Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 497 - Harusu

Previously on Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System...

Amid the ruins of the destroyed Primus Principality, Noah seized the moment of vulnerability to bind and absorb the Red Tower's authority using his First Authority, transmuting his body into a vessel for its power and elevating himself to the Throne of the Primus Universe's Spirit World. Diatah stood by his side, her condescending gaze fixed on the ashes, unimpressed by the unfolding chaos. The Origin Will manifested as a woman of smoke and dust, her shock and fury mounting as she confronted the theft of her dominion, only for Noah to approach her with an unexpected request to bind herself to him, eliciting a startlingly joyful reaction from the wary entity.

The Origin Will gazed at Noah in astonishment, her cheeks flushing with abrupt shame from what he had said.

Yet as her sight shifted to the figure behind him, it landed on Diatah's mocking and contemptuous expression. In an instant, her attitude flipped completely.

'Foolish Harusu!' she scolded herself inwardly, gnawing on her bottom lip, "He's toying with you! Isn't it obvious? That face of his screams deceit!'

With that thought hitting her, she smacked Noah's hand away, making him stumble back a few paces from the unexpected move.

Harusu, the Origin Will, deliberately retreated two steps, her smoky and ashen eyes glaring at Noah with bold challenge.

"What was that about?" Noah inquired, curiosity outweighing any annoyance from the slap.

Still, Harusu offered no reply. She had tumbled too quickly into Noah's charming talk moments ago, thanks to countless years of isolation in her domain.

In truth, she couldn't even recall the last time she had shown herself to another entity, much less conversed with one.

She favored seclusion at home above all, but it had eroded her social graces and spiked her nerves to depths unfit for any immortal.

She recognized this flaw, and it shamed her deeply. Still, change seemed impossible. That's why the Origin Will had grown wary; ever guarded against every possible threat.

All the same, she had nearly stepped right into such a blatant snare.

'Stay vigilant, Harusu! Remember your vow—nothing justifies risking yourself if you can steer clear.'

Right then, Noah embodied peril. Harusu resolved to push this man far from her reach, no matter what.

After steadying her nerves at last, the Origin Will eyed both Noah and Diatah with firmer resolve.

"What do you seek from me?" she demanded roughly, her tone stripped of the thrill she'd displayed earlier, "I'll hand it over, just leave me be—as long as it poses no threat to my existence."

Her gaze sharpened on Noah in particular, "You've seized complete control over the Primus Universe already." Bitterness twisted her features, "What more could you desire?"

Evidently, the Origin Will branded Noah as avaricious. He understood that well. But he stayed silent, still taken aback by her rapid mood swing.

"Why the shock?" Diatah scoffed from behind, "You believe everyone falls for your tricks?"

"Truth be told," Noah replied with a sly grin, shooting her a sideways look, "that's precisely my view."

"It leaves me questioning if you're foolish, arrogant, or just utterly self-absorbed." Diatah hesitated briefly, then pressed on, "You're all three, really."

"Yet you adore me."

"I merely tolerate your company."

"That's affection. Relax, you'll come around to it." Noah shot her a playful wink.

Diatah brushed it off and turned her attention back to the Origin Will. By now, she grasped that dismissing Noah at times proved wiser.

'Actually, most times,' she mused, holding back a tongue-click of frustration.

Noah spun to face the Origin Will once more.

"You appear to dislike complications." He noted, "And you'll face none if you choose to link yourself to me."

"What exactly would that involve?"

"I won't harm you, nor will you harm me." Noah explained, "Essentially, a pact of mutual alliance."

"I refuse any alliance with you." Harusu denied, shaking her head, "You reek of chaos."

"I'll handle my own issues. They won't touch you." The Prince assured, his expression turning grave, "On this, I give you my word."

His eyes gleamed with icy resolve, "I settle my obligations personally."

Though Harusu and Diatah couldn't pinpoint the cause, both women sensed Noah's statement aimed at some specific target or force.

This stirred a faint curiosity in them.

Noah came across as laid-back, ever grinning and rarely grave. But Diatah recognized the madness in this man who had wed a member of the Four Original Races. And Harusu understood the terror of one who had claimed her power within her very realm.

Neither favored Noah for their separate grievances, yet they couldn't deny...

...they'd hesitate—perhaps twice or even three times—before daring to oppose such a figure.

"Far too vexing and unyielding. Refusing further would shatter my calm and invite peril. He won't back down!" Harusu pondered, then yielded with clear reluctance.

"Fine then."

She agreed, locking eyes intensely with Noah, "But only if you vow never to disturb me. Don't even visit."

"That's severe." Noah cocked his head, "What if longing strikes me?"

Harusu's eternal heart fluttered momentarily, but she quickly recalled Noah's manipulative nature; the sort who favored lies above all else.

Thus, she composed herself in a flash.

"Don't long for me." She snapped, her stare laced with warning.

"I swear to never disturb you." Noah declared, lifting a finger skyward, "But not to avoid visits. That's my sole proposal. Accept it—it beats nothing."

"Once every millennium." Harusu countered, "That's my condition. No less, no more."

Noah grinned, then inclined his head, "Time means little to beings like us. I agree."

Just as with Diatah, Noah extended his hand for a clasp.

"I embody many roles, but know this: I am Noah Vaelgrim. Lately, I ascended as the Throne of the Primus Universe Spirit World."

Harusu paused briefly, suspecting some ploy to ensnare her. Opting for prudence, she formed a hand of smoke and ashes to clasp Noah's.

The Prince merely smiled, unperturbed by her wary gesture.

"I am Harusu Nafissatou Fall," she introduced, "The Origin Will of The Perfected Reality of Gaia. I stand as her inaugural creation. In a way, her eldest offspring."

Pride colored her final words.

From behind Noah, Diatah regarded Harusu with sympathy, while Noah offered no comment.

"Sounds impressive." He commended with a warm smile.

"Naturally." She affirmed with a self-satisfied nod, "Now, let's wrap this up—I have matters to attend."

"You mean secluding yourself?"

"Yes, how did you—!" Harusu cut herself short, then glared at Noah's teasing smirk, "No, cultivating."

"Sure, naturally."

Harusu tsked in irritation, and Noah initiated the binding ritual.

DING!!

In this way, the Origin Will of the Spirit World across the entire reality joined Noah's bound allies.

A smile crept over Noah's face. He lifted his hand, clenching it into a firm fist.

Gradually, almost robotically, he unfurled it again, revealing a pinch of shimmering white powder in his palm.