Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 452 Decision

Noah’s words escaped his lips with a sharp, undeniable sense of command.

The sound vibrated through the air, echoing deep within the minds of every prisoner present.

Involuntary tremors shook their forms as a sudden surge of power rippled through them upon hearing Noah’s offer. They were experienced beings who had wielded authority for millions of years, and they understood the weight of such a moment.

They recognized the danger inherent in accepting a deal without knowing the hidden costs or the true price of submission.

However, as they looked from Noah’s piercing gaze to Maryam’s chilling smile—as she watched them like livestock huddled in a pen awaiting the blade—the Origins, Legacy Bearers, and Luelle all realized their options were non-existent.

"The clock is ticking," Noah interjected coldly, shattering their frantic internal debates. "By now, you should understand the kind of man I am, shouldn't you?"

His focus shifted toward Luelle, his mouth twisting into a peculiar grin. "I never break my word. If I granted you one minute, then you can be certain that is all the time you will receive."

Luelle bit her lip until it bled, fully grasping the weight of his implication. Her emerald eyes turned icy with resolve, even in her weakened state.

Inside her soul-body, the Progenitor of Elves felt a tempest of fury and resentment churning like liquid fire. Her jaw was clamped so tightly that the sound of her teeth nearly grinding to dust was audible.

Defiantly, she tried to step forward, but the misty shackles binding her legs snapped taut, violently jerking her back.

With a curse, she collapsed against another Origin.

Watching this display, Laka the Sage of the Bloodline let out a slow breath, sensing Luelle’s next move.

The realization dawned on everyone simultaneously.

And then it happened.

"I am Luelle!" she shrieked like a cornered predator, her green eyes burning with a terrifying intensity. "I am a Progenitor! The first of my kind and a Child of the Universe!"

Struggling back to her feet, she forced another step forward, more determined than before. Though the chains tightened around her skin with increasing cruelty, the Progenitor gritted her teeth and forged ahead.

Ignoring Maryam, she fixed her gaze solely on Noah. With every ounce of contempt she possessed, she spat her words like lethal poison.

"I will never tie my soul to yours, you wretched bastard," she hissed. "Do you hear me? No matter what you believe, you are beneath me. What is your plan? To kill me? To break me? Go ahead..."

She spat at the ground.

"Do it then. Hide behind your so-called mother."

Luelle fell silent, gasping for air as veins of rage pulsed across her face.

Noah’s expression remained indifferent. Without saying a word, he looked past her toward the other Origins.

"One has made her choice," he remarked flatly. "The rest of you have forty-five seconds remaining."

Spurred by the fading time and Luelle’s defiant stand, the Origins and Legacy Bearers began to announce their decisions.

The majority of the Origins chose to submit to Noah’s terms. However, a few—specifically Death, Life, Transformation, Limitless, and Samsara—refused to even acknowledge him, their ancient pride forbidding surrender.

To the shock of many, Laka the Bloodline Sage accepted the offer. Scornful murmurs broke out among the captives, with some sneering that such cowardice was expected from a lowly rat like him.

Laka remained unbothered by their insults.

Following him, only the King, Change, Tiamat, and the Queen of Hearts were left undecided.

"By any standard," the Queen of Hearts began, her ethereal beauty shimmering, her eyes a solid blue and her prismatic hair flowing behind her, "I am the one who has been wronged here."

Noah tilted his head, curious.

"I never raised a hand against you, nor did I provoke you, Madman," she stated calmly. "Yet you took my life, and now you stand there threatening me again."

"Are you complaining about fairness?" Noah asked, stretching his neck. "You are well aware that the concept of fairness is a lie, Queen of Hearts. We required the Origins, so we took them. I’m not making excuses; that is simply the reality of our world."

"I am threatening you because I possess the power to do so," he continued. "If our positions were reversed, would you act any differently?"

The Queen went quiet, unable to refute his logic. She knew that if she were the one in power, she would have ruthlessly pursued her own goals as well.

It was simply a bitter pill to swallow, realizing she was now the prey in a system she had dominated for eons. She had never imagined she would see the day where she was the victim.

The reality of her fallen status weighed heavily upon her soul.

The Queen of Hearts glanced at Maryam, noting the murderous intent in the woman’s eyes as she watched the dissenters.

Some of those who refused were already becoming visibly anxious, but the window for mercy had closed.

With a heavy sigh, she looked back at Noah.

"Very well," the Queen of Hearts conceded, drifting toward Laka’s side. "I agree to the bond. I have no other path to survival. You played the universe’s own game—the same game we all play—and you emerged victorious. Claim your prize, Madman."

A smirk finally touched Noah’s lips.

"I appreciate those who can see reason."

He then turned his attention to the final three.

"Are you three as sensible as she is?"

Luelle watched them with bated breath, silently begging them to join her rebellion.

If they stood together, there might be a chance to turn the tides. Those who had already refused were merely minor players; she needed the strength of the King, Change, and even that arrogant Tiamat to have any real hope.

She stared at them intensely, trying to communicate her desperation through her gaze.

They understood her look perfectly.

However, it only served to remind them of the gravity of their choice. Those who seek the peak of Cultivation must know when to bow their heads to survive another day.

Survival meant the possibility of a future opportunity, and in the world of power, anything could happen given enough time.

With that realization,

"I accept."

The King spoke firmly, walking toward the Queen and Laka without even glancing at Luelle.

Luelle’s heart sank. A wave of pure terror washed over her. There was no fate more terrifying than being the lone rebel facing the full, concentrated wrath of a conqueror.

The Progenitor of Elves turned toward the Mother of Change, a final glimmer of hope in her eyes. She opened her mouth to plead, but—!

"Shut it."

Noah’s command was quiet yet absolute. His eyes remained fixed on Change and Tiamat. Instinctively, Luelle’s mouth snapped shut, her very soul trembling under the weight of Noah’s presence.

The path forward was now clear.

"Will this bond, you bastard, prevent me from attempting to kill you?" Change snarled, her face a mask of pure hatred.

"You are free to try," Noah chuckled. "Though I suspect you won't find the resulting agony very pleasant."

"We will see about that," Change spat, before joining the King.

That left only Tiamat.

She observed Noah and the others with an unreadable, stoic expression. The Ouroboros wrapped around her neck hissed in warning.

Finally,

"I will accept, but on one condition," she stated softly, her eyes locked onto his.

"I’m listening," Noah invited.

Her expression turned grave.

"Your bloodline is a mystery. If you truly are the offspring of a Soul Ruler, then your lineage is unique. There must be a path out of this ghost realm and back to the world of the living."

Noah didn't interrupt, allowing her to finish.

"So, here is my deal, Noah," she said, using his name with a strange sense of intimacy as she raised two fingers.

"Give me two heirs carrying your bloodline, and I will submit to the bond." -End of Chapter 452-