Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 498: Always

A mere puff of dust from Noah had restored the entire Primus Principality to life. This might appear strange, yet it was essential to consider Noah's transformed position.

Should he desire it, the Primus Universe would lose its Spirit World entirely. However, he wasn't foolish enough to weaken himself like that.

His elevated role granted him a form of authority that no one in the waking Universe would dare even fathom. He became the initial being to gain total command over a Principality without the Origin Will constantly overseeing him.

Had The Records continued to document his journey, all of existence would have trembled at such an unbelievable feat.

Luckily — or perhaps unfortunately — that was no longer possible.

Following the revival of the Primus Universe, Harusu had no intention of lingering even a moment longer. She yearned to vanish right away, determined to sever all ties with Noah forever.

This wasn't solely due to his annoying nature, but also because he possessed this strange knack for reaching the exact emotions she craved deep down.

The desire for indulgence, for recognition, for soft and affectionate words murmured in her ear.

Having spent countless eons in isolation, with nobody bold enough to approach her, Harusu had endless time to fantasize about such tender experiences.

And as the saying goes?

The yearnings for love, care, and the wish to be noticed and valued stand as the deepest instincts any creature can possess.

Every individual must share and grasp their personal tales by embracing life completely. Tales lacking these elements turn dull and flavorless.

Yet despite her longing for all that, Harusu viewed Noah as unreliable. She chose solitude over binding herself to a man who already boasted over 20 wives.

’I knew it! A deceiver! A schemer! A man driven by lust!’ Harusu fumed inwardly before vanishing for good, casting one final sharp look at Noah.

Though Noah couldn't access her mind, her expression revealed her emotions clearly enough.

He shifted his gaze to Diatah at his side, the pair hovering high above the Principality's skies, observing the souls resuming their routines as though no catastrophe had struck.

True ignorance truly brought bliss to many.

"I truly am not unreliable." He protested, cocking his head, "What makes her believe otherwise?"

"You flirt with every woman like some insatiable playboy." Taraji responded with a shrug, "Naturally, she'd see it that way."

"I'm beginning to suspect you're simply envious. That's just who I am. Notice how I don't keep pointing out that you're a brash, haughty woman who ought to recognize her limits?"

He flashed a toothy smile, "Yet that's your nature. I embrace it. You ought to try the same, sweetheart."

"Why should I?"

"Because that's what a relationship entails. I'm embracing your true self and striving to love you as you desire, not merely as I please."

"So you've already fallen for me?" She scoffed, "Don't you give in too quickly?"

"Well, sweetheart, not quite. I do not fall in love."

Taraji raised an eyebrow. Noah continued softly,

"Falling in love implies it's unintended; something that occurs without awareness or permission."

He shook his head, "That's not my way, darling. I choose, always, to love someone. Deliberately, intentionally, through my own decision. And at this moment, I'm opting for that route. Only... it requires your participation too."

He shrugged afterward, "You should give it a shot."

Taraji cocked her head, gazing intently at him, then averted her eyes without a word.

She opted for silence, preferring it over confessing her ignorance about love's true essence.

Within her lineage, unions weren't forged from affection. They served to safeguard the bloodline, maintain their status in the Expanse, and bolster influence.

For them, love remained as alien and baffling as innocence and timidity were to a lustful succubus.

Thus, she lacked knowledge of how she wished to receive love, or even how to express it herself.

Nor did she care to grapple with those sentiments.

’I must pursue my ambition. Love holds no value for me. The Desdomona require solely strength and prestige.’

Moreover, love acted as a affliction of the soul. An affliction that might lead to her ruin.

Therefore, Diatah Taraji Desdomona spurned love. Just as her family always had.

Noah lacked the complete context, yet his insight and fresh Subclass ’Primordial Husband’ aided him immensely in sensing his wife's emotions.

He let out a soft sigh, resolving to exercise patience.

Then he rolled his neck, breathing out sharply, "Time to proceed, Providence."

He grinned,

"Let's ascend to the Duke of Cloud rank!"

<As you command, Husband.>

A brilliant crimson-gold radiance burst from Noah's form, initiating the change.

Alongside the ring earned in the Lord of Harmony phase, a crimson-gold earring now adorned his left ear.

A new State emerged: the State of Cloud, allowing him to extend his presence like wandering clouds via his followers.

Thus, another Authority came into being.

The Second Authority: Bestow.

Before long, the shift concluded, elevating Noah to Primordial level at last.

Armed with this fresh might, he accessed the concealed Tree of Ashes domain.

...

Far above the Ashes domain, or as Providence termed it, the Library of Records, the heavens split open like drawn curtains, revealing Noah and Diatah's descent.

At once, the women perched on The Tree of Ashes, their features marked by subtle concern, whipped their gazes skyward.

Alice cried out first and crashed into Noah's frame foremost.

"NOAH!" She roared, burying her face against his torso.

Noah beamed warmly, stroking Alice's hair with tender affection. His strength had surged dramatically, though its signs remained subtle.

It was merely hinted at vaguely.

Maryam, Light, Love and Shadow and Idalia — the latter pair fully bound in chains — alone sensed the intensity of his power, owing to their near-Primordial proximity, and their eyes widened in awe.

Yet that awe morphed into fear as their sights fixed on Diatah glaring down at them with a furrowed brow.

Evidently, the Desdomona heir disapproved of the scene below.

Still, none of this penetrated Noah's awareness. Encircled by his wives' loving embraces, devotion, and backing, he lost all restraint.

From their demise in the Waking Universe to the present, countless events had unfolded, particularly for him.

He hadn't found the opportunity to properly nurture his wives or deliver the care and tenderness they merited.

But that era had passed.

Having reached Primordial level, he claimed complete dominion over their Universe's Spirit World.

Through his boon, time held no sway — he could halt it within his domain effortlessly.

Bearing all this in thought, he softly clasped Emmy's hand and drew her close against him, his gaze and tone filled with eagerness,

"Forgive me for overlooking you all." He declared, addressing the group, then grinned, "Shall I make amends, my beloved ladies?"

The suggestive tone in his words shone brightly. And unbidden, Providence divided the Realm of Ashes in twain.

One section for Noah and his wives, the other for the captives and onlookers unfit to behold his wives' bare forms.

Following this, Providence materialized in flesh, grinning bashfully,

"I refuse to be left out of whatever follows."

Laughter rippled through them, and Dominique pressed her mouth to Noah's before Emmy could react.

Justicia moved swiftly after, embracing and kissing Noah with a fervor beyond her own. She appeared agitated, even terrified, as though craving his comfort and aroma to dispel some fresh ordeal.

Noah showered her with abundant reassurance.

"Come, my darling." He murmured to her.

"Am I yours, Noah?" She inquired abruptly, her voice thick with desire and concealed dread.

Noah stroked her face softly, "Always."

He pressed his lips to hers. And Justicia surrendered fully to his embrace.

With that, the moment ignited at last.

Even as Maryam and Diatah observed from afar.

’Why must I witness this?’ Diatah pondered with veiled distress.

’Is this meant for me too?’ Maryam wondered with concealed delight.

—End of Chapter 498—