Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 453 Do not condemn me

The Hall of Fog was enveloped in a tomb-like silence.

"What did this bitch just say?" Dominique blurted out in disbelief, her eyes fixed on Tiamat as if she were the most shameless woman to ever breathe.

"I believe we all heard the same thing," Lilith answered, her gaze turning even more frigid than usual. "But let us clarify. Did this whorish dragon just declare her desire to bear children for our husband?"

"That is how it sounded," Virgo added with a flat tone.

Fury erupted among the wives. They all turned their stares toward Tiamat with a cold, nearly homicidal intensity.

Not a single one of them had yet conceived a child with Noah. Furthermore, it was evident that such a milestone was not on the immediate horizon.

The nightmare they had recently survived—where they were forced to sacrifice their very selves for a solitary win—was reason enough to suppress any thoughts of offspring for the time being.

It wasn't that they lacked the desire. On the contrary, they yearned for it more than anyone... to become mothers and carry the legacy of the man they loved.

However, they were currently too weak. With enemies scattered throughout the universe following their last display, bringing a child into the world would be equivalent to signaling their vulnerability to the entire cosmos.

More lives to protect simply meant more targets for their foes to strike.

They had been humbled enough to realize they weren't invincible. Not yet.

There was a season for everything, and the season for children had not yet arrived.

Nevertheless, Tiamat appeared to hold the opposite view. Even under the weight of their murderous glares, the Dragon of Speech, the Mother of Ouroboros, remained completely unfazed.

Her focus was entirely on Noah. Only him.

Standing beside Noah, Maryam and Selene ground their teeth, struggling to mask the rage bubbling inside them at such a bold request.

If anyone was going to be impregnated, it should naturally be them.

"Why are you so shocked?" Tiamat questioned, tilting her head in genuine curiosity. "It is only natural for dragons to seek out the most powerful male to mate with for the sake of their young."

"Oh?" Noah remarked.

Behind him, Elira gave a sharp nod of confirmation.

"It is the truth," she admitted, looking toward Tiamat. "We do not wed for the sake of love. Even if we do, it is common to mate with another to produce more powerful offspring."

"That is the way of the dragon faction. Bloodlines are the ultimate currency. Your position within the system is dictated by them. Furthermore, producing a stronger child with a rare bloodline provides advantages to the parents, particularly the mother."

She paused for a second before continuing in a level voice,

"If a mother mates with a superior male possessing purer blood, she absorbs traits and benefits from that bloodline during the pregnancy."

A look of sudden understanding dawned in the eyes of Noah and his wives.

Tiamat studied Elira intently. "I thought you looked familiar," she noted, lifting an eyebrow. "The Lone Soul Dragon. Or rather, a dragon no longer. How tragic. You might have reached the pinnacle of our faction, standing among the Concept Dragons or higher, had you navigated your path wisely."

Elira responded with a frigid smirk and a nonchalant shrug. "I have no regrets, Dragon Princess."

Tiamat watched her for a beat, then slowly redirected her attention toward Noah.

"I am certain you don't."

Then, her voice sharpened. "You understand my motives now," she told Noah. "I intend to bind myself to you. You shall gain something from me, and I require something in return. I want two children. There is no requirement for affection or emotional ties between us."

Her slitted purple eyes grew even colder.

"I provide what you desire. You provide what I desire."

"And what if I say no?" Noah challenged.

"Then that is that," Tiamat murmured. "I do not fear True Death or any punishment you might inflict. I have detached myself from such feelings."

The Prince gazed at her, and he could sense that she was being entirely sincere.

He glanced at Maryam, then Selene, and then all of his wives. Meanwhile, Luelle was silently pleading that Noah would reject the offer.

The King, the Queen of Hearts, Change, and Laka observed Tiamat with a quiet sense of respect. They found themselves wishing they had even a fraction of her iron will.

She existed in a peculiar state—unattached to anything, yet fully cognizant of everything around her.

Even Noah felt a spark of curiosity. It wasn't the proposal itself that interested him, but the enigma of who Tiamat actually was.

It was a look of interest that his wives picked up on immediately.

"Just go for it," Emmy said, tossing a glance at Tiamat. "I mean, I despise this dragon for slaughtering me so many times, but... I kind of like her style."

Aphasia nodded in agreement. "True. She is a bitch. But a fascinating one."

Hearing his wives' input, Noah let out a smile. Maryam and Selene gave him a nod as well, though their annoyance toward Tiamat was still very much present.

He laughed silently to himself.

Turning back to the Mother of Ouroboros, Noah spoke with an air of finality.

"The timing will be decided by me."

It wasn't a suggestion. It was a command.

Tiamat stayed quiet for a moment. Then, she nodded and stepped toward the group.

"I accept. Provided you honor your word. Time is irrelevant to me. I am the Mother of Ouroboros."

Ouroboros gave a hiss.

With that, the matter was settled.

Noah then shifted his gaze toward Luelle and those who had turned down his offer.

He wore a hollow smile.

"Well, shall we get started?"

A collective shudder ran through them; some tried to retract their choice on the spot, but their voices failed them.

However, before he could begin, Noah was stopped by the sound of a soft voice.

"M-Me?" Luminara whispered timidly. "W-What is to become of me, Noah?"

The Prince paused and looked at Luminara. Every eye followed his.

He tilted his head, his gaze shifting between Neko and Selene. He gave an internal sigh, anticipating the looming headache.

"I know how you all feel about our dear Luminara here, but we should remember," Noah said with a faint smile, "she was merely carrying out her duty. Let us not punish someone for following orders."

"What?" Maryam asked with feigned shock. "Are you punishing me, then?"

Noah rolled his eyes. "In this instance, let's not condemn any of them. It is a complicated situation, and it is only because of both of them that we are all gathered here together now."

The wives' eyes widened as they realized the logic in his statement.

Noah nodded in a friendly manner. "Consider that. I won't impose my will on you. I have shared my perspective. The choice of what to do is yours."

"And while you deliberate..."

He turned back toward Luelle. "I have someone I need to attend to. Take your time, ladies."

He flashed a wicked grin.

"Because I certainly intend to take mine."

Luelle trembled with pure dread.

Noah moved forward, while behind him, his wives watched Neko and Selene, who were both staring down Luminara.

Luminara swallowed hard, a mix of hope and terror twisting in her soul.

"Don't punish the one who follows orders..." she repeated softly, looking at Neko and Selene. "I am still the person you once knew. And the one who gave you life, Neko."

...

At that same moment, in a distant region of the Spirit World, within the realm of another Soul Ruler, a very strange event was taking place.

Four figures stood before a throne that was draped in shifting shadows, as dark as the abyss and as terrifying as the void itself.

Or rather, they were four souls.

They stared at the undulating darkness that served as the floor, kneeling in place. A primal terror caused their forms to shake like mortals facing a Great Beast.

A quick look revealed they all possessed dragon-like traits.

'Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!' the Fire Dragon swore internally. 'How can this be happening?!'

The plan was simple: enter the Spirit World, locate Elira, the Soul Dragon, and use the White Phoenix's heart to return quickly to the living world.

But the plan had failed completely.

The second they crossed into this nightmare realm, they had been brought before a Ruler.

The Water, Wind, and Earth Dragons began silently cursing the Fire Dragon for leading them to their certain death.

"Tell me," the Ruler spoke, and their very thoughts came to a grinding halt, "why would the dragon faction venture into the Spirit World so boldly?"

The voice was terrifying. With every word, they felt their souls being pulled toward a bottomless pit. The color vanished from their faces.

Faced with the question, none of them dared to even contemplate a lie. "S-Soul Dragon!" the Wind Dragon shrieked. "We came only to find the Soul Dragon and leave! Nothing else, we promise, O Great Ruler!" The others joined in, begging for their lives.

"Soul Dragon?" the Ruler repeated, its neutral voice holding a hint of an unusual emotion.

"Elira," it said, as the shadows around them began to fold in on themselves, creating ripples across the Hall like disturbed water,

"is here?"