Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System-Chapter 132: Abominations and Brother-in-Laws

Chapter 132: Abominations and Brother-in-Laws

Noah had created his own talent.

A fifteen-year-old boy had created his own talent.

Just saying it out loud felt absurd.

No one in the universe would believe it.

And yet... it happened.

"System, what’s the grade of my talent?"

[EX – Unique Rank.]

Noah smiled, pride swelling in his chest.

His first self-created talent was already EX Unique Rank. That wasn’t something many beings—if any—could brag about.

He stood up, stretching his limbs.

"So now I can copy talents—better versions of them—without needing to rely on gender-based restrictions or emotional ties."

That was his real goal.

There were guys out there with incredible talents, and forming emotional bonds just to access them was... bothersome. He already had enough at this moment.

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"That’s enough for now. Let’s handle the situation with my women—get them together and at least make sure they are able to tolerate each other."

He needed to build a strong foundation. A strong family. He doesn’t want a family with problems everyday.

And If he kept adding new members without managing the relationships, it’d spiral into chaos.

And that’s not his goal.

Noah sighed softly.

"Let’s go back to Zara."

He teleported immediately.

...

Noah arrived to find Zara and Belzebuth locked in an intense staring contest.

Neither blinked. Neither flinched.

Noah shook his head, chuckling softly.

"I’m back."

His voice startled them both—and they blinked at the same time.

They turned sharply, glaring at him. Noah just smirked.

"I’ve been waiting for you," Belzebuth said.

Noah tilted his head. "What do you want?"

Zara stood up, walking toward him.

"He kept going on and on about you being an abomination and blah blah blah. He just wouldn’t shut up."

"Rambling? Bullshit. You just didn’t understand," Belzebuth grumbled, then turned to Noah, expression serious.

"You can choose not to believe me, but in my current state, I’ve got no reason to lie."

Noah nodded, giving him the floor.

"I don’t know how to explain it properly, but in this universe, there exist two beings known as abominations."

At those words, Noah immediately recalled his conversation with Echidna. Combined with Belzebuth constantly calling him that...

He began to understand.

"And the birth of such beings is marked by a chime heard in every corner of the universe—delivered by the Akashic Records."

"And not long ago... one resounded. Was that you?"

Noah stayed silent.

’So it was heard across the entire universe...?’

He had assumed it was confined to this world.

Zara turned to him, surprised.

She had heard that chime, too... so it was because of Noah?

And universe?

Her brain struggled to catch up. After everything she’d learned today, it was a miracle her head hadn’t exploded.

"Indeed, it was me," Noah answered honestly.

He had no reason to lie—and Belzebuth clearly knew something. That might prove useful. Especially since Echidna, in her goddess status, was limited in action.

Tsk. Useless goddess.

At his confession, Belzebuth smiled.

"I knew it."

Despite his injured body, he immediately dropped to one knee.

The moment he dropped to one knee, centuries of pride dissolved like ash. His soul screamed in silence—but he bowed anyway

Noah and Zara both raised their eyebrows at this sight.

"Please take me under you," Belzebuth said with difficulty.

"As a slave or whatever—you’ve already bound my soul, so you know I can’t betray you. Just take me in."

Noah looked at him calmly.

In that moment, he realized he was more important to the cosmic order than he’d thought.

"Stand up first," Noah said. Belzebuth obeyed.

Noah might not like him, but at the end of the day, he was still Zara’s father. And if things between them had a chance of mending, Noah didn’t want to treat him with unnecessary cruelty.

But to take him under him?

That wasn’t a decision Noah would make alone.

He turned to Zara.

She looked back, then smiled warmly.

’He’s so cute’, she thought.

Since the beginning, Noah had always been considerate of her, especially when it came to her father. She could see how much he valued her opinion—and that warmed her heart.

But in this case?

She had no intention of interfering.

Her father had made his decision.

So—

"Do as you please, sweetheart. He made his choices already. And I stopped caring when he stopped being a father. Well, he was never a father to begin with."

She said it coldly.

Belzebuth flinched slightly. But remained silent.

Noah sighed but accepted it.

"Fine. You’ll be under me."

He placed a hand on Belzebuth’s head and activated the title: The Slave Master—a title that allowed him to enslave individuals with unbreakable restrictions.

A few seconds later, it was done.

Belzebuth could immediately feel the deeper restriction. Stronger than the previous soul bind. It was overwhelming.

He sighed inwardly.

He hated being bound—but if this was what it took...

’Then so be it. I’ll be a slave.’

To him, pride didn’t matter anymore.

Only strength did.

"Well, now that’s settled..." Noah turned toward Isac and Albert, still frozen in place.

"Let’s talk about my purpose here. And about those two."

Belzebuth nodded.

"My purpose was to gain control of your domain. That part’s done. No need to talk about it further."

"But soon, I’ll need your help—for a grand battle."

"I need you and your territory to be ready."

Noah’s voice turned firm.

"So from now on, stop eating all day and manage your territory."

"And if you do well, I’ll reward you."

Belzebuth smiled at that last part.

That was what he had been waiting to hear.

"I’ll do my absolute best."

Noah nodded.

"As for those two... I don’t know what you did, but make them regain their sense. Only their sense."

He smirked.

"I need them to stay exactly like that, in this appearance, for something."

SNAP—!

With a snap of Belzebuth’s fingers, Isac and Albert returned to awareness.

"W-Where am I?"

"W-Where?"

They looked around in confusion—until their eyes landed on Noah.

Immediately, clarity returned to their expressions.

They both jumped back, trying to put distance between them and him.

"Noah Weaverheart?!"

They shouted in unison, hearts pounding.

"Hi, brothers-in-law," Noah smiled.

"Seems this is our first official meeting, huh?"

They didn’t answer. His sarcasm bounced off their panic.

"What are you doing here? In the Demon Continent?" one of them asked.

"Just sightseeing," Noah replied casually. "But I can’t say the same about you. You look... different than I remember, don’t you think?"

Only then did they realize their transformation.

Dread settled over them like a suffocating blanket.

They turned to look at Belzebuth, who now stood silently behind Noah like a servant.

Their eyes widened in horror.

Noah smiled wider.

"Indeed. What a beautiful first meeting."

—End of Chapter 132—