Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System
Chapter 242: Spankmaster

Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Spankmaster

Chapter 242 – Spankmaster

"Ah... I missed this feeling," Noah muttered as he closed his eyes, his expression blooming into pure, unfiltered ecstasy.

He had missed this. The rush of power. The thrill of growth. That orgasmic sensation of getting stronger by sharing the hard-earned efforts of others.

But this? This was still not enough.

Noah wouldn’t be satisfied, not truly, until he could share the rank of the women he bonded with.

Can you imagine it?

Him, strolling casually through the vast universe, through galaxies and profane realms, and accidentally crossing paths with a woman who could slap him to death with a flick of her finger?

Then, with that signature smile, that dangerous charm, he gets into her heart, bonds with her, and shares her rank..

...before dragging her into a bed and spanking her until her ass is bright red.

Just like spankmaster.

Can you imagine that?

Or walking into some demonic realm of unspeakable horror, finding a woman who is death incarnate, making her his maid and sharing her rank...

...and then thrusting deep inside her while all his maids watches?

Ah...

The more Noah thought about the possibilities, the more determined he became to evolve his system.

Waiting for Law Creator rank? Far too slow.

And patience was not exactly Noah’s strongest trait.

If he wanted something, he wanted it now.

No compromise.

"I need to find worthy materials," Noah muttered, already thinking, scheming.

He had even considered using Origins... but those were already promised to his women.

He had to pivot.

"Maybe... if I find an Origin none of them are attuned to, I could give it to the system..." he thought, almost tempted but then shook his head.

If he gave it, he wouldn’t be able to share it.

No deal.

"Guess I’ll just have to find something else. Something that stands at that level."

And once his little fantasy, daydream, and conclusion wrapped up,

Noah returned to action.

First task: fuse the new bloodlines into his Elysiari core.

But before that...

He closed his eyes, slipping into a razor-sharp state of focus.

Now that he knew the rank beyond EX-Unique, he wanted all of his talents to hit that level.

But one in particular mattered more than all the others,

Ultimate Fusion.

It was the talent. The one that made his bloodline possible. The one that birthed the Elysiari and the Vaelgrims.

It was the foundation. The cornerstone.

And Noah would give it the respect it deserved by evolving it.

He had done it once.

Doing it a second time should be much easier, especially for someone like him.

And so he began.

The process was smoother now, faster. His understanding was deeper, sharper, more instinctive.

And finally, at the end of it, a new panel shimmered into existence:

[Omni-Synthesis]

[You can fuse anything between heaven and earth—even Laws, Concepts, powers, living beings... anything.

Your only limitation is the material needed for the synthesis.]

[This talent is semi-sentient.]

Noah whistled.

He couldn’t help it.

"I live for this..." he murmured, a crooked smile playing on his lips.

Now it was time.

"Fuse the three new bloodlines into my Elysiari one. Elevate it to the max." Correct content is on NovelFire.

Immediately, he felt the shift within.

His bloodline expanded, deepened, evolved.

It wasn’t perfect.

Not yet.

But it had taken another step closer to perfection, closer to absoluteness.

And Noah just sat there, breathing in the feeling of evolution.

The rush. The expansion. The gain.

New abilities bloomed within him—skills born from the merged bloodlines.

Three new skills,

Eye of Absolute Judgment, Shadow’s Favorite and Void Embrace.

"Not bad. Not bad at all," Noah murmured.

Eye of Absolute Judgment: an active skill that allowed him to judge others, not by some external measure, but based purely on his own moral compass. Twisted or not, his judgment would always stand.

Shadow’s Favorite: a passive skill that gave him the status of an Original in the eyes of all shadows. He didn’t need to be one he just was one.

A cheat, plain and simple.

Void Embrace: another passive, wrapping Noah in an invisible layer of null void that could absorb attacks up to a certain level. Silent. Defensive. Deadly.

And these were his alone.

He could maybe create watered-down versions for his race, but never at this level.

"Ah... this power-up is taking long, isn’t it?" Noah smirked. "Let’s wrap it up cleanly."

"One affinity. Only one." NovelFire

"One that encompasses everything."

He inhaled slowly, then gave the command.

Low, steady, absolute—

"Do it, Omni-Synthesis."

The semi-sentient talent understood his will without needing explanation.

Instantly, he felt it.

His former Aeon Vein was being dismantled, deconstructed and reforged into something new. Something greater.

All of his affinities gathered.

All of them began to fuse.

The process was slow.

Painfully slow.

But the magnitude of power involved was...

Astronomical.

After all, this wasn’t simple fusion.

This was the act of creating a new affinity—a culmination of dozens of affinities, almost all of them already at Transformation rank and some of them half-Ascension rank.

Something so absurdly complex that even most beings in the universe couldn’t comprehend the steps involved.

Creating an affinity like this wasn’t something you do overnight.

And though Noah wasn’t known for his patience...

If it was for something this important?

He could be a monk.

He could out-wait gods.

So he waited.

And waited.

And after five long hours...

DING!

The system chimed.

Noah opened his eyes—white, runic eyes that seemed to hold the patience of eternity.

He sighed dramatically.

"I was so close, system... another minute and I would’ve become a legitimate monk," he said with a smirk.

But the system had no time for banter.

[Primordial Affinity – Semi-Primordial Rank]

[This is the affinity that holds all the affinities you had until now.

You can use all of them flawlessly.]

Noah read it, and a subtle grin spread across his face.

"Yes... exactly what I wanted."

And with that, he wasted no time.

He began creating safeguards.

Barriers.

Life-saving talents.

Artifacts.

Protections for his women. For his family. For the ones who mattered.

Because after what happened with Sari?

He would never make that mistake again.

And once that was done?

He smiled darkly.

’Let’s make this realm bleed.’

—End of Chapter 242—