Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 504: Rage

Chapter 504 – Rage

Red and the rest of his wives turned their heads sharply toward Noah, their expressions filled with utter confusion.

"Soulbeast?" They all repeated together, with more than half lacking knowledge of its true nature.

Just Diatah, Maryam, and Virgo understood the weight of such an entity, which left them the most shocked by their husband's choice.

"Are you certain?" Maryam asked, her gaze locked on Esmeray's ongoing metamorphosis and the universe's tremors surrounding them.

It felt truly magical. She could already sense watchful eyes bearing down on them and certain auras boldly approaching their location.

Yet, thanks to Noah’s protective barrier enveloping the entire Dragon’s Faction domain, intruders would hesitate before crossing the threshold.

"This is a chance we can't miss." Noah replied, reclining back in his seat for greater ease.

A field of crimson-gold energy enveloped him and his wives—a force that absorbed every errant thread of energy from Esmeray's changes.

This energy resembled void closely, rendering it unsettling even to those closest to him.

"A Soulbeast symbolizes a Family, a Faction, or in extremely rare instances, one person alone." Diatah murmured softly, "Selecting this creature for us feels like a slight against my legacy."

"Our family?" Noah countered, cocking his head, "Darling, you're warming up to it, huh? I'm truly delighted with your progress."

Diatah fixed him with a fierce stare, "This isn't the moment for your silly banter, Noah. I could've offered a far better Soulbeast."

"I realize that." He agreed with a nod, "But this one's decent enough. Why overreact? It's not impossible for her to advance and transform further."

A faint smile crossed his lips,

"I don't possess anything inferior. You'd have to doubt my abilities deeply if you think my blood won't turn her into something remarkable."

"Your bloodline sits at Reality level only." Diatah sneered, "What's there to boast about?"

"Can't this lady just keep quiet?" Apollonia snapped, eyeing Diatah with clear contempt, "and learn to speak properly to our husband."

"I figured I wasn't alone in feeling annoyed." Anta chimed in, her eyes narrowing, "She provokes my destructive instincts so perfectly that I yearn to release them on her. May I, darling?"

Thus unfolded the tension, as the wives grew increasingly frustrated by Diatah’s persistent rudeness and haughtiness toward Noah.

Noah himself grinned. He remained unbothered by Diatah’s tone, provided it stayed within bounds; however, he recognized his wives lacked his patience.

Nevertheless, this wasn't the right moment to correct Diatah—not that it would yield results. The Prince observed her features hardening progressively.

She avoided physical confrontations, yet the heir of Desdomona wielded a razor-sharp tongue capable of driving anyone to despair.

Therefore,

"Enough of this." Noah cut in, instantly silencing the group, "Red, her soul has fully transformed now."

As if awaiting that exact cue, Red moved without delay, approaching Esmeray at a measured pace.

The core transformation had wrapped up, leaving only the external, corporeal form unfinished.

Noah enveloped Red with his fresh State 'Cloud' and channeled a fragment of his essence through her. This move elevated Red’s strength dramatically, allowing her to navigate the turbulent energies from Esmeray’s evolution unscathed.

The universe's quakes intensified markedly.

"Elves exist, particularly the Worldborn—our foes." Noah noted, "Dragons are among us too. But wiping out such species entirely from our cosmos serves no purpose."

He halted briefly, watching Red reach Esmeray, then resumed:

"That said, I demand the Worldborn eradicated, utterly vanished. Proceed, then, and eliminate them all, sparing just sufficient numbers for future generations."

He sought to avoid further diminishing the universe's vitality, despite knowing the possible advantages of such depletion.

Upon hearing his command, the wives acted swiftly. Each one set out, dispersing across the Dragon’s Faction realms akin to birds on migration.

Diatah alone stayed behind, and Noah hadn't anticipated otherwise.

Thus, he remained seated in comfort, observing Red kneel down, grasp a fistful of Esmeray's green-black tresses, and pull with force potent enough to pulverize a planet into ashes.

That's when Noah spotted Esmeray's altered visage. Her locks now blended green with black streaks—sleek, lustrous, and flowing.

Her ears stretched longer than before, her eyes featured white sclera with leafy, slit green pupils. Her skin turned verdant, adorned by black markings across her chest—encompassing breasts and abdomen—in an enchanting tribal pattern.

Her allure had evolved into something unprecedented. Noah detected the intertwined forces of elves and dragons, plus a finer essence, fusing flawlessly within her.

Though her shift remained partially undone, her might could slay Red countless times.

Yet, Noah’s blood droplet restrained Esmeray’s inner energies, while his augmentation on Red reached unparalleled heights.

Combined, these elements produced the terrifying spectacle unfolding before Noah and Diatah.

Red gripped Esmeray's silken mane, repeatedly slamming her cranium against the floor. Bone-shattering echoes and pulverizing noises filled the space chillingly, mingled with Esmeray's piercing cries of fury.

The Paragon of War paid no heed. As Esmeray's blood stained the surface, Red manipulated it to form deadly spikes infused with death and war essences.

Through her war domain, she commanded facets like perpetual grief, fear, panic, and despair.

She kept driving the head of this fresh Paragon of Dragons and Elves onto those spikes. Esmeray’s countenance ripped apart, eyes gouged and burst, nostrils shredded then crushed, lips severed, teeth shattered, elongated ears gnawed away by Red’s own bite.

The scene was nightmarish, and Red shed crimson tears throughout, her thoughts dwelling on her daughter, yet also her son-in-law, Aurelia, and the steady, trustworthy Eric.

The deeper her reflections on them, the fiercer her blows grew, until Esmeray’s cranium split wide.

Within lay a marvel, but the Paragon of War hammered ruthlessly with her fist wrapped in malevolent force.

On the eighth strike, Esmeray’s head dissolved into a pulp of carnage.

Following hours of unbridled fury, the ordeal concluded, noises ceased, yet a dense aroma permeated the air.

Red Vaelgrim knelt there, her features and form drenched in gore, eyes weeping, frame shuddering as she gazed upon Esmeray's motionless form.

The Primordial had perished.

Red’s fury lingered undiminished. She bowed her head, sobbing like a little one, cupping her face in gore-smeared palms.

Abruptly, she stilled, sensing Noah's warm embrace encircling her.

Without lifting her gaze, she sobbed more intensely, clutching him desperately. Noah stayed silent initially, then lifted his hand to stroke her hair tenderly.

"She'll return." He assured her, "I swear it."

Precisely then, his wives reappeared, some immaculate, others soaked in blood.

Their missions were accomplished.

And so,

<Conditions have been met.>

<The Paragons are ready for a rank up.>

—End of Chapter 504—