Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 466 No time

"Come to terms with the departed, my child."

Those words tasted sour in Maryam's mouth. Yet that remained the harsh reality whenever Death entered the picture.

Death carried a sour reputation.

And had there existed another option, she would have selected different phrases to soothe her mourning boy.

Yet no such option existed.

His companions, his sibling, and his followers were perishing across the cosmos.

Should their souls be fortunate enough to journey to the Spirit World, they would exhaust every means to recover them, regardless of the cost.

Still, how does one recover what has been utterly annihilated, with zero remnants?

No essence, no body or skeleton... zilch.

"It will be al-!"

"There has to be a method!" Noah cut off his mother mid-sentence, his tone firm. "There's invariably a method."

His gaze allowed no creeping uncertainty. Observing him, Maryam noticed Noah grasping at any anchor, seemingly terrified of shedding the last shreds of his composure.

Thus, she held her tongue.

She realized further words would prove futile. Noah's mental state was off, despite his best efforts to conceal it.

Maryam hadn't anticipated him being okay.

No individual could remain so, following the loss of a vital person in one lifetime—particularly when one's own deeds partly triggered their demise.

The remorse eating at his core had to be excruciating. And as his parent, she could merely observe.

She let out a soft sigh, then just embraced him, allowing quietness to envelop them.

Noah perceived his mother's emotions. He understood that, in her view, this amounted to mere folly.

Moreover, wouldn't she react similarly if he revealed his identity as the Son of Reality?

His outlook differed.

Not due to superior strength, intelligence, or some peculiar rebirth.

Rather, because he had witnessed an essence beyond their wildest grasp.

Noah had beheld creation's raw mechanism. He had observed the architect of all that surrounded them engage in a contest with her—and triumph—prior to vanishing, claiming the Eternal Origin bloodline.

Thus, in that moment, despite grief and fury looming to obscure his thoughts, the Prince stayed composed enough to look inward, to his sole beacon of possibility.

'Is there a method?' Noah inquired, attempting to connect with Gaia.

He anticipated an immediate response, yet it arrived tardily, and the tone sounded odd.

Tense. Or more precisely, diminished.

'Method for what, Raj?"

Noah picked up on a hint of annoyance in her inflection. Evidently, he had disturbed her during an inopportune moment.

Internally remorseful, Noah replied hastily. "To restore those whose essences were obliterated, with nothing remaining. Is there a method?"

"There is," Gaia replied, and Noah's gaze brightened.

'But it's beyond your grasp!' Her firm tone erased the grin from his features. 'And no, I won't perform it for you, Raj. Not on this occasion. You've already stirred sufficient chaos for me to handle!

Noah sensed the connection between them fluctuate, as though it might break anytime.

A spark of alarm rushed through him, causing his frame to stiffen abruptly. Maryam shifted, then regarded him with a confused scowl.

Noah ignored her.

"Reveal the method then!' He nearly voiced it outwardly. 'If you won't assist, so be it. But inform me of the process!'

'Keep clear of major undertakings, Raj. This isn't the moment for your reckless antics!' Gaia's tone brimmed with vexation, tinged with fury.

'Are you listening? They're gone. Embrace it and proceed. That's the nature of existence. None evade death. Mortals perish, immortals perish, blast it Raj, even reality can perish! It's inherent in the cycle!"

'So-!'

'Just reveal it!' Noah snarled. 'The method alone. I must know! And perhaps to you, it's trivial since you're accustomed to demise, and they aren't entities you value.

He halted, inhaling steadily, striving to curb the surging irritation

within.

'Yet to me, they're allies, my spouse's offspring, and one who regarded me as kin. They're individuals who trusted

in me!'

'I must attempt it,' Noah's tone softened, akin to a gentle gust. 'I must at least attempt!

He was compelled to. Lest he could no longer face Red, or Asaemon, squarely.

The remorse would prove overwhelming. Even for him.

Gaia grew quiet.

However, that quietude didn't signify her ire had subsided. Noah still

sensed her rage and vexation surging forth in relentless surges.

The Prince momentarily pondered the reason for her fierce response. What

had transpired?

And then she responded,

'Existence!' The Will Eternal grumbled. 'Master the essence of Existence in its ancient state, and you shall prevail!

'To grasp the challenge, Raj, you must attain at least

my stature!

She hesitated.

'You require might matching a complete Perfected Reality!

Then the connection severed.

Noah drew in a sharp breath, Gaia's declaration echoing in his

thoughts. He shut his eyes, sensing Maryam draw near.

"Are you alright?" Her tone brimmed with concern.

Eyes remaining shut, Noah forced a tense, feeble grin. "Yes,"

he uttered, reopening them, "I'm okay."

Without awaiting her response, he acted swiftly, proceeding to Maryam's seat of power, housing the Dominion's heart. 'No moment to squander,' Noah mused while striding, his stare intensifying

per stride. 'No moment, Noah. No moment. The cosmos won't pause its assault on your allies merely for reflection... or hesitation.'

He ascended the steps in pairs and promptly arrived at the ashen seat.

Upon reaching it, the seat split apart, exposing the Dominion's

heart. It resembled a Tree crafted wholly from mist.

He gazed at it intently.

"Are you prepared?" Noah questioned, his voice hoarse.

Providence replied, her inflection bearing a subtle hint of sorrow

upon detecting Noah's condition.

Noticing it, Noah offered a slight smile. "No need for concern. I'm okay."

Then he proceeded resolutely.

"Let us commence. Let us transform you into The Will of my domain."

In the meantime, liberated from the Soul Ruler's hold, Shadow of

One Was Lost, the quartet of dragons positioned themselves beyond the Dominion proper.

Surrounding them, naught but misty white vapors floated

serenely.

Water, Wind, and Earth fixed their stares on Fire, who clutched an item resembling a compass.

The compass's pointer jerked erratically, as though frantically hunting the proper route before stabilizing.

"When does this end?" Wind inquired, irritation and unease infiltrating

her words, her gaze flicking about as if bracing for a strike.

"Be quiet and hold on!" Fire snapped, her grasp on the compass quivering faintly.

Wind's expression contorted in revulsion. Her mouth twisted, poised to

unleash a torrent of curses, yet the abrupt, decisive stop of the

pointer forced her jaws to clamp.

They all concentrated on the bearing indicated by Elira's soul fragment

leading them.

They pursued the pointer's aim, remembering the approximate layout of

the Spirit World etched in their memories.

Their gazes sparkled.

They recognized their destination precisely.

"The False Ruler," Water declared, a cunning smile creeping over her features.

"Queen of Fraud."

"We're fortunate."

-End of Chapter 466-