Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 502 - My Lord, I beg you

A rift tore through the void, and a figure emerged from within, draped in an aura of majestic sovereignty that wrapped around him like a mantle.

Time froze in an instant across the vast expanse of the cosmos.

Noah had at last returned to the Primus Universe. Moments later, his wives stepped forth from the rift, positioning themselves in a broad ring around him.

Their scarlet-golden tresses and synchronized attire rendered them a captivating vision, even amidst the stalled universe.

Noah's first move was to shut his eyes and draw in a deep breath of the cosmic air. It struck him as peculiar, after enduring the Spirit World for such a prolonged duration.

The atmosphere felt thinner, the pervasive force bearing down on him more subtle and less apparent, though still potent enough for Noah in his current form to detect.

Yet that wasn't the sole sensation coursing through him. At his Duke of Cloud rank, equivalent to Primordial, the Prince could perceive nearly every corner of the universe.

He sensed the peril engulfing it, along with the rift he had torn open prior to his demise, which lingered unsealed to this day.

'Intruders,' Noah pondered, lids still sealed, 'Countless invaders plaguing this universe. What measures are the Primordials taking?'

His awareness of it implied they must share some inkling. Still, they did little more than safeguard the infested zone—like bacteria festering in a raw gash—the area swarming with mere fodder, while neglecting the genuine perils.

He inclined his head faintly, mulling over the matter, all while realizing his presence alone had immobilized the entire Universe. 'You've dispatched it a considerable distance,' Aphasia murmured, gazing toward a specific

direction.

The bearing toward Laeh.

Solaris creased her brow slightly at this, 'Furthermore, that sector stands compromised as well. Curiously, I detect no malice emanating from those spilling forth from

the rift.'

'Indeed,' Noah agreed with a nod, 'Dreamspawn.' He inferred without effort, 'Evidently, my daughter harbors depths beyond my forecasts.'

'Does this gladden you?' Selene questioned, a satisfied grin adorning her features now that she had returned, 'Even from afar, I can sense it. It carries the whiff of chaos.'

'Such is her journey,' Noah responded with an easy shrug, 'I won't coddle her through eternity. She requires no such guidance. None of my heirs do.'

His mouth curved into a grin,

'And do you not perceive Premier?' His tone swelled with pride, 'The Seed of Mercy I bestowed upon him has blossomed in ways I never envisioned.'

'Two of your offspring, evolving beyond your wildest conceptions,' Diatah observed from nearby, 'I wonder, what sensation does it evoke?'

Christelle lingered behind her, sporting an odd smile.

'In what manner?' Noah at last parted his eyelids, fixing his gaze on her. He then revealed his teeth in a broad smile, 'Oddly satisfying. It would ring hollow if I dictated their courses from inception to conclusion. Their narratives... would taste dull.'

'The same holds true for you, my cherished wives,' He let his eyes roam over them, 'I've embraced your decisions without hesitation, for they chart your personal trails.' He regarded Apollonia, 'And the one you're poised to choose, I shall endorse.'

At this juncture, his stare landed on Red.

'Speak, my Paragon of War, what is your desire?'

'The Progenitor of Dragons,' Red's reply came swift, 'At once,

husband. I claim her life immediately. My child was slain, every remnant of her obliterated...'

She clamped her lips, her scarlet orbs flaring with alarming fury and torment, 'I can delay no further.'

'Then delay you shall not,' Noah affirmed.

He snapped his fingers, summoning Tiamat—Ouroboros entwined about her throat—directly before the group.

Red jerked her gaze toward her, primed to butcher the granddaughter of the fiend who felled her daughter.

And she would have, her siblings aiding her with utter devotion

—were it not for Noah's intervention.

'I shall honor the anguish of my spouse,' Noah declared, a subtle though joyless smirk

gracing his features, 'Esmeray's end is assured. What retort do you offer?'

Noah had forged a pact with Tiamat. One promising her progeny, contingent on her pledging fealty to him.

This accord proved pivotal, granting him the LOGOS Time benediction, which he now wielded to immobilize the entirety of

the universe.

Exemptions applied solely to those matching his tier and even more exceptional entities. None, however, proved reckless enough to confront him outright in that moment.

Noah suppressed a laugh. To imagine he had already scaled the universe's zenith. The odyssey thus far had been frenzied, in retrospect,

yet profoundly rewarding.

'Yet a voyage devoid of aim is a futile chase. My

objective... where lies my true objective?'

It was meant to embody flawless completion, yet post-converse with Light, Noah deemed it wanting. Be that as it may, such reflections awaited a later hour. For

now...

'Even should I yearn to halt you,' Tiamat replied, 'I possess no means to prevail.'

She paused momentarily, then appended, 'Still, I shall resist you with every fiber to bar your path.'

'Even knowing it spells your demise?'

'Affirmative. I stand to lose little.'

'You could align with us,' Maryam interposed,

raising her brow, 'All it demands is renouncing your

grandmother.'

Tiamat emitted a stark laugh, 'Would you renounce your offspring, Paragon of Authority, regardless of their vilest transgressions?'

The Dragon Princess forwent awaiting a response, 'No, you would not. Hence, why impose it upon me? Do you perchance claim sole dominion

over affection and fidelity?'

'Thus, you'll perish on her behalf?' Red retorted now, her countenance twisting, frothing, crimson rivulets cascading without cease.

'That's ideal,' She persisted, mere inches from Tiamat, 'I

require a token for her upon our encounter. Care to proffer

some suggestions?'

Rea's form had wholly transmuted into sanguine essence, the miasma of demise, terror, apprehension, and woe so dense encircling her that the ether appeared to lament with her each exhalation.

She drew her visage near Tiamat's right auricle, 'I'm attentive.'

Tiamat met it with quietude. She pivoted her head sufficiently to behold

Noah poised there, visage wholly detached, limbs folded across

his torso.

Diatah stood beside him. Her frigid, extraterrestrial gaze appraised her with a trace of mild intrigue. Naught more.

'Your pledge,' Tiamat uttered, tone unwavering despite foreknowledge of her doom and that befalling her entire cadre.

She comprehended, with glacial assurance, that the Noah confronting her knew no peer across the universe.

'They've spawned a fiend. Damn you, Luelle!

'Will you uphold your oath to me, as I upheld mine to you?' She

queried, 'Grant me the chance to sire offspring bearing your lineage ere my fall.

That's my solitary plea.'

'Even in this hour?' Noah quelled a chortle, 'Even cognizant of impending events?'

'Precisely now, my Lord,' Tiamat affirmed with deference, 'My ancestress felled one of yours; retribution is fitting. And

given your superiority, triumph and her slaughter are inevitable. I acknowledge this verity. Yet, for that very cause, I crave your progeny all the more, wishing them empowered to annihilate a lineage should it transgress against them.'

For the initial occasion, Tiamat grinned. She dipped in obeisance, conceding the dominance of the male before her, 'Bestow this upon me, my Lord, then dispatch me, my spirit reduced to echoes you'll preserve for your own. I entreat you.'

Quietude trailed Tiamat's declaration; swiftly sundered by Red's

ghoulish timbre.

'As you desire,' Red replied to her query, then plunged her palm profoundly

into Tiamat's bosom; the gruesome rend of sinew and osseous matter resounding icily, 'Though a heart proves dispensable for continuance.'

She clenched the vital core, wrenching it from its enclosure. Her deed propelled gouts of tissue, skeletal shards, and vital fluid to mist the heavens in visceral splendor. Tiamat emitted a guttural cry, cognition abruptly reeling, hue blanching as she crumpled to the earth, her thorax a yawning abyss bereft of its pump.

Crimson erupted from her maw in retches, her physique shuddering akin to foliage in tempest.

Red disregarded the supplicant at her feet. She scrutinized the anomalous, throbbing relic in her fist; its contours and pigmentation straying from conventional cardiac norms.

Deliberately, she swiveled her head to her consort, and thereafter,

'Let's commence forthwith, husband. The tribute is mine. Thus, our arrival shan't seem neglectful.'

She unveiled a dread-inducing leer.

Noah eyed her with piercing focus, then...

'Who bade me such an exemplary consort?' He remarked airily, 'Approach,

beloved, let's unleash the reprisal.'

He struck his palms, banishing Tiamat to the domain of The Tree of Ashes.

A subsequent strike, and the Vaelgrim lineage teleported straight to

the Dragon's Faction. -End of Chapter 502-