Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 507 - Talk with Primus

Noah sank into profound quiet, staring fixedly at Primus as his mind swirled with endless thoughts.

Primus's declaration couldn't be dismissed easily, given the immense scale of his demand. Still, prior to even pondering the offer, countless doubts remained to be cleared away.

Thus, Noah shook his head gently, composed himself, settled into the most relaxed position possible under the circumstances, and opened his mouth.

"Why me?" Noah inquired, his tone carrying a clear edge of gravity blended with commanding presence. "I know I'm powerful. I also know I'm unique. But what makes you so sure I wouldn't pursue the Horn just like everyone else?"

His mouth twisted slowly into a frosty grin.

"You'd have to be a complete idiot not to think of that, Primus. And I can't stand idiots."

"I would, wouldn't I." Primus agreed with a nod, then waved his hand broadly. Suddenly, teacups and a jar—emitting fragrant nectar that filled the entire domain—materialized on the table.

Primus ran his tongue over his lips before speaking again.

"That said, Prince, I've existed far beyond your wildest guesses. Universes endure for ages. And they call me Primus. Remember, Prince, names carry weight. Mine weighs tremendously, more than most, allowing entities like you to emerge within it."

He halted, raised his gaze to meet theirs, and grinned. "Now, don't misunderstand. I'm not claiming perfection, but certain errors I won't repeat anymore."

He filled two teacups with tea and slid them softly toward Noah and Diatah. The pair glanced at the cups, then at one another, prior to grasping them.

The liquid felt warm yet refreshing.

"So explain why." Noah urged, taking a sip. His eyes suddenly widened in shock at the exquisite flavor surging through him.

Diatah seemed equally delighted by it.

"I wasn't finished, that's all." Primus responded, tasting his own brew. "For I'd suggest something far better suited to what you truly require."

"Perhaps my desires center on the Horn."

"If what you crave is dominating a fading old entity like myself, bragging about it like a kid with a shiny toy, then yes, it would. But if your ambition is to stand as the Supreme..."

At that, Noah stopped, tilting his head up to observe Primus's grinning expression.

"...then perhaps, Prince, we might explore that further."

"The Supreme?" Noah repeated.

"You've claimed the role of Progenitor for Dragons and Elves. Frankly, Esmeray caught me off guard. It's regrettable to witness her plight now."

"Don't cross the line." Noah warned sharply.

Primus lifted his hands in mock defeat. "Have I?" He laughed lightly before resuming. "Anyway, you've risen as Progenitor of Dragons and Elves. A fascinating role, yet does your vision extend no further?"

He flashed a toothy smile.

"Can't you envision greater heights, Prince?"

"I detest empty talk."

"I dislike hasty folks as well. Am I whining, Prince?"

Noah frowned deeply.

Primus smirked wider. "To put it simply, dear Prince, what are your thoughts on ascending as the sole Progenitor of the Primus Universe? The Source of Everything? The Supreme?"

Noah's heart pounded wildly, his heartbeat accelerating as Primus's statement sank into his consciousness.

Beside him, Diatah displayed shock laced with keen interest. She fixed her gaze on the Universe's Will, slitting them threateningly.

"Why would you?" She snarled, drawing Noah's focus back to the moment. "You're handing over your universe's shattered core essence to just one individual. No matter the spin, puppet, it makes no sense for someone guarding against inner traitors." "Valid point." Primus drawled lazily. "But you've overlooked key details, Outsider."

The Will extended his slim, ghostly finger toward the seated Noah.

"This splendid Prince won't turn on me after taking the bargain. See, types like him uphold an image. They refuse to tarnish it."

"Then you don't know me at all, Primus."

"You originated in my domain." Primus stated, eyeing him closely. "Thus, I do, Noah Brandon. Quite thoroughly."

Noah sneered back.

The Will shifted his focus to Diatah once more.

"And understand, Outsider, the sole method to ensure he safeguards me without becoming one of my pursuers is to offer him power on that scale."

He offered a slim, strained smile. "So you grasp it, Outsider—I'm left with no options. This is the cost I must endure to shield myself from my fractured aspects."

"A harsh cost, I'd wager. One you'll probably rue." She sneered. "How pitiful, isn't it?"

"Indeed, utterly so. Frailty has this insane knack for making you crave oblivion in reality. But it never obliges. Mother's grace!"

"Power alone is the reality."

"A reality." Primus amended softly. "Merely one among countless others. Not the ultimate one."

"But does one exist?" Noah interjected. "In this universe, this existence, or across all the vast realms where tales play out... is there a Singular Supreme Reality?"

That query seemed to halt the world abruptly. It was as if Noah delved into something arcane, something... essential.

The trio entered an odd ambiance, where even Diatah's features dimmed with yearning.

A profound, devouring yearning ready to erupt like turbulent waves in a tempestuous evening.

Only then did Noah catch a hint of Diatah's true pursuit.

"I can't resolve that on a grand level, but within my bounds... in my universe, yes." Primus declared, pointing a finger skyward. "Our universe holds no singular reality—not from its absence, but from having forfeited it."

"Huh?" Noah and Diatah both blurted, confused.

"The Reality is singular, yet named in multitudes." The Will murmured.

"All due to perceiving IT differently. And after endless eons in that relentless loop, we've misplaced the Singular Supreme Reality, facing fragments instead."

Noah drew a deep, uneven breath, his being grasping at the elusive depth in those statements.

A fragment of him trembled, pushing him to probe deeper into this mystery.

But the sensation faded swiftly, and Primus pressed on fluidly.

The Will regarded Diatah. "Hence, for some, Reality means Power. Others discover it in aligning with their inner essence. And so forth."

The pair opened their mouths together to voice the question lingering since this peculiar talk of Reality began, but Primus preempted them.

"Yet we're not gathered here for such debate. I'd be delighted, truly, and eager to elaborate further once..."

He beamed innocently, glancing from Noah to Diatah.

"...once my thoughts are unburdened by concerns. You get it, don't you? A free mind speaks more freely. That's why fools babble endlessly."

His remark drew scowls from the couple, who eyed him with clear contempt.

"We could assault you right now, seize your Horn, and compel you to talk." Diatah warned boldly.

"I embody a Universe's Will." Primus shot back, his voice tensing. "I possess my dignity. And requesting—requiring—aid doesn't equate to abandoning it. Attack me, and you'll gain zilch from me. Save for delightful troubles, like wandering homeless in this chaotic Reality. Oh, I'd relish watching that. You wouldn't?"

"I despise threats." Noah slit his eyes. "Looks like we share that trait at last." He sipped his tea, then set it down with a gentle click. "Your response, Prince!"

Noah responded with quiet initially. He glanced at Diatah, their gazes exchanging volumes in a private bond.

The woman felt far from thrilled at how effortlessly he read her mind, and she his. Still, Diatah would be dishonest denying the pleasure in that connection.

Yet naturally, she'd bury such feelings deep. Unaware of Diatah's inner conflict, Noah replied. "Ultimate Progenitor," he stated, with a subtle smile, "I approve of the title."

"And I approve of your approval, Prince. I believe we could collaborate. Allies, perhaps?" "Appealing, but pass."

"Harsh. Associate, then. Agreement?"

Noah revealed a toothy grin. "Agreement."

-End of Chapter 507-