Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 509 What the hell

Events unfolded rapidly in the following moments, as Noah shared the details of his talk with Primus among all his wives.

It was astonishing to see their fury mixed with sheer irritation, aware that Primus had immobilized them, preventing them from joining their husband.

However, that irritation skyrocketed to an entirely new height when Diatah brazenly highlighted it to them, labeling them feeble even as she tried to soften the blow with a glove.

Red was primed for battle. Anya was set to back her up.

Luckily, Christelle got Diatah to hold her tongue, and Selene managed to soothe the furious group of women.

Noah stayed silent. At this point, he understood better than to meddle in the affairs of his wives. In fact, he didn't even glance their way, turning his head sharply to the opposite direction as though something captivating lay there.

Nothing did.

Neko stuck close to him. The feline ignored everything except staying near and atop her beloved. She purred contentedly whenever Noah stroked her fur, but would growl and spit whenever Lea's canine-like aroma approached her territory too closely.

Even that, the Prince had figured out to ignore. It was the key to his thriving and serene life alongside his women.

Provided the boundaries weren't breached and they didn't directly seek his help... he might as well have been invisible.

Yet that didn't prevent the inevitable talk about his choice. “Why did you agree?” Maryam questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Do you

understand, son, that you're setting out to challenge an entire universe? For what purpose exactly?”

“To become—!”

“Ultimate Progenitor.” She cut him off without hesitation. “I get it, son. I know your ambition. But couldn't you rise to that stature in time without clashing against the universe itself?”

“Maryam has a point.” Selene chimed in, her brows furrowed. “Countless paths exist to attain that height without painting a giant ‘target me’ bullseye on your back.”

Noah's mouth quirked slightly.

“On top of everything, there are concealed races out there,” Elira murmured, her tone strained. “We all sense the strength in our bloodlines. But we're merely at the 9th rank? So what if...”

Elira's words trailed off, unwilling to finish the thought. She didn't have to; everyone grasped the terrifying reality all too clearly.

Unable to resist, they all cast a stern look toward Diatah. She ought to have been wiser than to let Noah pursue his whims unchecked.

Regardless of what their husband intended to demonstrate, his arrogance ran deep. And that very arrogance drove him to behave in ways they knew would spark endless troubles.

Now they faced it: one family pitted against the entire cursed universe.

“At worst,” Solaris shattered the heavy quiet, “I'm not fretting over the races we're familiar with and have tales about. What truly worries me are those shrouded in mystery, ones we barely know.”

“There's always a solution.” Noah declared at last. “It may seem impulsive and overconfident from my side, but I wouldn't dive into this if I thought escape was impossible for us.”

He stopped, folding his sturdy arms across his torso. “Plus, remember that advancing to superior ranks demands accomplishments. This scenario

is ideal for gathering those.”

The wives went quiet, acknowledging the validity in his statement. The peril was outrageously high, yet the rewards could be immensely rewarding—if they managed to exploit

it successfully.

“Are you certain of your choice?” Selene inquired gently next, placing a hand over his chest. “It truly doesn't concern me, or any of us for that matter. Our only worry is avoiding seeing you in a condition we'd hate to witness.”

“That won't occur.” Noah stated confidently. “We've all drawn lessons from previous errors and grown far more powerful. Don't overlook that the Throne of the Spirit World answers to me. I command endless warriors ready to battle for me—for all of us.”

He scanned his gaze over each one.

“All it takes is slaying them, and they'll become our troops regardless of their old loyalties. And that includes, my beloved wives, even the

Progenitors.”

He held up two fingers. “I've already claimed Esmeray and Luelle. Should one more drop, we'll gain yet another Progenitor on our level.

Then one more... and yet another...”

Gradually, the expressions on the women's faces shifted.

“And you might not manage to eliminate them just yet.” He grinned. “But I can.”

He gestured to Diatah at his side. “And she can.”

Diatah grinned back at them—smug and taunting.

The wives glared in response.

“So you see I didn't agree out of mere arrogance?” Noah remarked,

letting his arms drop to his sides. “Don't you trust in me?”

“We do, darling. We absolutely do.” Solaris replied. “But faith in you doesn't mean we stop challenging every move you make, husband. We're your partners, not mindless dolls trailing behind you.”

“I'd actually love being a d—!”

SMACK-!

“Hey!!”

“Quiet it, Dominique. Wrong moment for your nonsense.” Sophie delivered a sharp slap to the back of Dominique's head, drawing a fierce stare from her.

Noah gave a subtle smile. “I understand perfectly. And I don't object. Truth be told, I like it.”

“He's fibbing.” Diatah murmured.

Noah shot her a menacing look. She lifted her shoulders dismissively, utterly unconcerned.

“Now we have to devise a plan to pull this off without suffering even one blasted casualty.” Emmie stated firmly, her eyes shining intensely. “I've savored defeat, I've endured death. Both leave a harsh, acrid aftertaste. And I refuse to experience them again.”

She turned to her sister wives. “No further losses.”

“You got that right!” Anya shouted.

Immediately, the women launched into an energetic debate about the upcoming developments—developments that would shape their very being in a deep, lasting manner.

Deep down, they were all tense, but they discovered within the resolve and drive to show they weren't mere burdens to Noah's splendor.

Noah observed them with composure. He tilted his head up, sensing his children reaching out for him, eager for his presence.

He knew it was time to return home. But first, he had to claim his prizes.

Thus, Noah seized control of all the Dragon factions' worlds, along with those of the Elves' factions, before heading toward Laeh. Or so the intention was.

Unexpectedly, Noah encountered an odd predicament. Something he hadn't detected at all, and never would have if he hadn't chanced to examine the home world of the Worldborn.

Aurelia had devastated the world, yet its core remained whole. Given a few more centuries, it would renew itself completely.

But none of that held Noah's attention as he stepped into the World’s Will's domain, intending a quick round of torment. Instead, there sat an elven lady, breathtaking and elegant even as she devoured pastries with enormous, joyful chomps, eyes squeezed shut in delight. The World’s Will knelt before her, cradling her feet and kneading them with utmost tenderness.

The atmosphere within was tranquil and picturesque, like a vision of heaven a commoner might dream up.

“Now, what the heck is going on here?”

-End of Chapter 509-