Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 493 - Deal? Deal.

Noah gazed at the Providence notification panel, his face filled with curiosity.

For the first time, he encountered something resembling a Class or even a SubClass, which sparked his thoughts on their origins and nature.

Moreover, the SubClass title itself proved quite appealing. He found it attractive. Any mention involving Husband felt sweet to him.

Understanding her husband's sentiments, Providence proceeded to explain,

<Main Class: Lord of Harmony.>

<SubClass: Primordial Husband>

<Description: A husband serves as a protector, a provider, a refuge, and a devoted partner. You embody all these traits. But you surpass them. Once married to someone, not even death can separate you. Not even the annihilation of existence can separate you. Only one thing could ever part you... and that thing amounts to nothing.>

<Abilities: Eternal Companion, Living Refuge, First Protector.>

<Unique Authority: The Guider>

With intense curiosity, Noah scanned the notification. Yet before he could explore it further, a different power began infiltrating his body.

He held back a satisfied sigh, sensing how this special force reshaped his bones, muscles, and every part within him.

<You have bonded with Diatah Taraji Desdemona.>

Providence's voice echoed once more.

<Given the low level of her affection toward you, you may claim only one item from her.>

<What do you choose?>

This time, he raised his head gradually, eyeing Diatah who stood quietly nearby. Her expression remained stunned as she examined the ring on her finger, seemingly struggling to accept her new marital status.

Through his fresh SubClass, Noah detected that his new wife harbored secret anxieties she kept hidden from everyone.

Anxieties that weighed heavily on her heart, blocking her from embracing any emotions beyond an intense urge to pursue the path of convergence... where her questions would find answers... where she would at last discover...

Discover what?

Noah remained clueless. He merely possessed a vague awareness of his wives' emotions.

This awareness extended beyond Diatah. Within his mind, he felt his wives' presences vividly, as though they hovered close behind him.

He perceived their concerns and could even glimpse their views by concentrating slightly more.

What they viewed was Diatah's icy visage over the Principality. It resembled the world's demise.

Terror gripped them.

Nevertheless, amid these terrors, two entities trembled with fear for entirely different causes.

Justicia and Apollonia.

Justicia, in particular, sent a shiver straight through Noah's heart.

He quickly shifted his focus to the present moment, eager to escape swiftly, as he glanced at Diatah now gazing down at him.

Up to this point, Noah hadn't grown accustomed to her allure. Diatah Taraji possessed skin like smooth marble, strikingly pale, adorned with tattoos across her entire left hand.

These black tribal tattoos caused Noah's mind to whirl if he observed them too intently.

Her hair matched in whiteness, interwoven with countless rings formed from dense constellations. A septum piercing graced her nose, enhancing her captivating appearance.

Her ears featured multiple piercings as well, and her irises appeared black, with white pupils split into nine segments, each resembling a unique animal.

Once more, Noah stood mesmerized. But his prolonged stare prompted Diatah to furrow her brow in irritation.

"There is a limit to how hard you can look at me," she said. "It's getting

annoying."

"Is this how you speak to your husband?" Noah tilted his head but pressed on without awaiting her reply, "Anyway. Before I give you this rock, I have things to ask and tell you."

Taraji offered no response, though her gaze indicated she paid attention.

Noah raised a single finger. "What is the power you like the most in yourself?"

She scowled at the query yet replied, keen to end it quickly. "My eyes," she stated, gesturing toward them. "I can see the Point of

Stagnation of a being with them."

"And what can you do with it?"

"I can make that point permanent," she said. "I have the power to make evolution impossible."

Noah's eyes widened at her words. His mind raced in frantic loops. If she could halt evolution entirely, then

wouldn't that allow her to prevent anyone from growing stronger, improving, or achieving enlightenment?

Wouldn't it equate to a gradual, agonizing demise?

Noah understood clearly that any entity or being failing to evolve wouldn't endure in this universe or reality at large. It would serve as fodder for others' advancement.

But Noah's mind delved further, pondering the consequences

if Taraji rendered an entire universe... stagnant.

She embodied, in truth, the End of Beginning. The End of Becoming.

That mere idea caused the hairs on his back to bristle like porcupine quills.

Taraji's calm voice interrupted his reflections.

"Next question," she said, behaving as though her revelation held no grave concern.

"The eyes, then," Noah exhaled, settling on his selection from

her.

"This is no longer a question, but a warning." He presented the rock to her view. "To sidestep some troublesome issues heading my way - or yours - we must address this rock somehow."

"Furthermore, we need to discuss our return to the

Principality."

"What do you mean?"

"I have matters to demolish, and an authority to seize from

someone."

Noah grinned, rolling his neck.

"I will need your help."

"One thing first, Noah."

"Hm?" He tilted his head.

"How many wives do you have?"

Dead silence.

<Whew. What an unexpected question.>

Noah's lips twitched involuntarily, baffled by the sudden inquiry.

"I mean," he started, stumbling slightly, "Many?" He flashed a charming smile.

Taraji's eyes turned icier.

"So my husband is a man-whore?"

"That's harsh, sweetheart. I am a cultured man. Nothing else, nothing

more. Besides, that's not the subject, okay? Let's focus here."

"What's the subject?" Her tone dripped with scorn.

"Destruction of a Principality and theft of authority."

"What will be my role?"

"You destroy, I steal." Noah smiled sweetly. "Deal, sweetheart?"

Taraji rolled her eyes. "I need to vent my frustration anyway."

She flexed her left hand, the tattoo emitting a menacing glow.

"Deal."

Meanwhile, in the Waking Universe, Rue Octave had just reached the primary world of Celestial, Luminary.

And there, his body still sore from Soleil's ruthless kick and his

mind clouded by unfamiliar memories he never recalled experiencing... Rue Octave encountered another celestial right at Luminary's entrance. A figure who had once been his ally due to their common history of records taken by Aurelia.

Now these two former companions faced each other once again, their gazes meeting with a mix of comprehension and profound dread surging within.

"W-What... what are you doing here?" Rue Octave questioned, gripped by an urge to escape his companion.

His very being screamed for him to flee, yet his feet stayed rooted, drawn only closer to his friend.

"I..." Castria replied, his golden eyes shaking just as much, "don't know. I just... I just felt like coming here..."

"I don't know, Rue. My mind... my mind has been messing with me

lately. My memories are weird. I... remember things I shouldn't... and oh, Light burn me..."

Castria's voice dropped to a whisper as he clutched Rue's shoulders firmly with trembling hands.

"I," he murmured, his tone laden with terror beyond measure, "...I

just killed all my elven servants, their souls reduced to ashes."

Rue's frame shuddered. "Why?" he forced out, even though he already sensed the reason.

"I don't know, Light have mercy, Rue!" he nearly yelled. "I don't

know! But I hate them... I hate the elves! I hate them! But why? Why do I hate them?"

Tears flowed from his eyes.

"What is happening to me, Rue, friend? Tell me, for the sake of the Light above!" Rue's throat felt parched like dry cotton. "No," he said. "What is happening to

us, Light above, you mean... Because, Castria..."

He embraced him and murmured gently,

"I hate myself. I hate you. I want to kill you. I..."

His voice shifted, taking on a feminine quality.

"I want to kill all of you."

-End of Chapter 493-