[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-harem-stealer-reborn-with-the-god-tier-sharing-s":3,"chapter-harem-stealer-reborn-with-the-god-tier-sharing-s-harem-stealer-reborn-with-the-god-tier-sharing-s-chapter-47":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},767132,1014,"Chapter 47 47: Elira Varnis","harem-stealer-reborn-with-the-god-tier-sharing-s-chapter-47",47,"\u003Cp>Before a massive white door, Noah, Elijah, and Sophie stood in still, uneasy silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was tense—not from anything spoken, but from what awaited beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were about to meet The Dean of Apex Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah's eyes shifted to Elijah. Narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy who had sulked in silence yesterday was now standing taller—eyes focused, posture sharp, even slightly smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too calm. Too confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What happened?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah frowned internally. No one shifts that fast without a reason. He must've received something. A blessing? A power-up?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fucking protagonists. Walking plots twists. Always unpredictable. I need to move faster. Leona must be brought under control before he gets another lucky break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah said nothing aloud, but his silence was loaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elijah caught the look and smirked quietly to himself. Just wait, Noah. You're not ready for what's coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before tension could break into words, a familiar voice sliced through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, you're on time. That's perfect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon's voice echoed behind them. Smooth, relaxed… but there was weight behind it. The kind of presence that crushed without trying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Dean has decided to meet each of you alone. You should be honored. She rarely bothers with students individually.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, scanning their reactions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It means you're seen as worthy in her eyes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah's heart ticked faster. He stepped forward as Damon turned to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As first-ranked, you're up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah gave a respectful nod and approached the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he stepped through—it was like entering another world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. It was another world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dean's office wasn't a room. It was a realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls, the air, the ground… it wasn't simply colorless. It felt purified. Cleansed of distraction. Void of imperfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the middle of the expanse, a lone table and a chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there, seated with eerie calmness, was the Dean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her skin was pale. Her hair, white as snow. Even her eyes—completely white—lacked pupils or irises. A woman carved from moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell is with all this white? Noah wondered before forcing himself to focus. This was not the time for stupid jokes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward and bowed with a firm voice. One that betrayed none of the nerves twisting inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I greet the Dean.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At ease,\" she replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was like nothing he'd heard before. It echoed as if spoken by many—layered and vast—yet instead of unsettling, it felt… peaceful. Soothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Noah didn't relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew who he was facing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For fifty chapters of the original novel, the Dean had remained a mystery. All that was known? She possessed mastery over space—on a level bordering divinity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This realm? Likely created by her. Alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gestured subtly, and the table between them shimmered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This meeting is your reward,\" she said. \"For your ranking. For your talents.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You may request something. If it's within my reach, I'll give it. If not, I'll offer something equivalent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere shifted. Pressure. Invisible yet immense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do not overstep. I despise greed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah stood still, calculating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an opportunity. A rare one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he needed to make it count.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I need a backing. A strong one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mother's influence doesn't stretch here. In Apex, I'm alone. And if I plan to pull strings, manipulate power, and go to war with protagonists… I can't afford to remain alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What better choice than the Dean herself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled. Calm. Harmless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want your support.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No games. No twisting words. Just truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no point trying to manipulate someone like her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dean tilted her head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did I not just warn you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words carried no emotion—but the realm itself reacted. Reality pressed down on him. Like his very existence was being overwritten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This… this isn't pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is suppression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His memories, his confidence, even his name felt like they were crumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath shortened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not injury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True, soul-erasing death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell is this…?! he thought, instinctively unleashing his Aura of Limitlessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure eased—just barely—but it was enough to remain conscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood straighter, refusing to bend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First Damon. Now the Dean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was getting very tired of being tested by overwhelming forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn't back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dean observed him silently, her eyes unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh… is that your fourth aura?\" she finally asked, voice curious. \"Fascinating. And this one… this one is special.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leaned forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're fifteen, correct?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's test you properly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you can endure my aura for one full hour without losing consciousness—I will give you my support.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah had no time to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure multiplied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped to his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floor cracked beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His consciousness bent under the weight of something ancient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the room, the Dean—Elira Varnis—watched him. Still smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within her mind, voices echoed. Not one. Many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Are you sure about this?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'This is too harsh. He's only a child.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Disciple, you risk too much.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Granddaughter, you can't take sides—not now. You know the rules.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Elira's expression didn't change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'If he survives, I'll take him as my disciple.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voices fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'You can't mean that…'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'You understand what that means.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'He has the talent,' Elira replied. 'Four auras by fifteen. One of them beyond what we've seen. Even our most gifted won't compare.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'If he can endure this… he has the will to match the talent. And that's what matters.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'What about the Chosen One?' one voice whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elira's gaze didn't flicker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Let him be. He is the goddess's champion. His time will come. But this boy… this one is mine.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voices went quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncertain. But unwilling to challenge her further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elira leaned back, flicking her finger once. Time shimmered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hour in this realm would be ten minutes outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rested her chin on her hand, eyes on Noah as he shook under the pressure, every second a battle to remain conscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't look cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked… invested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come on, Noah…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don't break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prove it to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prove me you have what it takes to be my protégé.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—End of Chapter 47—\u003C\u002Fp>",1028,"2026-06-03T02:37:05.310Z",1,"novelbin.me","b80eed334a711ab3904ac4daffdf892ced947ddef847e4d98357973f6a4c406c","harem-stealer-reborn-with-the-god-tier-sharing-s-chapter-48","harem-stealer-reborn-with-the-god-tier-sharing-s-chapter-46",518,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fharem-stealer-reborn-with-the-god-tier-sharing-s-cover.jpg"]