Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System
Chapter 177: Fuck You!

Chapter 177 -177: Fuck You!

Chapter 176 – Fuck You!

Aiden wasn’t holding back.

He couldn’t afford to—not when Elijah was standing in front of them. He—no, they—weren’t idiots. They knew damn well Elijah was stronger. Way stronger than the two of them combined.

But just knowing the truth didn’t mean they’d accept it. And it sure as hell didn’t mean they’d bow their heads and let it slide.

Because they wanted revenge.

Yes,

Revenge.

It was laughable, really—thinking they had the right to seek revenge on Elijah.

Because let’s be honest, Elijah was a bastard—but only when it came to women. If you stayed away from the ones he had his eyes on, you had nothing to fear. That was the kind of man he was. Predictable. Possessive. Dangerous.

So, between Elijah and them—Patricia and Aiden or even The Stonehearts as a whole ? They were the ones in the wrong. Not Elijah.

But do they care?

No.

Call them hypocrites if you want. They didn’t give a single fuck.

Because Elijah had touched her—their princess. The one they protected, the one they loved like no other. He had tortured her. Humiliated her. And he’d done it in front of the whole damn world.

So no, they weren’t going to let that go. And besides—did they really think Elijah would let them go?

Please.

Elijah was vengeful. If he lived, their family was already dead. It was only a matter of time.

That’s why—

“EXPLOSION!!”

He didn’t hesitate. He threw it all in. His power, his fire, even his arms if needed.

BOOOOOOOMMMMM!

The world ignited in crimson fire. The ground cracked, melted, became a lake of molten fury. The heat was so vicious, even B-rank fighters started dropping just from breathing.

Cough—Cough—

Aiden stumbled back, coughing blood, barely conscious. His right arm was gone—totally gone. Blood was gushing out like a river from his shoulder. But Aiden didn’t scream. He didn’t flinch. He only bit his lip until it tore, using pain to stay standing.

His red-fire eyes never left the smoke as the flames still danced, obscuring Elijah.

And then—

“Holy Territory.”

Patricia’s voice rang out like a hymn, and Aiden’s body lit up with golden light. His bleeding stopped. Flesh knit itself back together. Muscle reformed. And finally, bones and tendons twisted back into a new arm.

He flexed his fingers, freshly healed.

“Thanks, Patricia,” he muttered.

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She didn’t answer. Just gave a curt nod, eyes locked on the thick smoke slowly fading.

And then—they saw him.

Elijah.

Still standing.

He wasn’t seated anymore. But his golden armor? Still intact. Charred in a few places, sure—but within seconds, even those burns faded.

Like nothing had touched him at all.

“That was actually… not bad,” Elijah said casually, his voice calm as ever. Too calm.

But in truth? He was serious. Aiden had managed to tear through his barrier and even leave a mark on his SSS-rank armor. That was impressive.

But still—

“You think that’s enough?”

Elijah asked as he tilted his head slightly, and his eyes moved to Patricia.

“Or do you believe she’ll always be there to heal you?”

Then—just one step.

Only one.

But that single step erased the space between them. One moment, he was in the distance. The next, he stood in front of Patricia like he’d always been there.

Too fast.

He moved like light itself.

Patricia and Aiden’s eyes widened in shock and horror, and then—

“Laser of Light.”

Patricia reacted instinctively, stepping back—but not fast enough.

The beam pierced her chest, missing her heart by a hair.

“ARGHHHHHH!”

She screamed as pain devoured her senses. Blood sprayed out—but her holy fire surged in response, knitting her wound back together.

But Elijah didn’t stop.

“You really think I’ll let you heal?”

Another strike.

But this time—

CLANK!

BOOM!

Aiden jumped in, red fire barriers crashing against the beam.

He grabbed Patricia, flung her back, and created distance.

Huff… huff…

Both of them were breathing hard, sweat pouring from their brows. Two against one—but it didn’t feel like a fight.

It felt like a game. His game.

“You blocked that? Good,” Elijah smiled. “Now take all this.”

Dozens of light beams appeared around him, forming a ring of destruction.

“Go.”

They shot out like judgment from the heavens.

Aiden and Patricia readied their barriers, bracing for the impact—but before they could react—

A figure appeared in burst of flame.

He didn’t move. He appeared.

And just like that—the beams stopped.

The light fizzled and burned into nothing.

Their eyes widened.

“…Father?”

It was him. Oliver Stoneheart.

Elijah’s face darkened instantly.

“Oliver,” he spat. No warmth. No respect. Not even hate that felt familial. Just venom.

He didn’t even call him father—because he wasn’t a father…for him.

“Can you step down, Elijah?” Oliver asked, his voice neutral but an undercurrent of weariness existed in it.

“Spare your siblings.”

That was all he said.

And Elijah?

“Fuck you.”

A golden sword materialized above Oliver’s head, shimmering with god-tier power.

The battle wasn’t over. It had just shifted.

…

Elsewhere on the battlefield…

Katy stood facing her children—Domy and Ray.

“I don’t get it,” she said calmly. “If you don’t support the Champion of Light, why are you fighting against us?”

Domy shrugged. “Well… we follow someone else now. Someone who does want to fight you. Our leader, Noah Vaelgrim.”

Katy blinked. “Noah? The one who beat the Champion of Light during the entrance exam?”

She turned her head slightly—and far off, she spotted a silver-haired girl unleashing hell. Then another. And another.

“All those silver-haired girls… his women?” she mused. “Even you, my children of royal blood… you follow him?”

Now that was interesting.

“What made him special?” Katy asked with curiosity.

Domy and Ray shared a smirk.

“He’s a monster, Mother,” Ray said. “In normal circumstances, we’d tell you and Father to kneel and pledge loyalty.”

“But not today,” Domy added.

Their aura surged, golden and fierce. Their bodies shifted—limbs thickening, fur sprouting, fangs sharpening—until they stood as majestic golden lions. Behind them, their aura surged, roared and formed two golden lions.

Twin lions made of raw will.

“We want to fight you,” Ray said.

“We want to see how far we’ve come.” Domy added with beastly smirk.

Katy smiled coldly. Her golden eyes narrowed—snake-like slits forming.

“Don’t come crying when I break your bones, my dear children.”

She took a single step.

And the earth beneath her dissolved into a cloud of poisonous dust.

…

And somewhere else, in another side of this battlefield,

Yuki and Elizabeth stood side by side.

In front of them was their enemy or maybe only opponent.

Krone—the Beast King.

“Why are you even here?” Yuki asked, clearly annoyed. “I can handle this beast myself.”

Elizabeth smirked. “I felt like fighting. Got a problem?”

Their casual tone pissed Krone off immediately.

“Are you two mocking me?” he roared. “I am the Beast King! The Lion of—”

“Vaelgrim’s Formless Sword—Echoed Slash.”

“Vaelgrim’s Fate Manipulation—Fate of Silence.”

They didn’t even wait. Didn’t let him finish. They cut him off mid-monologue with two divine attacks that shattered the sky.

Because really…

They didn’t have time for nonsensical speeches.

—End of Chapter 176—