Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 492 New Wife

"Have you calmed down yet?" Noah asked, his face covered in scratches as he gazed up at Pale, who was straddling him.

"Do I appear calm to you?" She snarled, lifting her arms in a menacing bid to resume her clawing assault.

"It seems like you enjoy being on top of me." Noah smirked, completely unfazed. "I don't mind at all, really. You could just ask n-!"

His sentence cut off abruptly when Pale raked her sharp nails across his lips. They tore into jagged strips, blood spurting out, yet they mended instantly in a flash.

"I'm not your equal." Pale declared, her voice sharp as blades, before rising slowly from atop Noah and standing over him with cold, piercing eyes. "And you'll never become my equal, you who dwell in reality."

Noah just gave a casual shrug. "We'll discuss that later. Anyway?"

Propping himself up on his elbows against the smooth, energy-formed platform, Noah sat upright, his face now free of any injuries. "What's your choice?"

Pale fixed her gaze on him for what felt like an eternity, her eyes clearly wavering over the choice. Previously, with just her vessel, it wouldn't have been a big deal, but binding her true self in marriage to Noah was

something beyond her craziest dreams.

She'd never encountered anything like it among her own people.

'Am I truly going through with this?' She wondered, her feet shifting uneasily.

Pale inwardly cursed that her present form was merely a vessel, and an unfinished one besides.

Had it been her actual body—with her complete mind—she could have figured out a resolution, an escape from this dire

predicament.

But things weren't that way, and the deeper she pondered, the fiercer her rage at Gaia surged to hazardous heights.

'I misjudged her just because she's a mere young Seedling. And now look at me,' she thought with a silent sigh, realizing there was no point in overcomplicating matters.

No further deliberation was needed. She required the strength of the Son of Emptiness. Now she could claim it, and on top of that, her vessel would remain intact.

All things considered, this setup actually benefited her greatly.

The sole annoyance was Noah's irritating, grinning, taunting expression. Still, she could handle it.

All she had to do was put him in his proper place.

"I agree." Pale stated, meeting his eyes directly. "Let's commence the ritual, if one exists."

A broad smile spread across Noah's face. "Excellent!" He slapped his palms together, leaping to his feet and positioning himself mere inches from Pale.

Surprisingly, they matched in height. Noah was aware she'd tower over him if her vessel was fully formed.

Tall woman, eh... He found that even more appealing.

"Prior to starting," Noah announced, extending his hand for a shake, "I'd like to redo our introductions. This time, for real."

He halted briefly, his grin turning calmer and less teasing.

"I'm Noah Vaelgrim. I'm Brandon Imane. I'm Raj Gaia." He continued, causing Pale's brows to furrow in bewilderment. "Fatherless—don't feel sorry for me, I prefer it that way—and born to three mothers. Plus, I'm the Prince of this Reality."

"How can you have three mothers?" Pale questioned in disbelief. "Without any

father? When did Reality-dwellers become like this?"

"My life story can wait." Noah replied, dismissing it with a lazy wave. "Your go."

Pale collected herself. She stayed silent for some time before letting out a frustrated sigh.

"You couldn't handle the burden of my name."

"Really? Would it kill me?"

"Based on what I've observed about you, probably not. But you'd brush right up against death. And I won't risk forfeiting the Son of Emptiness's power over

it."

"Tell me anyway." Noah urged. "I've died twice already. I can handle teetering on the brink."

Pale eyed him briefly, and recognizing Noah's unyielding nature by now, she gave in.

Imitating his gesture, she extended her hand for the clasp, her cool, silky fingers wrapping around his.

Right away, he sensed something wriggling through his form, an unsettling chill that warned he was grasping at forces far beyond his grasp.

This stirred a thrilling sense of peril in Noah.

"Most Seeds and my kin call me the Pale Lady," Pale intoned,

"yet my real name..."

In that instant, her form started shifting, transforming into an entity unbound by Reality's limits.

Noah's pulse hammered wildly in his chest like a frenzied, rearing stallion. His eyes bulged as Pale's features sloughed off, revealing beneath a visage so breathtaking that his knees buckled.

"Damn it all..."

<By my Husband's name...>

For the first time, Pale's lips curved into a genuine, delighted smile at Noah's reaction before she concluded her reveal.

"I am Diatah Taraji Desdomona, from one of the Four Dominant Races, the Desdomona."

Noah's legs buckled, crashing to the ground as his features fractured like brittle rock, blood pouring from the fissures in torrents.

The fissures raced across his whole frame, agony exploding as if lightning raged through his bloodstream.

Still, Noah clung to Diatah's hand, his bloodied gaze locked on hers in bold resistance.

Witnessing this, Diatah knelt beside him, her motion splitting the air around them with sharp snaps. Now face-to-face, she flashed a fierce grin, revealing lines of unnaturally pristine teeth framed by bands of swirling star clusters. "Didn't I warn you?" Her tone flowed like thawing ice, laced with arrogance surpassing even the ancient Vice of Pride.

She inched perilously near the tormented Noah. "You're not my

equal."

Noah echoed her smile, crimson trails leaking from his shattering, crumbling mouth. "Pleased to meet you, Diatah. I believe you and I are going to mesh just fine. What do you say?"

Diatah's grin widened. "Time will tell..."

She hesitated, then tacked on with clear reluctance, "...husband."

"Phew. This introduction is one I'll never forget, darling. Truly unforgettable."

Noah let out a rough chuckle that choked off as his neck disintegrated into

ash. At last, he let go of Diatah's hand, and an object materialized

in front of him.

A ring. Identical to those on all his wives.

He offered it to Diatah. Without a word, she accepted and slipped it on, her exquisite features unchanging.

This gesture bound their vow. From then onward, the

Pale Lady possessed a spouse.

And that spouse was a mere Reality-dweller she could end with a

careless huff.

It was an outcome no being in creation would deem feasible—

not even Diatah herself—yet there she was, adorned with the band and

gazing upon her mate.

In that moment, regardless of her disdain for Noah, Diatah Taraji Desdomona couldn't deny one truth....

"You really are remarkable, Noah." She admitted, still struggling to accept that she now had a husband.

What would her kin—her entire race—make of this?

Noah grinned. "Am I, now?" He replied, and right then,

<You have married Diatah Taraji Desdomona, a ******, a being outside

of Reality itself.>

<Your Records have gained one more distinction. A significant one. A never-before-seen one.>

Providence hesitated, then...

<You have unlocked a SubClass.> <SubClass: Primordial Husband> -End of Chapter 492-