Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 414

Chapter 414: Chapter 414: Elysiari
Chapter 414 – Elysiari

Lucie stepped foot inside the dungeon. Instantly, she felt the difference between dimensions.

The space she found herself in was hazy and white, impossible for anyone to see clearly beyond a certain radius. She felt on her smooth skin the sensation of being stabbed and severed by multiple sharp swords.

Not only that, she sensed her neck being held captive, as if with one wrong step she would find herself headless.

The scent drenching the realm was strange, being a mixture of steel and…blood.

Lucie’s heart began to beat erratically inside her chest, her face tightening into one of focus. She looked beneath her and noticed that the ground was made of rusty-looking swords, worn out by the merciless time.

Yet Lucie’s immortal feet were cut as easily as a knife through butter with a simple brushing against them.

The pain jolted her, body alerted, making her already focused mind enter a state of absolute concentration.

She flapped her wings and took over the sky, then began to wander through the dungeon in search of the Origin of Sword.

The wind attempted to slash her whole body, but Lucie was prepared. Her raven wings hardened like steel itself, before going past that and becoming as hard as diamond.

Next, she wrapped her whole body with her wings, looking like a black feathered egg, then continued her way.

With her senses and current power, it did not take her long to spot the position of Sword. Though, the Origin was not actually trying to hide itself.

Soon, Lucie stopped in her tracks. Before her lay a sword. The sword was, in all accounts, just a two-handed slab greatsword.

The sword was colossal — at least 10ft — and immaculate black. The black was so perfect one could see their own reflection on the smooth blade. Added to that, there were silver inscriptions coloring the whole sword — from the handle to the blade itself.

It was mesmerizing, yet Lucie felt nothing but an intense sensation of standing at the edge of being severed into cubic flesh. Yet she didn’t falter, and unveiled herself from the shroud of her wings.

She stood tall and steady in the air, her appearance radiating a unique aura Sword had never felt.

It was deep and encompassing, as if holding inside the beginnings of multiple fearsome bloodlines.

The appearance of an Elysiari was unique. Though horns and wings were common to most, their own were different and special, reflecting their nature.

In this form, their power increased by leaps and bounds, and their innate hunger for conquest and battle would be unleashed fully and without restraint.

Lucie’s eyes — that looked like garbled crow feathers of death — rested upon Sword.

Her horns and wings began to glow with a strange language. A language Noah created during their three months of training, for he wanted his lineage to be more complete.

The language was one of numbers and colors. He took the numbers 0–9 from Earth, the colors from imagined and objective realities, added to that the unique numbers of other races to create its own.

Looking at it from an outside point of view, the language — Noah called it Vael — was a mess with no meaning.

Yet Noah gave each of them meaning. Next, he taught that to his wives, then Solaris taught it to the priests of the Absolute Church so that it would spread.

Facing this strange language, the priests only said it came from God, and the people learned it and treated it as a holy grail from the mercy of their Deity.

At that moment, it was still in its infant stage, but with the new language Noah made each number and color able to hold the condensed refined power of his wives.

Because of that, when Lucie let them loose, her aura surged like tidal waves — deep and terrifying. Then she spoke, her voice like the screech of thousands of crows crying out together:

“Sword,” she began, and weirdly the ring nestled on her left hand began to glow brightly, “I am Lucie Crow Vaelgrim, Elysiari of Crow, wife of the Progenitor Noah Vaelgrim and inhabitant of Laeh.”

WSHHH—!

The air tightened, becoming heavier. The name of Noah, too, was extremely heavy on the tongue.

And now that he no longer wished to hide… now that he was ready to scream to the whole universe that he, too, was a Progenitor…

…things were no longer the same.

This was not a simple gathering of Origins. This event was a declaration and a statement made to the whole universe.

The Vaelgrim had entered the stage.

And they were starving for glory.

The silent and observing Sword felt the pressure deep around his domain. And he felt even more a sense of foreboding slithering toward him.

“What do you wish, Lucie Crow of Laeh?” Sword spoke, a male voice that sounded like two swords clashing.

Lucie allowed a faint smile to crack her lips, “I am here to invite you to our faction. My sister, Yuki Vaelgrim, is the Elysiari of Sword, and she will treat you well.”

Sword paused, his body vibrating continuously, then, “Yuki?” he echoed, his voice sounding like one recalling a distant memory, “I remember a talented child I guided toward formless sword who was named Yuki.”

Lucie grinned, “It’s her.” She nodded, “It’s the one who wishes to wield you.”

“Wielding me is no simple matter, Lucie Crow of Laeh,” Sword whispered. “I am an Origin, and accepting a master means binding myself to the talent and potential of a being.”

“Yuki was talented. But not talented enough to wield an Origin. Not nearly enough. So I am afraid that—!”

“Hold your horses, Sword.” Lucie interrupted him mercilessly, her power erupting in cascading waves all around.

Far in the distance, one could hear the cries of crows echoing. With that came a stench of death and rot.

Sword’s blade began to glow with a threatening light.

“Do not disagree so soon. For doing that would make me fight you.” Lucie threatened.

“You think you can win against me, Lucie Crow of Laeh?” Sword’s voice was almost amused.

“I will. I will win even if I have to sacrifice everything of me, Sword. And you will learn to fear Crows before you are captured.” She took one step ahead, a storm of crows appearing behind her,

“So hear me well, Sword. There will be no one worthy of you except my sister. And that, Sword, is not me imposing my subjective feelings on you. It’s a fact.”

“So think again, and choose your words carefully. For there will be no turning back, and if you are captured by force, you will weep tears of blood for the rest of your immortal life.”

Lucie smiled widely, and one could see the crimson eyes of thousands of crows hiding inside her throat,

“For we, The Vaelgrim, do not forgive nor pity our enemies.”

The realm of Sword became dead silent. Sword’s body glowed intensely before receding. In its place stood a man, black hair with silver streaks mixed.

His eyes were sword-shaped, looking like his original form.

He wore nothing but tattered clothes that fluttered sporadically about him, with a long cape made of clacking rusty swords.

He stared deep into Lucie’s eyes, holding a sour-faced expression.

He could sense with his power that this girl was not lying. And besides, he took into account the fact she was the wife of a Progenitor and how she knew about his dwelling.

Few people knew of it. And all of them were Origins like him, so…

“Are there any other Origins already inside your faction?”

“Origins? Of course we have.” Lucie chuckled, “They are my children.”

Sword paused, then incredulously,

“Pardon me?”

Lucie cackled, then began first to brag about her ring like her sisters told her, then told Sword to accept her offer for him to know more.

Though, she told him that Shadow was in their faction, and that seemed enough to convince Sword.

He sighed wistfully, then accepted, avoiding for himself the fate of crows feasting on his body.

…

Yet, if Lucie’s side was relatively easy due to the innate nature of Sword and his closeness to Shadow, the same was not happening to the other groups.

One being the duo of Apollonia and Yuki who, with the hidden help of Echidna, found themselves on one of the floors of Hell face to face with two demons.

Asaemon came with them, but the man disappeared and told them he would stall time to keep the Progenitor of Demons and the lower-floor Lords from disturbing them.

A daunting task, but one the Abomination was ready to shoulder.

The place Apollonia and Yuki found themselves in was entirely colored in pink, the ground smeared with white substance and colorless one. Around them was a crowd of naked succubi and incubi looking at them with lecherous eyes. Their private parts were visible for all to see.

“Disgusting.” Apollonia spat, her Elysiari’s form now fully revealed. With her being one with her present and her past, her transformation and even her concept had been altered.

Now she was walking the path of Light, and her appearance reflected her nature perfectly. Her eyes were inverted pyramids, with two horns emerging from each side of her head then swirling upward upon themselves. They were deep golden, made of condensed light.

Her wings were wide and angelic, each flap causing the light around to dim and be absorbed inside them. She, too, had Vael’s language on her horns and wings.

Yuki stood at her side, watching the pair of incubus and succubus holding the Origins of Charm and Lust.

These were the toys of Courtisan Lust, they had discovered. Ones she pampered relentlessly.

Yuki’s horns were shaped like swords, her wings composed of orange-colored swords.

“Oh?” the succubus slurred, her thigh dripping with cum, “Where—!”

“Shut it down, whore. Don’t open your slutty mouth to address us.” Apollonia coldly interrupted, her eyes shining with molten light. “I am Apollonia Elizabeth Vaelgrim, Elysiari of Light, wife of Noah Vaelgrim, and inhabitant of Laeh.”

Behind her, the face of a blindfolded woman made of light appeared. The woman had wings encompassing the whole room, and looked like she was praying.

“And you have something I desire,” Apollonia continued, her voice too hot then too cold the next. “I shall take them.”

Yuki grinned and pointed her sword toward them. “And I am her lovely sister.”

She didn’t speak more than that.

She only moved her hand.

A flash of orange.

And the two demons found their hands on the ground, blood gouging out in cascade.

Silence.

Then a screech followed by a fury of attacks that put the whole floor at risk of being destroyed.

—End of Chapter 414—