Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 450 - Cries of relief. Cries of uncertainty.

The mere presence of Noah caused everyone—his wives, the Origins, and even Luelle and the Legacy Bearers—to gaze upon him with the awe mortals reserve for a god.

A primordial force radiated from his form, making them feel insignificantly small in his shadow.

Without realizing it, they licked their lips, only now noticing how parched they had become.

The Prince stood before them, his stature more imposing than ever. His golden-crimson hair drifted behind him, resembling a vast sea born from the collision of heaven and hell.

His complexion was luminous and flawless, while his mismatched eyes—one crimson, one gold—forced even Luelle to lower her head in instinctive fear.

Selene was the first to detect a profound internal shift. Previously, she had felt a constant magnetic pull toward Maryam, like iron drawn to a magnet.

Now, however, that connection had vanished.

She felt a sense of total liberation, as if her existence was no longer a mere fragment of Maryam, but a complete and unique entity unto itself.

Dazed, she glanced at the Soul Ruler, who remained motionless on the ground, not even daring to twitch for fear of drawing Maryam's gaze.

It was a futile effort, though.

While Providence roared inside Noah’s mind, shouting about how he could transform her into the Will of his territory to match the Records, Maryam turned her attention toward Selene and began to walk forward.

Though her footsteps were silent, they seemed to thrum with a loud echo within everyone’s consciousness.

A sense of dread began to brew among the onlookers.

Noah's wives shifted their positions, tightening their formation to shield Selene.

"Soul Ruler or not," Appolonia declared, her soul’s innate arrogance flashing in her eyes, "you will not lay a finger on Selene."

"Don't force us into a confrontation," Elira giggled, with Justicia standing firm beside her. "After all, you are Noah’s mother."

"Noah?" Maryam laughed softly, continuing her approach, completely unfazed by their warnings. "His name is Brandon. Did I not mention it? Noah was merely a temporary alias used to cloak his true essence."

"Who cares about that?" Red cackled, flanked by Anya. "That name might be a fabrication to you, dear mother-in-law, but to us..."

Ester finished the thought smoothly, "...there is nothing more real than Noah Vaelgrim, our husband."

Finally stopping, Maryam tilted her head as if struck by a sudden epiphany.

From the rear, Noah watched the interaction in silence.

Suddenly, a sensation caught his attention.

Looking down, he saw Lea, Neko, and Lucie clinging to his legs and chest.

Because they had sacrificed everything to follow him into the Spirit World, their ability to transform had been lost.

He could see the desperate longing in their eyes; they clearly wished to be with him in their animal forms.

With a gentle smile, Noah reached out and touched each of them.

"Was it a difficult journey, sweethearts?"

With that simple contact, they were transformed. Neko became a cat, Lea a charming dog, and Lucie a crow.

In a blur of movement, they scrambled to their favorite spots on his body.

As they watched the confrontation ahead, their voices whispered into Noah’s ears.

"It was very hard, Master-Husband," Lea barked, affectionately licking his left cheek.

"Nothing is too difficult if it's for you, Noah," Neko purred, rubbing her face against his right cheek.

"It was quite a unique new experience," Lucie cawed, lovingly nipping at Noah’s scalp.

The Prince’s mouth curved into a grin.

"You have done excellently. More than you realize. You might have lost your previous powers, but sometimes a loss is necessary to gain something far greater."

"Everything will be fine."

"We never doubted you," they spoke in harmony. "We never had a single doubt, Husband."

Even with his altered appearance, their faith remained unshaken.

And yet...

'Perhaps you should have,' Noah thought with a touch of irony.

He shook the thought away, turning his focus back to Maryam and his wives.

"Noah, is it?" she mused, before looking at Selene. "So, you are the one who raised Noah, while I raised Brandon. We have known the same man, yet through entirely different lenses."

She smiled warmly.

"And now, he has evolved again. He is more than what he was before. He is Brandon. He is Noah. He has become something entirely unprecedented. Do you grasp what that implies?"

The question was directed solely at Selene.

The other women began to ease their tension, noticing Noah’s calm observation and the peaceful vibe Maryam was projecting. It was obvious that the woman no longer intended to consume Selene.

Luminara was left wondering why the change of heart had occurred.

Regardless, the realization brought a wave of exhaustion over the wives as their adrenaline faded.

Their only desire now was to be held by Noah in a warm embrace—the kind that could wash away the dark emotions clouding their minds.

Wives like Red, Anya, Christelle, Alice, Emmy, and Virgo didn't hesitate; they moved toward him, needing that comfort.

The others remained by Selene’s side, watching as the color finally returned to her pale face.

"What does it mean?" Selene asked in a soft tone.

"It means it is like having a newborn all over again," Maryam explained. "One we hardly recognize. It’s a strange comparison, but it’s the most accurate one. And every child requires parents. Noah lacks a father, and he never will have one."

Maryam’s expression turned wicked.

"I personally ensured that the one who deceived me on Earth was erased from existence after eons of agony."

The wives shared her dark smile.

"He has no father," Maryam went on. "But do you know what he does have?"

"Two mothers," Selene replied instantly, a small smile appearing on her lips before she could stop it.

"Exactly," the Soul Ruler said, now standing only an inch away.

She reached out a hand to the kneeling Selene. "Our son is quite a handful. I think it will take two mothers to handle him."

Selene let out a giggle, taking Maryam’s hand to pull herself up. "Finally, I've met someone who understands how hard it is to raise a man like Noah."

She stood tall, meeting Maryam's eyes. Though the First Soul was the taller of the two, they stood as equals in that moment—neither ruler nor subject.

They weren't creator and creation.

They were simply two mothers who shared an impossible, unprecedented love for their son.

However, one detail still needed addressing.

"I prefer the title Mother," Maryam stated.

"As do I," Selene countered.

They went silent, staring at each other, then...

"We need to distinguish ourselves," they said at the same time, immediately launching into a debate to decide exactly how Noah should address each of them.

Meanwhile, the rest of the wives were swarming Noah, clinging to him so fiercely he felt as though he might be squeezed out of existence.

He smiled, feeling the massive wave of relief coming from them.

Yet, his smile carried a hint of sorrow, knowing the immense pain and trauma they had endured for his sake.

The clashes with the Origins and Legacy Bearers had left them all broken and humbled.

They had come face-to-face with their own weakness, realizing they weren't yet truly worthy of being called Conquerors.

They might be feared now, but not for their raw power—only because they were perceived as madwomen who would throw everything away for a single win.

There was courage in that, but the wives knew that courage only existed because of Noah. They would never have taken those risks if he hadn't led the way.

In the end, were they truly brave?

They didn't feel brave.

They were simply terrified of a world where Noah no longer existed.

That was why they followed him. That was all.

Now that the crisis had passed, insecurity began to set in.

Were they truly good enough? Could they actually stand by Noah's side? If another disaster struck, would their sacrifices even matter?

These doubts plagued their minds, making them shiver like mortals caught in a freezing winter.

They bit their lips, struggling not to break down in front of their enemies.

It was a losing battle.

It became impossible to hold back when Noah pulled them into a protective embrace, staying silent for a moment before speaking softly.

"You have brought honor to yourselves. You have honored our bloodline. You have honored me."

"So, weep if you need to. Release the poison that is hurting your souls. And let me tell you this, my ladies..."

His voice sank to a low whisper.

"I am truly proud to be your husband."

They squeezed him even harder, and muffled sobs finally broke through—cries of pure relief mixed with lingering doubt.

Noah’s voice became so quiet they had to hold their breath to catch his words.

"And I truly hope you are proud of me, as well."