and with a casual flick of her hand, she summoned everything he’d listed. And then some.

Elizabeth and the others stared, stunned, as treasures they’d never even heard of shimmered into view. Elira, of course, looked smug.

Selene narrowed her eyes but said nothing.

Once everything was ready, Noah turned to the group once more.

"I’ll need one last thing from each of you: a drop of your blood."

Each of them gave it willingly.

It would serve as both a sacrifice and a link—to personalize their space within the realm and allow them to enter and exit freely, even granting them minor control.

When Noah added his own drop of blood last, the atmosphere changed.

His pure white blood glowed faintly, and all the girls felt a sudden pressure on their minds.

It lasted only a second—then vanished.

Noah began.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

In his right hand, he channeled his space affinity.

In his left, he summoned his creation affinity, absorbing all the rare materials and the blood into it. He even added the souls of beasts he’d killed in the last dungeon—intending to give them new life inside the realm.

Space twisted in his right hand, a pocket dimension forming.

It started as a simple space, the size of a room, then gradually expanded—larger and larger—until it matched Elira’s white realm.

But Noah didn’t stop there.

He continued expanding.

If he wanted to include all the features the girls had requested, he’d need more space.

After several minutes, it reached nearly half the size of Laeh itself.

In his left hand swirled a rainbow of energies—the creation essence.

In his right hand floated the space he had formed.

Noah slowly brought his hands together.

CLAP—!

His palms met.

’I want each environment to reflect their blood’s essence and the material associated with it. And from my blood... create a palace at the realm’s center. The rest... give it life.’

He gave his command.

Creation obeyed.

Then—he added time.

He activated at last his unique talent Ultimate Fusion.

The energies mixed—seamlessly, elegantly—and fused.

In his palm now hovered a single, glowing white sphere.

A realm—perfect and whole.

Elira trembled with emotion. "Incredible... My husband is truly a monster."

Noah exhaled.

Now, only one question remained:

"Where should I place this?"

A realm isn’t a world. It cannot exist independently—it needs an anchor.

If the anchor is destroyed, the realm collapses.

His options were clear: bind it to Laeh like most would... or link it to himself, as Elira had done.

If he became the anchor, the realm would live and die with him—tied to his soul.

He turned toward the women and explained the risk.

Their answer was immediate.

"Of course, you."

"I have more faith in you than in this entire world."

"What kind of question is that, my love?"

No hesitation.

No doubt.

They would always bet on Noah.

He smiled, touched by their unwavering trust.

"Thank you," he said softly.

Then, he pressed the white sphere against his chest.

CLICK—!

At that moment, everyone felt it.

A connection.

A bond, stretching between their souls and something new, something warm, something alive.

A home.

Their home.

The Home of Elysiari.

—End of Chapter 151—