Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 496 Throne

Thick clouds of dust, ash, and smoke engulfed the entire area, reducing the Principality to a mere fading echo.

In that moment, an intense, eerie, and sharply penetrating gaze locked onto the Primus Principality, striking Noah with the force of a charging vehicle.

He nearly stumbled backward.

Yet, even with the clear danger of death pressing against his very being, Noah's features twisted into a profound grin as he gazed at the now-complete Red Tower.

Diatah stood beside him, her expression indifferent, almost dismissive to the point of arrogance, fixated on a particular patch amid the layer of grayish ash covering everything.

A mocking smirk curved her lips, the air of superiority etched firmly on her captivating visage.

Whatever her enchanting eyes perceived, it failed to stir the slightest admiration in her.

Noah, on the other hand, felt far differently from his wife. Still, his thoughts were wholly absorbed in the matter at hand, racing at full speed to analyze every conceivable outcome and possibility of this occurrence.

His hands shot out toward the Red Tower, clutching it firmly before pressing it against his torso.

Eyes shutting, the world appeared to halt in its tracks.

Sensing the potent authority radiating from the tower, Noah couldn't suppress a grin. With the Principality's abrupt annihilation, the authority now lacked a master.

Nevertheless, Noah understood this gap wouldn't endure; the Origin Will would swiftly seize it back.

Thus, in that brief interval too short to measure, Noah activated his First Authority: Bind.

Having already linked an entire Dominion to himself, this bolstered his confidence in pulling off this feat.

And so, without a second thought, he not only bound the Authority to his will but also reshaped his physical form to align with the Tower's essence, drawing it into his core.

A vivid, twisting, nearly cursed and tormented scarlet glow erupted with overwhelming force, enveloping Noah's entire frame.

This unfolded in less than a heartbeat. The former domain of the Primus Principality quaked violently without cease.

Diatah smirked at the spectacle, then sensed a massive surge of fury erupting before her, as the dispersed ashes coalesced into the form of a figure.

A female form. Towering, draped in robes crafted from ash that accentuated her curvaceous build. Her eyes resembled swirling smoke—hissing and writhing like serpents—fixating first on Diatah, then on Noah, with a mix of astonishment, rage, and caution intertwined.

"What are you?" The voice echoed like an abstract idea rather than a living entity, directed at Diatah positioned ahead of her.

The Origin Will of the Spirit World had encountered no one like Diatah before. The profound disdain emanating from her was so overwhelming it bordered on mesmerizing.

Her disdain felt utterly unadulterated, viewing the Will as if she were her own discarded refuse.

This was intolerable for the Origin Will, yet Diatah's otherworldly aura deterred any rash action.

Caution, she reminded herself inwardly, remained her most vital asset, shaping her very identity.

In response to the query, Diatah offered no reply. She barely spared her a glance beyond a fleeting second, shifting her focus to Noah instead.

The Origin Will's form quivered with seething fury, her gaze now turning to Noah. Diatah evoked caution in her, but Noah stirred shock and fury.

The audacity of someone claiming her Authority over an entire Principality was something she deemed utterly impossible.

Yet it had occurred. And right under her helpless watch.

The Origin Will's eyes tightened, her form tensing up.

The scarlet glow dispersed soon after into fluttering crimson butterflies that scattered, revealing Noah's figure.

Outwardly unchanged, but for those attuned, a total transformation had taken place within him.

Noah transcended the essence of a mere being now. Rather, he embodied Authority incarnate, forged from flesh, bone, sinew, and blood.

He exuded an audacious presence, leaving the Origin Will momentarily awestruck by the sheer integrity of his existence.

And the Prince grinned, eyes on the notification display hovering before him,

<You have completed your Quest.>

<You are ready to step into the rank of Duke of Cloud.>

<All your rewards have been spent in your personal Realm Store.>

Providence halted for a beat, then resumed, her tone filled with pride, <You have done something drastic and phenomenal, Husband.> <Your Records have taken one step higher in magnificence and profundity.>

<You have gone past a simple Principality's level in the Spirit World. You stand at the same level as the Origin Will, but lower in scale and influence and so, in power.>

<You are now, Husband, the Throne of the Primus Universe's Spirit World. Your power is above anyone and below none inside the Primus Universe. Every dead soul of the universe belongs to you -

Primordials included.>

Excitement coursed through his veins,

<Congratulations, you have obtained a SubClass>

<SubClass: Throne of the Spirit World.>

'How sweet.'

"You are different." Diatah remarked, drawing his focus to her with a quick look, "At least, you are not so helpless, I notice. You still can

be redeemed to be a worthy man."

Noah laughed, "I see you have made peace with your current

situation, sweetheart."

"I am old enough to know when to move on."

"How old exactly?"

"Maybe you wish death?"

"No, thank you." Noah chuckled, before finally turning his attention to

the manifestation of the Origin Will standing in front of them.

She appeared horrified, struggling to maintain her already imposing demeanor. Her efforts fell comically short.

At that moment, the Origin Will yearned only to turn and flee, pretending the events never transpired.

She despised complications and anything that might disrupt her peace.

She cherished her serene, uneventful existence, observing mortals destroy themselves from her secure perch.

Now, a major issue had arrived at her threshold, and she'd foolishly opened the door to it.

'Mother's mercy, what have I done?' Internally, panic gripped her, though she fought to appear composed.

Noah cocked his head slightly, peering intently at her. He required no explanation to detect the fear leaking from the Origin Will's form like fluid from a punctured vessel.

She seemed poised to bolt at the slightest provocation.

He stifled a chuckle at the unexpected display. 'How curious!' he mused.

Now capable of ascending to the Duke of Cloud rank, placing him on par with a Progenitor. Yet, armed with his full arsenal of powers and skills, any Progenitor would rue confronting him presently.

For an instant, a chilling smirk crossed his lips, his thoughts drifting to Esmeray, the Mother of Dragons.

'It's time to go back.'

He resolved, then strode forward, materializing before the terrified Origin Will. She let out an involuntary yelp, attempting to retreat.

But Noah seized her wrist, stopping her cold.

Right away, he sensed the Origin Will's strength vastly outmatched his own. Incredibly so.

The Prince felt no shock, aware she governed the entirety of the Perfected Reality's Spirit World.

However, given her timid, hesitant, and fearful disposition, the Origin

Will merely stared at Noah with excessive caution.

He parted his lips, but—!

"Are you going to flirt with her?" Diatah interjected from behind with contempt, arms folded across her chest, "Why, pray tell, am I not surprised?"

Noah's mouth quirked, "Jealous now, aren't we? You are falling too fast, sweetheart."

Diatah's response came as profound, derisive quiet. Even unseen, Noah sensed her disapproval.

He shook his head, redirecting his focus to the Origin Will, "Before going back, I just need one thing." He stated, offering a charming smile,

"Can you bind yourself to me, lovely girl?"

A piercing yet abrupt hush followed his words; shattered soon by a startled, resounding cry.

"W-Woah!" The Origin Will burst out, her cheeks flushing deeply, "L-Lovely girl? M-Me??"

She appeared to quiver with delight.

"Me??"?"

Noah's expression went slack in an instant, faltering amid the bizarre turn.

"Well, yes?"

The Origin Will shrieked,

"ME??? LOVELY???" -End of Chapter 496-