Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 451 - No way out

The settling process for the wives required significantly more time than Noah had anticipated.

Once Selene finished her conversation with Maryam, she approached the group and embraced her son, her entire being radiating a sense of profound relief.

Maryam refused to stay on the sidelines. With a bold stride, she walked toward them, completely ignoring Luminara as she joined the Vaelgrim family’s emotional reunion.

Luminara, however, could only observe. She remained on her knees, her jaw dropped in silence as she gazed at her kin. She found herself questioning if they truly were her family at all.

A part of her soul seemed to fracture in that moment.

After everything she had done, it appeared that no one spared her a single thought.

She bit her lip and tried to catch her daughter’s gaze, but Neko refused to even glance at her mother.

As for Selene, the divine beast was wise enough not to expect much. Nevertheless, a small spark of hope remained... a hope that Selene would recall the sacrifices she had made.

She remembered how she had protected her from the most terrifying threats without a moment's hesitation.

If Maryam was the source of Selene’s soul, then Luminara was the architect of her flesh and physical form. In a way, she was Selene’s creator as well.

She desperately wanted to voice these thoughts, but the words remained lodged in her throat, unable to escape.

Regarding Maryam... Luminara had envisioned a much warmer reception. She had hoped for a display of affection or gratitude for her past actions.

Luminara had spent her life in constant terror, fearing the moment the Progenitor of the Divine Beasts would hunt her and Selene down.

It had all been for Maryam’s grand design. She had done it to satisfy her and show gratitude for the second chance she had been given. She simply wished to be closer to the Soul Ruler.

But seeing Maryam with her son now, Luminara understood she was merely a discarded pawn with zero worth.

In this moment of clarity, Luminara felt a deep regret for her past choice to remain distant from the other wives.

Due to that isolation, none of them felt enough sympathy for her to offer any assistance.

She was certain that if Selene demanded her execution, not a single person would protest. If they did, it would be solely for Neko’s sake.

Only for Neko. Never for her.

Luminara let out a small whimper, struggling to hold back a sob as tears began to fall. She was consumed by regret, but the universe remained indifferent, as it always had.

However, she wasn't the only one facing a dire situation.

The Origins, the Legacy Bearers, and Luelle were all watching Noah embrace his wives with a growing sense of horror.

The realization that the Soul Ruler was Noah’s mother meant they were utterly finished.

They weren't stupid; they knew challenging a Ruler within her own territory was a futile endeavor. It was an impossible task.

For a fleeting second, they wondered if True Death would have been a kinder fate than what was about to unfold.

But then...

“We need an escape,” Luelle whispered, her voice strained and heavy as she communicated mentally with the others. “We must find a way out of this.”

“Isn’t this disaster your doing?” the King in the North hissed at Luelle, the veins on his forehead bulging with rage. “The other progenitors never interfere with their factions' business. Only you, Luelle! Only you! Now look at the catastrophe your meddling has caused!”

Luelle shot him a murderous look. “I would shut—!”

“You be quiet.” The Mother of Change interrupted her coldly, making sure not to make any sudden movements that might alert Noah.

“Let’s be realistic, Luelle. In this place, you are just another trapped soul under a Ruler’s thumb, just like us. Drop the attitude. This is entirely your fault. I always knew your actions would lead to this. To the King’s point, you allowed your grandson to act without restraint. It was inevitable that someone would eventually strike back.”

“How convenient,” Luelle sneered, her anger only intensifying. “It’s always so simple to blame others when things fall apart, isn’t it?”

“Your pride will—!”

“Don’t lecture me on pride, King,” Luelle growled. “You are the most arrogant person here. And are you blind? This lunatic would have come for both of you regardless of my actions. Just look...”

Luelle gestured broadly toward the Origins and the remaining Legacy Bearers.

“The Origins were always the target! Whether I was involved or not, Noah was coming for you.”

She stopped for a moment, her green eyes burning with pure hatred. “So stop talking and help me find a way out!”

“A way out?” Tiamat let out a cold, soft laugh.

Luelle, the King, and the Mother of Change all turned to look at her.

She stood with a unique grace despite the grim circumstances, her serpent Ouroboros wrapped protectively around her.

Tiamat appeared composed.

She was far too relaxed, especially since she had been a passive observer of the entire ordeal from the start.

“Have you surrendered?” Luelle asked with contempt. “Esmeray would be ashamed to see you like this.”

Tiamat shook her head gently, indicating the other Legacy Bearers.

Their expressions were filled with terror and internal conflict, paralyzed by the overwhelming pressure of Noah’s Cultivation aura.

They wanted nothing more than to cease to exist.

“Whatever scheme you have, it won't work with them,” Tiamat remarked.

“If you try to flee alone, they will panic and alert that monster. If you try to take them with you, they will only hold you back.”

“Besides, it's all pointless anyway.”

Her lips curved into a chilling smile as she pointed toward Noah and his wives.

Luelle, the King, and Change turned their heads instinctively, their bodies shaking as they took in the scene.

Noah was staring directly at them with his mismatched eyes, a mocking grin on his face, while the blank white eyes of Maryam watched them as well. “You are trapped in a Ruler’s domain in the presence of an unprecedented existence,” Tiamat added smoothly. “What makes you think your thoughts are even private anymore?”

The words died in their throats. Was even mental communication impossible? The true horror of their predicament finally began to sink in.

At that moment, the Vaelgrim family ended their embrace and turned to face the captives.

Noah moved slightly ahead of the others, while his wives and Maryam followed behind him, looking much more at ease.

There was no doubt they needed time to digest the recent chaos, and Noah intended to provide that for them.

He wanted them to have time for their family to reconnect.

Doing so in such a bizarre location was risky, but he could simply halt the flow of time and enter a realm where it had no power.

First, however, he had business to conclude.

Maryam stepped up to his right side.

Selene moved to his left.

“What title should I use for you now?” Noah asked with an amused glint in his eyes, his gaze never leaving the prisoners.

“We considered many options, my child,” Maryam replied, while Selene added seamlessly, “but we decided to keep it uncomplicated. You may call me Mother Selene.”

She took his left hand and pressed a loving kiss to his palm.

“And Mother Maryam,” Maryam said, repeating the gesture. Noah laughed softly. “As you wish, mothers.”

“Now, before we begin the bloodline awakening,” he said, turning his attention back to Luelle and the others, “I have a question for you all. I won’t be saying this twice, so listen carefully.”

Every one of them stood up straighter, clinging to his words with a mixture of terror and desperate hope.

Tiamat watched the men with hidden contempt. It was pathetic how easily these powerful figures were broken by fear when the tides turned against them.

These were the same individuals who boasted of their dominance across the universe.

Now, they were shivering and nearly crying before Noah. They were worthless in her eyes. She shook her head, recalling a mantra: 'Fear is a fog. Do not let it obscure your vision, Tiamat!' Noah’s voice then boomed out, snapping her attention back to the present.

“If you choose to willingly bind yourselves to me, then naturally, my friends, no harm shall come to you,” he said with a smile. “However, if you refuse, you will find the consequences very unpleasant.”

He went silent, observing them as he raised his arms like the wings of fate itself.

“Now, let’s try to be efficient.” His eyes began to glow.

“You have exactly sixty seconds to make your choice.”