Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 463 - Dominion under Rule

The subsequent proceedings unfolded rapidly. Establishing a bond with the Origins and Legacy Bearers proved to be a far more muted affair compared to the spectacle of his connection with Maryam.

Furthermore, while Noah had inherited "everything" from his mother due to her profound maternal love, he was restricted to claiming only a single attribute from each of these new subordinates.

Noah found the choice difficult; every individual was exceptional, boasting a variety of skills and traits he would have gladly added to his collection.

In truth, he didn't even need them for combat. It was purely a matter of vanity.

However, his greed was curtailed by their lack of loyalty. Their current devotion to him was practically nonexistent, and even that assessment was Noah being charitable.

Deciding not to linger on the process, Noah eventually extracted the talent known as Singularity from the King in the North.

From the Queen of Hearts, he claimed one of her Innate Skills: The Progenitor’s Call.

He already had a sinister scheme in mind for that particular power.

When he reached Tiamat, the Prince paused for a much longer duration. The Mother of Ouroboros was an anomaly. She possessed such a unique essence that he questioned his own sanity for sending Emmie and Aphasia to deal with such a monster.

Her strength eclipsed all of his wives combined.

A strained smile crossed his face as he realized he might owe the two of them a sincere apology.

Shaking off his distractions, Noah reached out and seized a Blessing from Tiamat.

This was an entirely new phenomenon for Noah. This blessing was distinct; based on its nomenclature, it clearly did not originate from the Records.

LOGOS Blessing: Touch of Time.

He pondered its significance for a fleeting moment before dismissing the thought. That could wait for another time.

For the moment, Noah simply logged the information, planning to consult Gaia about it later.

He continued the cycle, performing the same ritual with every other being who had submitted to the binding.

The Prince was not the sole beneficiary of this arrangement, however.

While he gained the right to take from them, those who bound themselves to him were permitted to encroach upon his very existence.

That was the true prize of the exchange.

The implication was terrifyingly simple. By binding themselves, a portion of their being now resided in Noah's palms.

To compensate for this loss, they received a [Spark]—a physical manifestation of their connection and their perception of Noah. This [Spark] appeared as a unique tattoo over the heart of the bound individual, varying in color and design for each person.

It served as the new Sigil of the Ataraxia bloodline, depicted as hundreds of hands merging into a single, massive hand that grasped at the void.

Its hue was a striking crimson-gold.

Functionally, the [Spark] acted as a key to unlock one's latent potential.

Linking their souls to Noah provided a massive surge to their talents, the magnitude of which was dictated by their loyalty. The deeper their devotion to Noah, the more powerful the enhancement became.

With this, they could surpass universe-level talent, reaching heights of power that were currently beyond their comprehension.

Yet, the cost of such ascension was absolute subservience.

It was a price not everyone was prepared to pay.

The benefits did not end there.

The [Spark] also held the core essence of Evolution. Under specific circumstances, it could trigger a transformation of a skill, a talent, or the individual themselves into a higher state of being.

As the gravity of what they had received from Noah sank in, the light in their eyes shifted.

They looked at him with a volatile mix of pure reverence and raw terror.

If a being possessed the power to evolve their very nature, then his status was leagues above their own.

They were finally catching a glimpse of Noah’s true essence. It was a mere fragment of the truth, yet even that caused many to tremble as they tried to process it.

One could only imagine their reaction if they discovered he was the direct progeny of Will Eternal—the Son of Reality itself.

There is knowledge not meant for the masses, just as there are truths not meant for every ear. Likewise, certain paths are not destined for every traveler.

Maryam also possessed a [Spark], as would all of Noah's wives once their bonds were finalized.

Concluding the ritual—and ignoring those who had declined his offer, leaving them to bite their nails in sudden regret—Noah turned his attention to his next objective.

He smiled at his mother, the expression appearing naturally. "I have a favor to ask you, Mother Maryam."

"And what might that be?" she asked, tilting her head curiously.

The others leaned in to listen.

Noah gestured broadly, indicating the entirety of the Hall of Fog. "I wish to bind myself to every soul within your Dominion, and to the Dominion itself."

"It is necessary for my growth. And for your eventual birth as well."

Maryam dismissed the weight of the request with a casual flick of her wrist. "You are my son, and therefore the rightful heir to all I possess," she stated with a tone of clear satisfaction. "You may take it all."

The wives beamed at her words.

Selene attempted a smile, though it faltered when Maryam shot her a knowing look from the corner of her eye.

The Soul Ruler was clearly gloating.

Selene’s eyelid gave a frustrated twitch. She pressed her lips together, annoyed, and looked away to avoid Maryam’s triumphant expression.

Noah noticed the silent exchange but chose not to intervene, simply thanking Maryam with a gentle kiss on her forehead.

The process began.

The Hall of Fog served as the heart of the Dominion and the residence of Maryam, the Soul Ruler. It was positioned at the base of a structure resembling a colossal tree.

The Hall was located at the roots.

There, Noah fused his essence with the core of the Dominion, gaining total sovereignty over it.

Ascending through the tree-like structure, one would encounter various spheres of fog at the tips of the branches.

Each sphere contained a specific number and classification of imprisoned souls.

The higher the branch, the more souls the spheres contained, though their individual threat level decreased as one moved upward.

According to Maryam, the very crown of this Tree-Dominion housed a sprawling network of cities under her thumb.

The souls there lived in relative freedom, allowed to work and even remarry.

It was a fully functioning world of its own.

However, that was not Noah's focus. The Prince set about convincing every soul to accept his bond. While his methods of persuasion are a topic for another time, those who remained stubborn after his "gentle" approach were relegated to a growing pile of the defiant.

This group was thick with the scent of fear, none of them knowing what grim fate lay in store.

Eventually, they reached the summit where the most docile souls lived. Noah encountered no resistance here, receiving unanimous consent.

In that moment, with the extensive aid of Maryam, the Soul Ruler, Noah fulfilled a primary requirement for his next rank: Duke of Cloud. Providence rang out in his mind. However, her chime was interrupted by the sudden manifestation of a new soul within one of the foggy orbs.

The new arrival began to shriek the second it materialized.

"AIDEN! AIDEN! AIDEN! BROTHER!"

The name caused Noah and his wives to freeze. They turned sharply toward the sound, spotting a woman drenched in tears of agony and terror.

She was a face the Vaelgrim recognized instantly. "This is..." Noah muttered, a sudden, suffocating sense of foreboding washing over him.

<The LOGOS has acknowledged your readiness.>

<You have received your Ascension Quest.>

"...Patricia Stoneheart?"