Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 467 - Progression

His objective centered on transforming Providence into the Will overseeing his territory. She would serve as a kind of entity, or perhaps a being, that quietly steered the evolutionary path of every individual.

Beyond that, the scheme involved turning her into a form of Records as well.

This might have seemed like a tough endeavor, yet with Noah's current mastery, it proved far from challenging.

He already commanded a territory completely under his dominion, where both the inhabitants and the land itself remained tied to him.

What followed was straightforward: he extracted the essence of his constrained domain, collected every fragment of bound existence, positioned Providence at the center, and connected it all via her.

Completing this integration required some time, during which his wives had returned to the Hall of Fog.

Red joined them too, her eyes matching the fiery hue of her name. They had forever been that striking red. Yet now, that redness held a hint of sorrow, of mourning and emptiness.

None of her typical beaming, joyful expression lingered.

Red appeared restrained, a sight that left them all uneasy.

Noah stood with his back to them, but that barrier failed to block his clear view of their faces and emotions, sharp as daylight's blaze.

Already, thoughts swirled in his mind about how to break the news of soul erasure to Red. That impending talk filled him with deep apprehension.

'Not now!' He scolded himself inwardly, shook off the distraction, and refocused on wrapping up the procedure.

It turned out more demanding than anticipated. Despite the difficulty, he pushed through.

As the sovereign, Noah had to voluntarily surrender a portion of his authority and strength to Providence, allowing her to operate as envisioned.

He never wavered, providing all that was required without delay.

As he applied the final adjustments, the Prince detected a fragment of Providence's essence and identity gradually merging into the heart of his territory.

From there, she spread outward—like mist permeating every corner—enveloping the whole Dominion from edge to edge, height to depth.

In the next moment,

DING!

A clear tone resonated solely within Noah's mind, though the Dominion itself trembled in response.

<System bound with the Territory.>

<What shall be its name?>

'Elysiari.' Noah replied without hesitation.

The title paid tribute to their former lives and to those enduring terror in the distant universe.

<Elysiari's name confirmed.>

Next,

<Noah, do you wish for all beings to have access to the system?>

'How would that work?'

<I have their existence within me, and you gave me the authority to record their entire existence and evolution.>

<I can take that information and present it as a status screen, helping them gain a visual understanding of their power and progression.>

Noah arched a curious brow upon hearing this.

<Added to that,> Providence went on, her tone brimming with enthusiasm, <as I am

able to predict and understand the best evolution process for any of them, I can also give them Quests when their state of existence matches the requirements.>

'Does that mean-?'

<Yes.> Providence confirmed Noah's assumption. <The power progression of your faction is complete, with me overseeing them.>

<And...>

Suddenly, Noah felt something manifesting in his thoughts.

It resembled a vast library stretching endlessly upward through countless levels, an ocean of volumes housed on grand, ornate shelves.

The library gleamed in shades of crimson and gold, decorated with images of Noah, his wives, and patterns blending life and death. Every tome varied in form, hue, and energy. Their titles were simply names—names of living souls.

With one glance, he scanned and recognized all his wives' names.

It came effortlessly. Their volumes—or precisely, their Records—sat proudly on the topmost tier.

Nothing towered over them. This prompted Noah to cock his head faintly. 'My record?'

<I need your permission to record your own life. If not, I am unable.>

'You can,' Noah stated. 'And you can also present the system to all, but on one condition. They must earn it!'

He spun around to meet his wives' gazes, each one fixed on him intently, expectant.

"The requirements are yours to decide,' the Prince continued. 'And for the Library of Records inside my head, I will need a separate realm for it!'

'And while I am at it... I might as well name my wives!'

He halted briefly, then called upon his First Authority of Name.

"I name each of my wives, in addition to Maryam, with the distinction

and status of Paragon. Above all except me."

The atmosphere swirled like rippling waves, and Selene, Elira, and the rest sensed a profound change surge through their beings.

Through that single declaration, their essences shifted, rising to a higher plane.

The Will of Noah declared it so.

Once Providence accepted his command, interfaces shimmered into view before the wives' eyes.

They jerked back in abrupt shock, gazing with puzzled creases at the hovering text.

<You have been granted the Evolution Road, Selene Weaverheart

Vaelgrim.>

<Here is your information.>

<Name: Selene Weaverheart Vaelgrim.>

<Aspect: Fragmented Self.>

<Gift: Reality Crack.>

<Status: Paragon of Fragmented Self.>

<Bloodline: Ataraxia.>

<Rank: Fourth Circle.>

Selene gazed in rapt wonder at the text unfolding before her.

She wasn't alone in her captivation. Every one of them stood mesmerized by the unfolding events.

That's when Providence started detailing their ranks.

The power hierarchy kicked off at First Circle. Every wife, save for Maryam,

held Fourth Circle status.

Maryam, on the other hand, resided in the Realm of Infinity Concept.

Launching at Fourth Circle reflected their inherent strength fused with bloodline potential, slotting them there right away. Per Providence's analysis, Fourth Circle matched Myriad Creators wielding three to four Laws.

Maryam, in her elevated state, equaled a Progenitor in might, unbound by any constraints. Her abilities endured fully, independent of her Dominion or the Spirit World.

Her roused Aspect was Authority. Her Gift became Step of Authority.

Maryam now bore the mantle of Paragon of Authority, her presence compelling nearby space to shrink back and yield. Elira claimed the role of Paragon of Soul.

Yet for her, an oddity appeared. Next to her name, The Will

—Providence's fresh title—showed a notation: 9th. She inquired about it, but Providence had only recently assumed her duties. Much remained unclear even to her, and she lacked insight into the cause, only knowing Elira's Records insisted on it. The Paragon of Soul decided to set it aside temporarily.

Grasping their ranks brought clarity on advancement. To rise from Fourth Circle into the Realm of Infinity Concept, they had to refine their awakened Aspect of Reality until full unity was achieved.

Such fusion would integrate them deeply into Noah's Elysiari

territory, bestowing a spark of eternity.

Still, that fell short on its own.

They also required success in the Evolution Quest bestowed by

The Will to seal their promotion.

Gradually, they absorbed the details, and Noah allowed them space to process.

His strategy stood firm: reclaim the Lake of Milk-White Soul and fulfill the quest to ascend to Duke of Cloud.

Yet prior to that, alterations awaited his territory.

And to achieve that, he required....

With a casual snap of his fingers, Noah called forth everyone who had rejected binding to him. Luelle and the Origins were among them.

And thus, he commenced. -End of chapter 467-