Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System-Chapter 125: Fight Against The Devourer

Chapter 125 – Fight Against The Devourer

Belzebuth’s eyes narrowed in confusion before widening, surprised.

"You... You’re still alive?" he asked, genuine disbelief lacing his voice.

And indeed, he had every reason to be surprised. He had left this girl to die. He hadn’t killed her himself—but he certainly hadn’t expected her to survive.

His expression hardened.

"You’re that whore’s daughter."

Zara’s face remained calm. His words didn’t pierce her the way she once feared they might.

"I am," she said. "But aren’t I your daughter too? Or do you not consider me that?"

She asked not to provoke—but simply to know. Just to understand how the man who helped create her truly saw her.

Did he see as a tool like her mother ?

Or just...nothing?

Noah stood silently. This wasn’t his moment. Not yet. He took a step back—watching, ready.

Belzebuth tilted his head.

SCOFF—!

He laughed, loud and bitter.

"My daughter? You’re not worth the title."

"Or did that ridiculous thought enter your mind just because I let you live that day?"

"What a fool. The only reason I didn’t kill you with my own hands is because of the blood we share. Not because I saw you as daughter. Just because I was feeling quite nice for the blood inside you. Nothing more."

He shook his head, sneering.

"And you were supposed to die. A powerless, unawakened girl like couldn’t survive that day."

His eyes scanned her now. Top to bottom.

"But it seems you survived."

Disgust twisted his features.

"And you look so much like that damn woman. It’s sickening."

Zara didn’t reply right away. Her hands curled slightly into fists at her sides.

She had expected this—some version of it, anyway.

After all, Belzebuth was a demon known for his selfishness. His gluttony. His obsession with power.

To him, the world was a banquet—and if not for his limitations, he would have devoured it all.

He was that self centered.

Still... she had to ask.

"Why did my mother want her child to have your talent?"

It wasn’t a question for Belzebuth, really.

It was for herself.

Because the way her mother had treated her—when she thought Zara lacked that talent—made it clear how deeply important it had been to her.

Belzebuth laughed.

"Oh, that?"

He tapped a finger against his chin, pretending to ponder.

But even while he spoke, his guard never lowered. Not for a second.

He could feel Noah’s presence.

Cold. Glacial.

The kind of chill that didn’t just freeze—it erased

So while he looked calm, his mind was running at full speed. His power ready to erupt.

He glanced briefly at Noah who was still silent, unreadable.

Then back at Zara.

"I don’t mind telling you," he said, lips curling.

"Even I was surprised when I learned the truth. That woman... she was bold."

A pause.

"You thought she wanted you to have it?"

He snorted.

"Don’t be stupid. She wanted that talent for herself. She wanted to devour, just like me. She was just as greedy."

He laughed sickeningly.

Zara’s brow furrowed.

That didn’t make sense.

"But... the talent would have gone to me, not to her. How could she...?"

Belzebuth looked at her like she was hopeless.

"Ignorance," he sighed, "is truly the greatest sin."

He shook his head slowly.

"Your mother wasn’t just a mere human. And emotional control wasn’t her only talent."

Zara’s eyes widened.

"What...?"

"And—"

He stopped suddenly.

Grinned wide. Dark. Wicked.

"I think I’ve entertained you enough."

He stood.

The throne groaned under his massive weight. The ground beneath trembled.

Not just from his body—but his aura, his presence.

He loomed, towering, casting a long shadow over them both.

"Did you really think you could barge into my domain and expect me to hand over secrets?"

FSHHHH—!

Steam burst from his body.

Fog enveloped him—then vanished after a second.

And the being that emerged stunned both Noah and Zara.

Noah appeared instantly at Zara’s side, tense and focused.

They both stared.

A tall, lean man now stood in place of the grotesque glutton.

His body was packed with corded muscle—dangerous, efficient.

Long black hair spilled down his back, and his jet-black eyes mirrored Zara’s: bottomless, consuming voids.

Noah nearly didn’t recognize him.

But it was him. The same aura. The same weight.

Only now... it was refined. Sharper. Hungrier.

More devouring.

Belzebuth’s expression was expressionless.

"Ready?" he asked.

His voice warped the very air.

He didn’t wait.

He moved—vanishing, reappearing before them.

A darkened fist already in motion.

"Shit—!" Noah reacted instantly, pushing Zara away and taking the blow himself.

CRACK—!

"FUCK—!"

BOOOOOM—!

Noah was launched backward, crashing violently into the far wall.

"Noah!" Zara cried out, about to run to him—

But—

"Where do you think you’re going, dear daughter of mine?"

A brutal kick slammed into her gut.

CRACK—!

"Gah—!"

She flew back, crashing across the stone floor.

Belzebuth stood tall, his body gleaming with dark energy.

"Is that it?" he asked with a mocking sneer.

A beat.

Rumble—!

Then Noah’s voice echoed across the chamber.

"Is that it...?"

The temperature instantly plummeted.

Step. Step—

Noah walked forward.

Each footstep dropped the temperature further. The frost spread. The air itself turned sluggish and brittle.

"You think it’s over?"

His hands twisted with a sickening crack as they healed before their eyes.

He raised his head—his silver-blue eyes glowing with silent fury.

"Bitch... we’re just getting started."

He clenched his fists.

Above him, weapons of pure ice materialized—swords, spears, daggers, javelins, warhammers.

Each one brimming with the essence of ice.

The air cracked, freezing slowly.

Belzebuth looked up, grinned. "Not bad, brat."

He was about to act—until—

A voice rang out from the direction Zara had fallen.

Cold. Beautiful. Detached.

Yet brimming with a singular emotion, as if able to evoke emotions without feeling them, it was compelling—

And,

"Pain."

The air stilled.

Then quivered —as if even the atmosphere recoiled in agony.

Belzebuth staggered.

"ARGH—!"

His hands gripped his skull as pain lanced through him—a depthless suffering that defied understanding. His mind reeled. But soon he regained his sense.

But seconds have passed.

And in those precious few seconds—

Noah didn’t just watch.

He smiled. "Not bad, hun."

"Let’s try something else then."

He raised a hand.

The ice weapons collapsed into one—a single, colossal sword, hanging above Belzebuth like judgment itself.

The air screamed as it froze and cracked. The room started to turn into a frozen room.

Noah raised his finger toward the sky.

"You know... I think this is our first meeting."

He smirked.

"Enjoy this gift, Father-in-law."

His finger dropped—

And so did the sword.

—End of Chapter 125—