Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 510 - My beautiful, stunning, dazzling and incredible Queen

The scene appeared bizarre yet strangely serene. In truth, the most captivating element here was the woman's indifferent face as she gazed upon Noah.

She showed no sign of ignorance. Quite the opposite, actually. Boundless wisdom lurked in her green eyes, overshadowed by the sheer delight from the food she gulped down—not just consuming.

She resembled a void.

The World's Will, a green and yellow figure resembling wood with a rounded form and full physique, cast a sidelong glance at Noah before dismissing him once more.

It seemed more vital to satisfy the woman's cravings than to bother gazing at him and spoil her view. Still, silence didn't reign between them.

Politeness wasn't their strong suit.

"Mistress, can you sense it? It seems he is the new Progenitor." The World's Will declared, her tone resembling rustling foliage.

"Oh yes, oh yes," the woman affirmed, nodding with her mouth stuffed with endless pastries, bits and remnants dotting her lips' edges—she paid them no mind.

"Funny, truly funny! That mean bitch Luelle is not only dead but even got her power stolen! Hahahahaha!" She erupted in wild laughter, scattering food particles everywhere. "How I wish I could see her face! Don't you think, Arbre, that it would have been quite a sight?"

"No doubt, oh my beautiful, stunning, dazzling and incredible Queen!" Arbre's words dripped with adoration and respect. "But I believe she

deserves way worse than this after what she had done to you. Maybe we can order the man gawking at us behind to retrieve her back so that we can torture her."

The lovely elven lady halted, tilted her head upward, and licked her strawberry-juice-coated fingers.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes! Why not, sweetheart? Why not, truly? But can you ask him? I don't like talking to males."

"But my beautiful, stunning, dazzling and incredible Queen! I hate them too!"

"For me, sweetheart. For me." She stroked the World's Will's head with her grimy hand. "And do it fast, he is looking at me too intensely. I am losing my appetite!" Her tone overflowed with sadness, as though Noah's mere stare caused her profound discomfort.

Noah, on the other hand, stood frozen, his features a perfect picture of shock. His eyes and mouth kept spasming, as he overheard the pair discussing him like an absent object.

And as though that wasn't enough, Arbre slowly turned her head toward him with reluctance, and uttered words with evident strain, avoiding eye contact not from bashfulness, but from profound aversion to all things male.

"My beautiful, stunning, incredible Queen want-!"

"You have forgotten dazzling, sweetheart!"

"Sorry! My beautiful, stunning, dazzling and incredible Queen orders you to give her Luelle. She has a vengeance to deliver." Arbre hesitated, then raised her gaze to peer at Noah through her wooden strands of hair.

"Will you obey?"

"Why would I?" Noah replied, a mix of entertainment and annoyance in his voice.

"Why wouldn't you? Don't you know who you are in front of?"

'Girl, I should be the one saying that!' Noah mused silently, yet chose to follow her lead.

"Matter of fact, I don't." He stated, folding his arms over his torso, while simultaneously detecting his wives' nearing presence. "Who do I have in front of me?"

Arbre held back her response for a moment.

However...

"Sweetheart, you can answer. But do you have some leftover of the skin of my supposed son?"

"Yes, my beautiful, stunning, dazzling and incredible Queen!" Arbre agreed, snapping her fingers to summon the remains of a decapitated male, devoid of numerous limbs.

Noah's gaze sparked with familiarity, widening in surprise.

"They can say whatever they want about the Vaelgrim, but those guys sure knew how to cut a body cleanly. Who did this?" The woman chuckled, grabbing a blade to slice off the corpse's left arm. Next, she added spices and ignited a tiny green flame to prepare it.

"I heard it's from the Sword Goddess, Yuki Vaelgrim. Her talent is commendable." Arbre responded, before licking her lips and pivoting back to Noah. "Oh, I have forgotten to answer you."

She flashed a insincere grin.

"You have in front of you the one and only Queen of Elves, the Wife of the unworthy Worldborn, and the mother of the unworthy and disgusting Chosen One of the Elves, Orion Worldborn!"

Noah gaped at the lady, whose lips trailed blood and succulent flesh from her deceased son's body. She grinned back, revealing morsels lodged in her teeth, as Arbre announced the name, "Her name is Fatima Zaynab Worldborn!" Arbre proclaimed with immense pride. "So bow to her! Bow to the First Worldborn! Bow to the True Mother of Elves!"

The lady, Fatima, shifted her attention back to her feast, indifferent to Noah's horrified expression, much less the fresh arrivals entering her tranquil abode.

She focused on devouring. Devouring the remains of her defiant offspring.

"Ah, what a shame," Fatima grumbled, evident grief lacing her

voice. "How could I have wished to have the corpse of that useless husband. Damn you, Esmeray!"

"Oh, my..." Noah murmured, speechless for the first time in ages.

"What's happening here, Noah?" Alice questioned, an eerie sensation gripping her.

"What's happening here?" Noah repeated, offering a uneasy smile. "Alice,

darling, I wish to know that too."

Silence enveloped them all, as they regarded the woman feasting on her kin with revulsion and concealed fear.

Noah might have acted in various ways then. Yet, weary and requiring moments to absorb the chaos, he merely shut his eyes, invoked his Progenitor power to seize the world like ripe produce from a branch, and departed for Laeh alongside his wives.

Fatima and Arbre yelled after him, but he pretended not to hear.

His thoughts raced.

'Is it just me or was it oddly sexy?'

At that instant, he realized he was beyond saving.

'Now I am horny. Can I indulge myself once more?'

Uttered the individual meant to battle an entire Universe.

'Ah...Should I go see Nafi?'

The Origin Will of the Spirit World would undoubtedly welcome his visit.

And if not...

'Meh...who cares. She will get used to it!'

...

"The Great Hunt of the Horn, my dear tribesmen, is finally about to

begin." A masculine tone resounded in the shadows, where visibility failed save for eyes—eyes far too horrific, too alien to depict.

"It's the time we have been waiting for! The time to finally discard our

shackles and seek a higher Path."

"The other tribes will participate?" Another tone probed.

"Why, of course, yes!"

"Even the tribe of Hushu?" This time, the tone carried veiled worry.

"All of them, I say. All of them will participate. Do you know what that

means?"

"End of the Universe. Rebirth of the universe into our image."

"Oh but oh yes! We have let those children run free for epochs. It's

time for them, my tribesmen, to enter a deep slumber."

"One they will never awake from."

"However, my brothers, I advise you to choose some of them as aid, or

even better...as slaves. Some are interesting enough to be used to tend our warhorses, for example."

"Who might you be talking about, brother?"

"There are some. The twin of Lilith, Asmodeus and Asaemon. There is

Aurelia, whose identity the Shaman revealed is more than what she let

show. There is Dancer, the hidden bastard. Not forgetting also the newly appointed Queen of Dreams and the Light of Mercy. The last two are interesting, for they are siblings. But do you know what's

more interesting?"

"Oh?"

"Their father and by extension their mothers. And I—!"

"He is mine."

A voice descended, bringing with it a heavy hush.

The voice chilled, feminine in nature, originating from eyes distinct from the others.

"Take whoever you want," the voice continued. "But Noah Vaelgrim is

mine."

-End of Chapter 510-