Harem Stealer Vol. 2
Copyright© 2026 by TheSmartOne
Chapter 39: Rising Fury
Cough, cough—
Elizabeth coughed harshly as she looked up at Noah. Her gaze shaky filled with surprise and pain.
She had been forcefully ejected from his mind, and the backlash had hit her like a hammer.
Noah stood over her, eyes indifferent.
He had played long enough. It was time to be serious.
“I wonder, Saintess,” he said calmly, “what happens when your power doesn’t work on someone?”
At that moment, frost bloomed around him. So cold. So lethal. The temperature around them dropped drastically.
Elizabeth shivered, instinctively stepping back.
But Noah wasn’t done.
In a single step, he ignored distance—appearing instantly before her.
Elizabeth yelped in surprise, but Noah’s hand moved faster.
His palm pressed to her forehead—
His voice was extremely cold.
“Ice of Blood.”
He activated the new skill gained after his A-rank breakthrough.
Elizabeth’s eyes widened in shock and horror.
Her gaze—normally an absolute nightmare for anyone else—meant nothing against Noah’s Limitless Aura. Useless.
Without her gaze, she is just another ordinary woman, she cannot fight. Not resist either.
Noah’s ice power was a nightmare.
Her blood began to freeze.
Her circulation slowed. Her strength drained rapidly.
Her body grew numb. Weak.
She collapsed to the ground, eyes losing focus, consciousness slipping away.
She was on the brink of death.
But—just as she was about to fall fully into the void—
Noah stopped.
“Ahhh ... ahh ... ahhh...”
Elizabeth gasped desperately for breath. Her lungs fought to pull in air as she trembled on the ground.
The audience stared in confusion.
They had no idea what Noah had done.
No one did.
No one ... except Damon, the professors, and the Dean.
And right now—they were watching with fascination. With excitement.
“Wow, wow, wow ... who is this monster?”
A huge, bald man with a deep, booming voice said. His face full of excitement.
“Freezing someone’s blood directly inside their body? That kind of ice control—what kind of talent does he have?!”
Another teacher, a woman with deep blue hair and matching eyes, nodded. Her eyes glinted fiercely while watching this fight.
“Right? That’s no small feat. And the Saintess isn’t normal either. To enter someone’s mind like that ... incredible.”
The rest of the staff remained quiet, but all were in agreement.
These two were worth watching. But more than that, they are worth teaching.
“They’re worth nurturing with care,” one finally said.
“Right, Dean?”
All eyes turned toward the head of the table—a stunning woman in her thirties with flawless white hair and white piercing eyes.
Her figure was perfect, every movement graceful, her beauty otherworldly. But looked at her, the only thing you could think of is white.
You can’t explain it, it’s just the vibe she gave off.
She stared at the projection for a long moment, then nodded slowly.
“Yes. Indeed.”
Her voice was smooth—filled with quiet, unshakable authority. But, it’s as if multiple people were speaking at the same time.
Eerie. But strangely hypnotic and pleasing to the ears.
No one spoke after that. Their attention returned to the arena.
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