Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 462 Broken Luelle

Time and time again, the cycle repeated.

With an unsettlingly tranquil poise, Noah attended to Luelle. His expression remained a blank slate, betraying no hint of whether he derived pleasure from the task or not.

Standing behind him, his wives observed the scene with serene, unperturbed eyes, faint smiles touching their lips. They had been acquainted with this side of Noah for a long duration.

They understood perfectly that despite the warmth and affection Noah showered upon them, he was devoid of mercy toward anyone who truly harmed his family.

Justicia was well aware of this; she still held the memory of him slaying Elijah before her eyes and reducing her to a slave.

Christelle knew it too, remembering the moment she was utilized to shatter the mind of her own flesh and blood. Strangely, the recollection of that event stirred a sense of arousal within her.

Lea was equally knowledgeable, for Noah had dismantled her spirit in the most gruesome fashion imaginable, forcing her to execute her own husband in his presence. Yet now, she stood there, ready to sacrifice herself for that very man.

Her smile stretched wider, fueled by a macabre fixation.

It wasn't just them; many of the other wives recognized this facet of their husband's soul.

Even Maryam remained unmoved, having witnessed and experienced horrors far worse. Nevertheless, it was a peculiar sensation to watch her own son conduct such a public execution of torture without a single flinch appearing on his face.

However, those were merely the gentle reflections of his wives. To the Origins and Legacy Bearers looking on, the Prince appeared more monstrous than the demons inhabiting the lowest reaches of Hell.

Every one of them, Tiamat included, silently congratulated themselves for never choosing to oppose him.

Meanwhile, those who had already made that mistake lay whimpering upon the earth, broken and wishing only for the release of True Death.

As the moments ticked by, Noah eventually came to a halt.

Thud.

Luelle’s form hit the ground with a heavy resonance. Her face was a mask of salt and fluid, her eyes rolled back to reveal only the whites in a display of absolute torment.

In a low whisper, she continuously sobbed pleas toward Noah, begging for a mercy that would never reach her ravaged soul.

"Are you finished?" Selene inquired, walking toward Noah with her magnificent crimson-gold hair flowing behind her like a regal mantle. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel as though I could continue," Noah replied with a hollow tone, "but I'm not that heartless, am I? I recognize the point where I should stop."

Selene let out a soft laugh and embraced him from behind, ignoring the fact that the ground was soaked in the filth of a Progenitor.

"I suspect you only stopped because boredom was setting in."

Noah’s mouth curved into a smirk as he stroked the arms of his mother wrapped around his chest, giving a slight shrug. "Hearing the same cries repeatedly loses its charm. I anticipated more resilience from a Progenitor."

"When faced with true agony," Maryam interjected, casting a brief, envious look at Selene before hugging Noah from the front, "even the most powerful entities will cry like commoners. I can promise you that. I have watched all manner of immortal spirits plead more pathetically than any mortal ever did."

"Is that so? I wonder," Noah mused, tilting his head slightly, "would I react the same way?"

"Have you never known true suffering?" Maryam questioned.

"Not the variety we are discussing. I have endured my share of challenges and defeats. But this..."

He gestured toward the twitching remains of Luelle on the dirt.

"Never in my three lives."

"Three?" Both Maryam and Selene jerked their heads toward him, their brows knitting together in bewilderment.

Noah opened his mouth to speak but then hesitated, feeling a familiar weight lean against his head.

Lea.

That was only the start; soon, all his wives, weary of seeing the two mothers occupy all of their husband's attention, crowded in. "Why don't you act like a mother for once and give us some space?" Dominique remarked with a click of her tongue, nudging Selene aside with a confident stride.

Selene allowed herself to be moved, a small giggle escaping her.

"I realize how much you have missed him," Shadeva murmured softly next to Maryam, "but can I have a turn now? I believe you have embraced your son quite enough. Any more, and I might start to suspect something else."

"Hahahah!" Red roared with laughter, throwing her right arm over Maryam’s shoulders. "But perhaps that is exactly what's happening, isn't it, mother-in-law? Do you desire to be more—!"

"Show some respect!" Sophie barked, shoving Red so hard she stumbled into Apollonia, who shot her a dark look. Red gave a sheepish grin. "My apologies, Mother Maryam, for such behavior," Sophie said, adopting her most virtuous tone. "I am Sophie Castria Vaelgrim, the First Wife—!"

"And I am his first lover!" Emmie chirped, interrupting Sophie and earning a murderous glare from the woman.

Emmie ignored the tension. "Oh! Mother Maryam, I visited your resting place in Morocco so many times! It is wonderful to see you now! Truly wonderful! How have you been? I have looked forward to this meeting for so long!"

She laughed with the grace of a perfect wife, hugging Maryam as if they were lifelong companions.

In a sudden blur of activity, the area became a chaotic mix of chatter and joy, punctuated by insults, playful jabs, and light smacks to the head.

The wives swarmed Noah, engaging with him and each other in a lively display.

Noah observed how much more liberated they seemed following the evolution of their bloodline.

They had perished previously, their spirits hollowed out, leaving a void so vast they had doubted it could ever be mended.

But with the influx of the Ataraxia bloodline, it was as if they had undergone a rebirth. They had ascended to a superior level of existence.

In that moment, a sharp realization struck Noah’s mind, a profound understanding that only comes with the weight of experience, flooding his soul like a tidal wave.

'Every being must be born twice,' he reflected, his eyes gleaming.

They had to endure the death of their old selves to emerge from the wreckage, like a phoenix rising from the pyre, transformed into something greater.

His wives had died. Now, they were different beings, even though their essence remained the same.

He smiled, watching them bicker like youngsters.

'At the very least, this part of them will never change,' he thought with affection.

Observing them, Noah spotted the tattoos on each of them. Just like his own, their marks were burned into their backs. Every design was distinct, representing their awakened Aspect and their unique Gift.

Indeed, his wives had finally unlocked their true potential. All that remained was their Cultivation through Power Progression and their rise to the rank of Paragons.

To achieve that, Noah required his mother Maryam’s Dominion. Furthermore, he needed to establish Providence as the governing Will of his Domain.

But before any of that could happen...

Noah shifted his gaze toward the King, the Queen of Hearts, Tiamat, and the rest who were waiting for his attention.

"I suppose we can begin the ritual now, my friends?" he suggested, causing the women to pause their ceaseless talking.

Maryam was laughing through tears at Apollonia and Yuki, while also watching Dominique shamelessly try to lead the timid Virgo astray. "Oh," Tiamat remarked with feigned shock, "I assumed you had forgotten we were here."

"I would never be so bold as to forget the woman who wants to carry my children."

"For the sake of producing a powerful lineage," Tiamat corrected him. "Nothing more and nothing less."

Noah laughed, shrugged his shoulders, and walked toward them to commence the binding.

As he raised his foot to step over Luelle’s prone form, he felt a hand snatch his leg.

The Prince looked down, giving Luelle a brief glance.

The Progenitor recoiled in terror immediately, yet she forced herself to speak.

"K-Kill me," Luelle implored. "Kill me. Just end it. You have had your revenge. Finish me now."

Noah stared into her eyes for a long moment, then shook his head with a grin.

"No."

He gave his answer and walked on, leaving a devastated Luelle behind as he reached Tiamat and the others.

Clapping his hands together, he offered them a smile so radiant and kind that it sent a cold shiver down their spines.

"Who wishes to go first?"

Behind him, his wives hid their laughter, feeling a deep sense of relief that they were Noah’s companions rather than his targets.

Because truly...

Pity those who stood against him as foes.

For they would suffer a fate so cruel that even the stones would shed tears for them.