Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 462 Broken Luelle

Over and over, the cycle repeated.

With a chillingly composed aura, Noah dealt with Luelle. His expression remained unreadable, offering no hint as to whether he derived pleasure from the task or felt nothing at all.

Standing behind him, his wives watched the scene with tranquil, unfazed eyes and faint smiles. This side of Noah was something they had been familiar with for a long time.

They understood that while Noah was the embodiment of love and tenderness toward them, he possessed no mercy for those who dared to harm his family.

Justicia remembered it vividly; she could still see him executing Elijah right before her eyes before making her his slave.

Christelle recalled it too, remembering the moment she was utilized to shatter her own son’s mind. Strangely, the memory of that event sparked a wave of arousal within her.

Lea was equally aware, for Noah had broken her spirit in the most gruesome manner imaginable, forcing her to slay her own husband in his presence. Yet now, she was here, ready to sacrifice everything for that very man.

Her smile grew wider, touched by a disturbing obsession.

It wasn't just them; many of the other wives were intimately acquainted with this dark facet of their husband.

Even Maryam remained unmoved, having witnessed and experienced far worse horrors. Nevertheless, it was a peculiar sensation to watch her own son orchestrate such a public display of agony without a single flinch.

However, those were merely the fond reflections of his wives. To the Origins and Legacy Bearers looking on, the Prince appeared more terrifying than the demons inhabiting the lowest reaches of Hell.

Every witness, Tiamat included, secretly felt relieved that they had never crossed him.

Meanwhile, those who had already made that mistake lay whimpering on the earth, their spirits broken, praying for nothing but the peace of True Death.

Time trickled by in this fashion until, eventually, Noah came to a halt.

Thud.

Luelle’s form hit the ground with a heavy smack. Her face was a mask of mucus and salt-streaked tears. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, showing only the whites in a display of absolute torment.

In a faint whisper, she incessantly begged Noah for a mercy that would never reach her ravaged soul.

"Are you finished?" Selene inquired, walking toward Noah. Her magnificent crimson-gold hair flowed behind her like a regal cloak. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel as though I could continue," Noah replied, his voice devoid of emotion, "but I’m not truly that heartless, am I? I know when it is time to stop."

Selene let out a giggle and embraced him from behind, completely ignoring the ground soaked in the Progenitor’s filth.

"I suspect you only stopped because boredom was setting in."

Noah’s mouth curved into a smirk as he stroked his mother’s arms where they crossed his chest. He gave a small shrug. "There is no enjoyment in hearing the same cries repeatedly. I expected more resilience from a Progenitor."

"When faced with true suffering," Maryam interjected, casting a brief, envious look at Selene before hugging Noah from the front, "even the most powerful entities will cry like common mortals. That much I can promise. I have watched immortal souls plead with more desperation than any mortal ever could."

"Is that so? I wonder, though," Noah said, tilting his head slightly, "would I react the same way?"

"Have you truly never experienced suffering?" Maryam questioned.

"Not of the variety we are discussing. I’ve dealt with my share of hardships and obstacles. But this..."

He gestured toward Luelle’s twitching frame on the dirt.

"Never, throughout my three lives."

"Three?" Both Maryam and Selene turned to him sharply, their brows knitting together in bewilderment.

Noah opened his mouth to speak but then hesitated, feeling a familiar weight lean against him.

It was Lea.

She was only the first; soon, all the wives, annoyed by the two mothers monopolizing their husband, swarmed in. "Why don’t you act like a mother for once and give us some space?" Dominique clicked her tongue, using her hips to nudge Selene aside.

Selene allowed herself to be moved, a soft laugh bubbling up.

"I realize how much you’ve missed him," Shadeva murmured softly to Maryam, "but may I have a turn now? I believe you’ve hugged your son sufficiently. Any more and I might start to get the wrong idea."

"Hahahah!" Red roared with laughter, throwing an arm over Maryam’s shoulders. "But perhaps that’s the point, isn’t it, mother-in-law? Do you want to be something more—!"

"Show some respect!" Sophie barked, shoving Red so hard she stumbled into Apollonia, who shot her a dark look. Red offered a sheepish grin. "Please forgive such a display, Mother Maryam," Sophie said, adopting a tone of pure innocence. "I am Sophie Castria Vaelgrim, the First Wife—!"

"And I am his very first lover!" Emmie chirped, interrupting Sophie and earning a murderous glare.

Emmie ignored the tension entirely. "Oh! Mother Maryam, I visited your resting place in Morocco so many times! It is wonderful to finally see you! Really, truly wonderful! How have you been? I’ve wanted this meeting for ages!"

She laughed with the grace of an ideal wife, embracing Maryam as if they were lifelong friends.

In a sudden, chaotic blur, the area was filled with the sounds of chatter and laughter, mixed with lighthearted insults, playful jabs, and slaps.

The wives crowded around Noah, engaging with him and each other.

Noah observed how much more vibrant they seemed following the evolution of their bloodlines.

They had effectively died before, their very essences hollowed out, leaving a void so vast they hadn't known how to fill it.

But with the awakening of the Ataraxia bloodline, it was as if they had undergone a rebirth. They had ascended to a far greater level of existence.

In that moment, a realization struck Noah’s mind with the force of a tidal wave, bringing a profound understanding that only comes through the trials of life.

‘Every soul must be born twice,’ he mused, his eyes gleaming.

They had to endure the demise of who they once were to rise from the wreckage, much like a phoenix emerging from the pyre, transformed into something superior.

His wives had perished. Now, they were entirely different beings, even while remaining the same people.

He smiled as he watched them bicker like children.

‘At the very least, this part of them will never change,’ he thought with affection.

Scanning them, Noah noticed a tattoo on each of them. Just like his own, their marks were etched onto their backs. Each design was distinct, representing their specific awakened Aspect and their unique Gift.

Indeed, his wives had finally tapped into their true potential. All that remained was their personal Power Progression and their rise as Paragons.

To achieve that, Noah required the Dominion of his mother, Maryam. Furthermore, he needed to establish Providence as the governing Will of his Domain.

But before any of that could happen...

Noah shifted his gaze toward the King, the Queen of Hearts, Tiamat, and the rest of the group awaiting his attention.

"I suppose we can begin the ritual now, my friends?" he announced, causing the women to cease their talking.

Maryam was laughing until she cried at the antics of Apollonia and Yuki, while Dominique shamelessly tried to lead the timid Virgo astray. "Oh," Tiamat remarked with feigned shock, "I assumed you had forgotten we were here."

"I would never be so bold as to forget the woman who wishes to carry my heirs."

"Strictly for the sake of powerful descendants," Tiamat corrected him. "Nothing more, nothing less."

Noah gave a short laugh and a shrug, then began walking toward them to start the binding.

As he raised his foot to step over Luelle’s crumpled body, he felt a hand seize his leg.

The Prince looked down, fixing Luelle with a cold stare.

Terrified, the Progenitor immediately released her grip, yet she forced herself to speak.

"K-Kill me," Luelle pleaded. "Please, kill me. End it. You’ve had your revenge. Just kill me now."

Noah stared into her eyes for a long moment, then shook his head, a smile touching his lips.

"No."

With that single word, he walked away, leaving a completely broken Luelle behind as he approached Tiamat and the others.

Clapping his hands together, he offered them a smile so radiant and gentle it made their skin crawl.

"Who would like to go first?"

Behind him, his wives hid their laughter, feeling a deep sense of gratitude that they were his partners rather than his prey.

Because truly...

Pity those who stood against him as foes.

They would be subjected to a fate so cruel that even the stones would shed tears for them.