Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 403: Mother of Dragons

Chapter 403 – Mother of Dragons

"Soon, Luelle. Very soon."

Sitting under the shade of the all-encompassing World Tree, Luelle began to echo these words she had just been addressed with over and over again, all while sipping her green tea.

There was no one around her that day, preferring to act like her other comrades progenitors and simply cut off any contact with her faction for a moment. Though for her, she knew it would not last, for she loved too much to meddle with them.

But at that moment she was more concerned, no... not concerned, for nothing could make her feel that way in this universe. She was merely intrigued.

Intrigued by the fact someone who knew her would dare to threaten her. Especially if that someone was not a progenitor.

But Luelle was no fool, and her instincts were sharp. She knew that whoever made the universe shake that day was responsible for the previous ones as well. And as a Progenitor, she knew there was rarely anything worth the quivering of the universe.

So...

’A worthy opponent? Maybe. Maybe not.’ She mused quietly, smile on her face, soft breeze fluttering her leaves-like hair.

’Yet I wonder... why would that being target me?’

And the most intriguing part was that she could not know, feeling in those words the complete submission of fate, Destiny, and causality.

’Oh?’ She stopped sipping mid-step, suddenly realizing something, ’that means those three children actually chose a Legacy Bearer? And they all chose the same being?’

Now, that was interesting.

Not that it never happened for one to have more than one legacy, but it was extremely scarce. Only beings like the King in the North have more than one legacy.

Meaning the one targeting her was similar in potential to them.

At this thought, Luelle suddenly began to grin, "Still, targeting a Progenitor... since when did anyone in this universe begin to dare entertain such thoughts?"

That was a worthy question, but one she didn’t care to have an answer to.

That being had made a mistake. Because by making her feel the origins in his possession, she had a reliable source to locate Him.

Origins had unique power and aura. And if you had already met them, it would be easier to locate them. It was not related to their power per se, but their state of existence. Something only Progenitors and unique Legacy Bearers could begin to sense.

Luelle was a Progenitor

Added to the fact she had already once met those three siblings...

Luelle put her tea down then raised her head to the sky,

"Let’s see..." she began, her emerald eyes beginning to glow an enchanting verdant hue, inside them billions of green leaves fluttering and rotating in circles with impossible speed.

Instantly, in the whole universe, a subtle but overbearing feeling began to be felt by those sensitive enough.

And this time, all of them knew the culprit. And all of them minded their own business, for meddling with the affairs of Luelle was asking for trouble.

"...where are you?"

She whispered, and her eyes shifted then settled down on one spot of the universe.

The same spot Noah went through his transformation and creation of Buntu.

She frowned, tilted her head. She found nothing there, yet she felt something amiss in that spot.

Her lips split into a wider grin,

"This is getting interesting." She muttered.

Maybe...

Maybe it was finally time for her to get out of her main world.

She was getting bored, and it had been ages since she played with some interesting beings.

Ah...

"Since those siblings’ shadow, in fact. Now I wonder, where are they? Did the eldest escape? Hahahah." She laughed, then,

"Let me—!"

A voice sounding like the rumbling of the sea echoed deep inside her head, making Luelle stop her sentence.

She tilted her head, ’Oho. How long has it been since the last time you spoke to me?’ Her voice was amused.

But the voice of the being was not.

’I see you have time to play around, Luelle,’ it grated, ’so be useful and stop minding the affairs of these ants.’

’Eons of slumber did not change you, I see, dear friend,’ Luelle replied softly, then, ’State your business, Esmeray. I was just about to catch one of those ants, you see.’

Esmeray, Mother of Dragons, growled and rumbled with dissatisfaction inside Luelle’s head and answered,

’They are here, Luelle.’ She said, making Luelle immediately focus.

’Oho,’ Luelle said dryly, ’are they really?’

’You will see it for yourself soon,’ Esmeray answered, her voice fading away, ’I just decided to warn you after you woke me with your perception. Don’t you dare again, Luelle.’

’Oho. And if I do dare?’

’I will kill you.’

Luelle smiled, her mind thinking of the information Esmeray had just told her.

’I wonder if you are that capable, dear friend.’

...

Meanwhile, at that same exact moment, in a world where dragons were flying throughout the sky, their immense size blotting away the sun, with many floating isles all over the wide expanse of the world...

...an unexpected meeting was unfolding in one of those isles colored in a crimson hue, more precisely in a room.

The room was painted in deep red, with a temperature way hotter than normal, one able to melt an SSS rank being with disturbing ease. There were torchlights hung on the walls, separated from each other by ten feet each.

Four beings sat inside that room, around a square table made of crimson dragon scales, their expressions and faces ones of absolute focus and solemnity.

They gave the appearance of draconians, with horns, scales, wings and sharp nails visible to all. Though they were each different.

There was a crimson draconian, a blue draconian, a green draconian and a brown draconian.

These were the four clan leaders of the Basic Element Dragons. The lowest in the hierarchy of the Dragons.

"It has been so long." The crimson dragon growled, his crimson slitted eyes settling on his companions, "It has been years since the last time we have heard of the Soul Dragon."

The blue dragon, a woman with a peaceful aura around her, spoke next, "A truthful remark." She said slowly, "But the Soul Dragon is a conceptual-type dragon. We, the basic elements, have no right to inquire about her."

The wind dragon, another woman with sharp green eyes, scoffed scornfully, "Calm your horses, Crimson. Even the Rare Elemental Dragons would not dare to meddle with the matters of the Concepts. No, even the Unique Affinities would not even look at them."

Her green draconic eyes stared deep into Crimson’s own, "What gave you the courage to do so?"

Brown Dragon, a man with a round body, watched the talk with a lazy demeanor.

"This is the opportunity for us to rise!" Crimson growled, his scaled hands grabbing the edge of the table viciously, "The Concepts are concerned by the recent events happening inside the universe. They have no mind to care about the Soul Dragon yet." He said, looking at each of them respectively,

"And those other elements would not dare, for they worship the Concepts like unreachable gods and always wait for their orders."

"A wise choice," Brown whispered lazily, "if you care to hear my opinion, of course."

Crimson ignored him.

"What do you suggest then?" Blue asked, playing with her hair with her finger.

"We find her, and we bring back the Soul Dragon bloodline." Crimson said, "Lady Elira is the sole Soul Dragon, our faction cannot afford to lose her bloodline. Those Concepts would never allow that."

"Easy. Easy. Easy." Brown said, "What if she is already dead?"

"Forget not, dear comrades, that the world Lady Elira dwelled in was destroyed by the Elves’ Progenitor’s favorite."

His words made them recall that knowledge.

Yet,

"It doesn’t matter." Crimson said, making Green scowl at him.

"If she is dead, then we only need to enter the Spirit World and take back her soul."

Brown laughed, "Are you that capable, Crimson? To enter there and come out!"

Crimson grinned coldly, "I have relations with a member of the Death Concept Dragons."

His words made the other three widen their eyes in surprise.

"And recently, I have killed a White Phoenix." He added with a wider grin.

Green, Blue and Brown finally realized that Crimson had been planning this for a while. For a White Phoenix’s power could revive the dead under certain conditions. So with it, as long as they were lucky enough to not meet one of the rulers of the Spirit World... they could come back.

Thinking about this, they began to see the possibility of this endeavor.

Added to that, if they did get back Lady Elira, then maybe...

...just maybe they would be given the opportunity to breed her and so increase their status and power.

As for the women, they licked their lips with their long jagged tongues, seeing the opportunity to have a Concept owe them a favor.

One they would use perfectly to elevate themselves.

Seeing their faces, Crimson smirked, "Are you with me?"

They looked at each other, then slowly,

"When do we start?"

—End of Chapter 403—