Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 511 - Fatherless yet a Father

"Noah Vaelgrim is mine."

The assembly of Sunu Gall Tribe elders plunged into instant silence. Although no one could glimpse their expressions, their gazes gradually turned toward the icy and womanly voice that had just declared it.

The quiet stretched on and intensified, almost building to a suffocating wave of concealed tension, until one daring soul shattered it without pity.

"Noah Vaelgrim, Oldest Sister?" The man cautiously inquired. "What could that fellow possibly do to earn your curse-! I mean, your esteemed notice?"

The rest of the tribesmen whipped their heads in the speaker's direction, their stares plainly revealing a desire to do far worse than just glare at such a blunder.

The woman offered no reply. Yet someone else did—the one seated nearest to her. Thus, a raspy, aged voice resounded:

"His name rings familiar to many." The voice murmured, as though raising it higher might end his life, but all hung on every word with intense focus. "He stands as the Universe's destroyer. Ah..."

He let out a clear lip-smack. The grin in his tone was evident, even if unseen.

"...perhaps too grand a title for him, I'd guess. Better to call him the Wounder of the Universe."

"That fellow?" A voice burst out. "Fascinating. I've caught plenty of tales about him. But are you certain, Oldest Sister? Rumors claim numerous tribes crave that man and his kin. Even the Hushu Tribe."

Some gazes visibly narrowed in disapproval.

"What draws those folks to him?"

"His potential, naturally. Noah Vaelgrim holds the greatest promise ever seen across this entire Universe. Didn't you detect his coming a few hours back?"

"Ah, right. That was him, huh? Has he seized command of the Spirit World? How captivating. Truly captivating."

"So that's the reason they seek to claim him."

"Exactly. And you know the outcome when the Hushu tribesmen set their sights on something."

A wave of unease swiftly permeated the concealed domain.

"Pointless hassle. Still," another added, glancing toward the Oldest Sister, "His offspring are remarkably powerful, Oldest Sister. In my view, the Light of Mercy would suit you ideally."

"The Queen of Dreams?"

"That's problematic. She's bound to the Universe of Dreamspawn. And everyone knows its ruler."

"The One Who Dreams?"

"Indeed. Nobody wants dealings with that entity."

"But why select her as Queen?"

"Hard to say? Yet tales suggest The One Who Dreams foretold the emergence of the Queen of Dreams from some other Universe. A Queen for the Dreamspawn, and sovereign over his realm. In short, we should set her aside. The Light of Mercy suffices amply."

"His spouses as well. The Malan Tribe revels in carnal indulgences. We could negotiate with them after securing the-!"

"Was my statement unclear?" The Oldest Sister interjected once more, her tone even frostier. "Noah belongs to me, and so will his wives, for he'll never fully be mine unless that holds true."

"Why-!"

"The Shaman declared it."

"But why crave him so fiercely, Oldest Sister?" The voice pressed in a frantic manner.

The Oldest Sister paused before responding, her stare fixed steadily until she permitted the words to slip from her revered lips.

"Because this round, I desire his love rather than his hatred."

It seemed the cosmos itself was collapsing, with eyes widening to the brink of bursting.

"And that revelation birthed this fresh choice I wished to reveal to you, my fellow tribesmen..."

A sinister grin formed from eyes emerged in the shadows right beneath the Oldest Sister's own gaze.

"No member of our Sunu Gall Tribe shall assault the Vaelgrim Family. Is that understood?"

Folk started collapsing to the ground.

"No one."

The Oldest Sister hissed sharply.

'I won't permit even the Pillars to harm you, Raj.This time, I'll remain at your side.This time, you...

...

"Father!" Premier and Foxy exclaimed in boundless delight, flinging their arms around Noah in a tight embrace.

They weren't alone in joining. Fated, Destiny, and Caus showed up as well, unwilling to skip the touching reunion.

The women lingered nearby, observing the display with gentle smiles curving their mouths, yet harboring profound concealed astonishment.

They sensed the immense power emanating from Premier and Foxy, surging like an overflowing sea—and a few had to concede they'd face difficulty against them.

That insight only fueled their drive to ascend further along the path of power.

Ever upward.

"Ah well, haven't you all matured, my dears?" Noah remarked in a cheerful voice, gazing at his kids with swelling pride. "You exceed every expectation I held."

"Is that praise, father?" Foxy chuckled lightly.

"Absolutely, yes, my Queen of Dreams."

Foxy's cheeks burned crimson with shyness. "Oh no! Not you too, father!"

The Dreamspawn in the background started weeping discreetly at their Queen's ongoing denial of her elevated role.

"You're upsetting the devoted ladies. Why resist it?"

Premier smirked.

Foxy shot him a sharp look.

"Yes, sister, it's your destiny." Destiny chimed in, clinging to Noah's left arm and planting a teasing kiss on it.

Fated mirrored her, latching onto Noah's right arm like a koala gripping a trunk.

"I'd venture it's your supreme Fate."

Caus, on the other hand, looped his small arms around Noah's neck.

"Caus believes escape is impossible. Probability, per Caus? Zero."

In the rear, the Dreamspawn grinned, nearly entertaining the irreverent idea of kissing the feet of anyone besides their Queen.

Luckily, their thoughts stayed private.

Still, Foxy grew tired of their teasing, launching into an argument with her siblings over the merits of tending to their own affairs.

Noah let out a hearty laugh, effortlessly lifting his right hand to tousle Premier's hair with fondness.

"You performed splendidly, Premier." He stated with a broad grin. "You truly excelled."

Premier's eyes gleamed, though he pressed his lips inward, halting the tears from spilling. "Thanks, father."

"Was it tough?"

At those words, Noah's children all recoiled instinctively. Premier failed to contain the tears cascading down his face any longer.

The wives sprang into alertness right away. Shadeva moved swiftly behind Premier, enveloping him in a warm hug from the back.

Premier had long been her preferred one.

Noah's expression stayed composed, yet a flicker of concern lingered deep in his gaze, as he awaited his eldest's response. After regaining composure, Premier replied, his voice strangely serene:

"It was tough, father. Truly tough." He grinned, his eyes alight with held-back tears. "But I succeeded."

His grin expanded into a strikingly radiant expression.

"I accomplished it, father. I didn't let you down. I didn't fail mothers. I didn't fail my siblings. I..." his throat constricted, fresh tears streaming,

"...I didn't fail our family."

Shadeva squeezed him closer, while Maryam drew near the quietly sobbing Foxy, grasping both her granddaughter and daughter in one go.

The rest approached Caus, Destiny, and Fated, who wept for reasons unclear even to themselves.

In a flash, the entire family clustered in a group embrace, shedding tears, with Noah at the center, watching his sobbing eldest. He grinned, his own eyes misting over, detecting a veiled sorrow in his son's gaze. But he dipped his head slightly, concealing his tears, and murmured in the gentlest, most affectionate tone he'd ever employed:

"Yes," a single tear slid free, "You proved yourself worthy."

He pulled his son into an embrace.

"You've always been worthy, Premier. And I'm immensely proud of you."

That reassurance was everything Premier required, unleashing a torrent of unrestrained sobs.

There existed a deep significance in receiving your father's validation.

Premier experienced it fully then.

And he would carry that sensation forever, beyond the close of all things.

-End of Chapter 511-

-End of Volume 5: A Fatherless Selfborn Being yet a Father-