Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 453 Do not condemn me

A heavy, deathly silence blanketed the Hall of Fog.

"What did this bitch just say?" Dominique blurted out in pure disbelief, her eyes fixed on Tiamat as if she were the most shameless woman to ever walk the earth.

"I believe we all heard the same thing," Lilith answered, her expression even more frigid than usual. "But let us be absolutely clear. Did this whorish dragon just declare her desire to bear our husband's children?"

"It certainly sounded that way," Virgo remarked in a flat, monotone voice.

The wives were collectively incensed. They turned their attention toward Tiamat, their gazes sharp with a cold, nearly murderous intent.

Not a single one of them had given Noah a child yet. Furthermore, it was obvious that such a milestone wouldn't be happening in the near future.

The nightmare they had recently survived—where they were forced to sacrifice themselves just to secure a lone victory—was reason enough to suppress any thoughts of motherhood for now.

It wasn't that they lacked the desire. On the contrary, they wanted it more than anything... to become mothers and carry the offspring of the man they loved.

However, they were still too weak. With enemies scattered throughout the universe following their last stunt, bringing a child into the world would be equivalent to telling the cosmos that they were now even more vulnerable.

Adding more lives to protect simply meant providing their enemies with more weaknesses to target.

They were no longer so arrogant as to think they were untouchable. At least, not yet.

Every milestone had its proper season, and the time for Cultivation of a new generation had not yet arrived.

Despite this, Tiamat appeared to hold the opposite view. Even under their lethal glares, the Dragon of Speech and Mother of Ouroboros remained completely unphased.

Her entire focus was locked onto Noah. He was the only one she saw.

Standing at Noah's side, Maryam and Selene ground their teeth, struggling to suppress their rage at such a bold and impudent proposal.

If anyone was going to be impregnated, it should naturally be them.

"Why do you look so shocked?" Tiamat questioned, tilting her head in genuine curiosity. "It is perfectly natural for dragons to seek out the most powerful male to mate with for the sake of offspring."

"Oh?" Noah let out a soft exclamation.

Behind him, Elira gave a short, solemn nod.

"She speaks the truth," Elira admitted, her eyes on Tiamat. "We do not enter unions for love. Even if we do, we might still mate with others to ensure stronger descendants."

"This is the way of the dragon faction. Bloodlines are the ultimate currency. Your rank within the system is determined by them. Furthermore, producing a powerful child with a rare bloodline provides advantages to the parents, particularly the mother."

She paused for a second before continuing in a level tone,

"If a mother mates with a male who possesses superior strength and purer blood, she absorbs certain traits and benefits from that bloodline throughout the pregnancy."

A look of realization dawned on Noah and his wives as their eyes widened slightly.

Tiamat studied Elira intently. "I thought you looked familiar," she noted with a raised brow. "The Lone Soul Dragon. Or rather, a dragon no longer. How tragic. You could have ruled at the peak of our faction, among the Concept Dragons or even higher, had you navigated your path wisely."

Elira responded with a dismissive shrug and a cold smirk. "I have no regrets, Dragon Princess."

Tiamat watched her for a beat before slowly turning her attention back toward Noah.

"I am certain you don't."

Then, her voice sharpened. "Now you understand my motives," she told Noah. "I will tie my fate to yours. You will gain power from me, and I require something in exchange. I want two children. Love and emotional attachment are unnecessary between us."

The coldness in her purple, slit pupils deepened.

"I provide what you require. You provide what I seek."

"And what if I say no?" Noah countered.

"Then that is that," Tiamat whispered. "I do not fear True Death or any punishment you might inflict. I have completely detached myself from such feelings."

The Prince looked at her, and in that moment, he realized she wasn't bluffing.

He glanced at Maryam, then Selene, and finally at all his wives. Nearby, Luelle was silently pleading that Noah would reject the offer.

The King, the Queen of Hearts, Change, and Laka watched on, feeling a quiet respect for Tiamat's iron will. They found themselves wishing they had even a fraction of her resolve.

She existed in a peculiar state—entirely devoid of sentiment, yet perfectly aware of her surroundings.

Even Noah felt a spark of curiosity. It wasn't the proposal itself that intrigued him, but the enigma of who Tiamat actually was.

It was a flicker of interest that his wives picked up on immediately.

"Just go through with it," Emmy suggested, throwing a glance at Tiamat. "I mean, I despise this dragon for killing me so many times, but... I also kind of like her."

Aphasia gave a nod of agreement. "True. She is a bitch, but a fascinating one."

Noah smiled at his wives' words. Maryam and Selene nodded their approval as well, even though their annoyance with Tiamat was still very much present.

He laughed quietly to himself.

Addressing the Mother of Ouroboros once more, Noah spoke with an air of finality.

"I will be the one to decide the timing."

It wasn't a suggestion; it was a command.

Tiamat remained quiet for a moment. Then, she nodded and moved toward the others.

"I accept. Provided you honor your word. Time is irrelevant to me. I am the Mother of Ouroboros."

Ouroboros gave a hiss.

And with that, the matter was settled.

Noah then shifted his gaze toward Luelle and those who had turned down his offer.

A hollow smile touched his lips.

"Well, shall we begin?"

A shiver ran through them. Some attempted to retract their earlier choice, but their voices failed them.

Before he could officially start, however, Noah paused at the sound of a different voice.

"W-What about me?" Luminara whispered softly. "W-What happens to me, Noah?"

The Prince stopped and looked at Luminara, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

He tilted his head, his eyes moving between Neko and Selene. He gave an internal sigh, already sensing a headache forming.

"I know how everyone feels about our dear Luminara here, but we shouldn't forget," Noah said with a faint smile, "she was merely carrying out her duties. We shouldn't blame someone for following orders."

"What?" Maryam asked with exaggerated shock. "Are you blaming me, then?"

Noah rolled his eyes. "Regarding this situation, let’s not condemn any of them. It is a complicated matter, and it's only because of them that we’ve all gathered here together."

The wives' eyes widened as they recognized the truth in his statement.

Noah gave a pleasant nod. "So keep that in mind. I won't impose my will on you. I've shared my perspective, and you are free to decide your own course of action."

"And while you deliberate..."

He turned his focus back to Luelle. "I have someone I need to deal with. Take your time, ladies."

A wicked grin spread across his face.

"Because I certainly intend to take mine."

Luelle trembled with terror.

As Noah stepped forward, his wives watched Neko and Selene, who were both staring intently at Luminara.

Luminara swallowed hard, a mix of hope and dread twisting in her chest.

"Don't blame the one who followed orders..." she murmured, looking toward Neko and Selene. "I am still the person you knew. And I am the one who gave you life, Neko."

...

At the same time, in a distant corner of the Spirit World, within the territory of a different Soul Ruler, a very curious scene was taking place.

Four figures stood before a throne enveloped in shifting shadows, a darkness as profound as the void and as terrifying as the abyss.

Or rather, they were four souls.

They stared at the undulating darkness that served as the floor, kneeling in place. A primal, existential dread made them shake like common mortals facing a prehistoric predator.

One could easily see they possessed the traits of dragons.

'Damn it! Damn it all!' the Fire Dragon cursed internally. 'How could this happen?!'

Their plan was simple: enter the Spirit World, locate Elira the Soul Dragon, and return to the physical realm immediately using the White Phoenix's heart.

But the plan had failed spectacularly.

The moment they crossed into this nightmare realm, they were brought directly before a Ruler.

The Water, Wind, and Earth Dragons began silently cursing the Fire Dragon for leading them to their certain demise.

"Explain," the Ruler commanded, and their very thoughts came to a standstill. "Why would the dragon faction venture into the Spirit World so boldly?"

The voice was terrifying. Every syllable felt like their souls were being pulled into a bottomless pit. All color vanished from their faces.

Faced with the question, none of them even considered lying. "The S-Soul Dragon!" the Wind Dragon stammered. "We are only here to bring back the Soul Dragon! Nothing else, we swear it, O Great Ruler!"

The others joined in, pleading for their lives.

"Soul Dragon?" the Ruler repeated, its genderless voice holding a peculiar hint of emotion.

"Elira," it whispered, as the surrounding shadows coiled and surged, sending tremors through the Hall like a disturbed ocean,

"is here?"