Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 450 - Cries of relief. Cries of uncertainty.

The mere presence of Noah caused everyone—his wives, the Origins, and even Luelle and the Legacy Bearers—to gaze upon him as if they were mortals beholding a god.

A primordial pressure radiated from him, making them feel insignificantly small.

Without realizing it, they licked their lips, only now noticing how parched they had become.

Standing taller than before, the Prince remained still, his golden-crimson hair flowing behind him like a vast ocean where heaven and hell collided.

His complexion was radiant and smooth, while his mismatched eyes of gold and crimson forced even Luelle to lower her head in instinctive fear.

Selene was the first to experience a profound internal shift. Previously, she had felt a magnetic attraction toward Maryam, similar to the pull metal feels toward a magnet.

However, that sensation had completely vanished.

A sense of liberation washed over her, as though her existence was no longer a mere extension of Maryam but a complete, unique entity of its own.

Dazed, she watched the Soul Ruler, who remained kneeling on the ground without moving a muscle, paralyzed by the fear of drawing Maryam's focus.

It was a futile effort.

While Providence roared within Noah’s mind, shouting about how he could transform Maryam into the Will of his territory, much like the Records, Maryam turned her gaze toward Selene and began to walk forward.

Although her footsteps were silent, they seemed to resonate loudly within the minds of everyone present.

A sense of dread began to brew.

The wives adjusted their positions, tightening their formation to shield Selene.

"Soul Ruler or not," Appolonia declared, her soul’s innate arrogance flashing in her eyes, "you will not touch Selene."

"Don't make us fight you," Elira giggled, with Justicia standing beside her, "you are Noah's mother, after all."

"Noah?" Maryam laughed softly, continuing her approach, completely unphased by their warnings. "His name is Brandon. Didn't I say it? Noah was nothing but a false name to hide his true essence."

"Who cares?" Red cackled, standing with Anya. "To you it might be fake, dear mother-in-law, but to us..."

Ester added smoothly, "...there is nothing more real than Noah Vaelgrim, our husband."

Finally stopping her advance, Maryam tilted her head as if struck by a sudden thought.

From behind them, Noah silently observed the interaction.

Suddenly, he felt a sensation.

Looking down, he saw Lea, Neko, and Lucie clinging to his legs and chest.

Because they had sacrificed everything to follow him into the Spirit World, they had been stripped of their ability to transform.

He could see the painful longing in their eyes to be with him in those lost forms.

With a gentle smile, Noah reached out and touched each of them.

"Was it hard, sweethearts?"

Upon his touch, they were instantly transmuted. Neko became a cat, Lea a charming dog, and Lucie a crow.

They moved in a blur, reclaiming their familiar spots on his body.

As they watched the unfolding scene, their replies reached Noah's ears.

"It was hard, Master-Husband," Lea barked, showing her affection by licking his left cheek.

"Nothing too hard for you, Noah," Neko meowed, nuzzling against his right cheek.

"It was an interesting new experience," Lucie crowed, gently pecking at Noah’s hair.

A smile played on the Prince's lips.

"You have done well. More than you believe. You have lost your powers, but sometimes you need to lose something to gain something better."

"You will be fine."

"We never doubted," they spoke together. "We never doubted you, Husband."

Even with his altered state, their faith remained unshaken.

Yet...

'You should have,' Noah thought with a touch of irony.

He shook his head and redirected his attention toward Maryam and the rest of his wives.

"Noah, huh?" she mused, focusing her gaze on Selene. "In essence, you have raised Noah. I have raised Brandon. He is the same individual, yet we have perceived him through different lenses."

She smiled.

"And now, he has changed again. He appears to be something greater than before. He is Brandon. He is Noah. He is something entirely new. Do you know what that means?"

Her inquiry was directed solely at Selene.

The others began to ease their tension, seeing Noah’s calm observation and the peaceful vibe Maryam was projecting. It was evident the woman no longer sought to absorb Selene.

Luminara found herself confused by this change of heart.

Nevertheless, the realization brought a wave of exhaustion over the wives as the adrenaline and pressure finally subsided.

Their only desire now was to embrace Noah, seeking a warmth that would wash away the dark emotions clouding their minds.

Wives like Red, Anya, Christelle, Alice, Emmy, and Virgo moved toward him immediately, needing that comfort.

The others stayed by Selene’s side, watching as the color returned to her face.

"What does it mean?" Selene asked softly.

"It is like having a baby all over again," Maryam replied. "One we hardly knew. It is a strange comparison, but it is the most accurate one. And a baby requires parents. Noah has no father. He will never have one."

A wicked smile crossed Maryam’s face.

"I ensured the one who deceived me on Earth was sent into oblivion after eons of torment."

The wives shared that dark smile with her.

"He lacked a father," Maryam went on. "But do you know what he does have?"

"Two mothers," Selene answered quickly, an unconscious smile forming on her lips.

"Yes," the Soul Ruler agreed, now standing just inches away.

She reached out her hand to the kneeling Selene. "And our son is quite a handful. I believe he requires two mothers."

Selene giggled as she took Maryam's hand. "Finally, someone who understands how difficult it is to raise someone like Noah."

She stood up to face Maryam. Though the First Soul was taller, they did not look at each other as superior and subordinate in that moment.

They were not creator and creation.

They were simply two mothers who shared an impossible, unprecedented love for their son.

Still, one detail remained to be settled.

"I prefer to be called Mother," Maryam stated.

"As do I," Selene challenged.

They went silent, staring at each other before...

"We need distinctions," they said simultaneously, immediately beginning a heated discussion to find a compromise on how Noah should address them.

Meanwhile, the other wives swarmed Noah, embracing him so forcefully that he felt as if his very breath was being squeezed out.

He smiled, feeling the massive wave of relief coming from them.

However, his smile was tinged with sorrow, acknowledging the immense pain and trauma they had endured.

The clashes with the Origins and Legacy Bearers had left them all humbled and shattered.

They had realized their own profound weakness and felt they were not yet fit to be called Conquerors.

They might be feared now, but not for their strength—only because they were perceived as madwomen who would throw everything away for a single win.

There was bravery in their deeds, but to the wives, that courage only existed because of Noah. Had he not led the way, they never would have followed.

In the end, were they truly brave?

They didn't think so.

They were simply too terrified to exist in a world where Noah was gone.

That was the only reason they followed him.

Now that the crisis had passed, doubt began to surface.

Were they truly worthy? Could they keep pace with Noah? If a similar situation arose, would sacrificing their lives even matter?

These questions rattled in their minds, leaving them trembling like mortals caught in a winter chill.

They bit their lips, struggling to hold back tears in front of their enemies.

It was a losing battle.

And it became even more difficult when Noah pulled them into a protective embrace, remaining silent at first before speaking a few words.

"You honored yourselves. You honored the bloodline. You honored me."

"So weep if you must. Release the poison in your hearts and souls. And let me tell you this, my ladies..."

His voice softened to a whisper.

"I am proud to be your husband."

They clung to him even tighter, muffled sobs of relief and uncertainty finally breaking through.

Noah’s voice grew even quieter, so faint they had to listen intently.

"And I hope you are proud of me, too."