Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 463 - Dominion under Rule

The events that followed unfolded with great speed. Compared to the spectacular display during his connection with Maryam, the binding process with the Origins and Legacy Bearers was significantly more understated.

Furthermore, while he had inherited "everything" from his mother due to her profound love for him, Noah was permitted to claim only a single attribute from each of these individuals.

Noah found himself facing a challenging choice; every one of them was distinct, possessing a variety of skills and traits that he would have gladly added to his collection.

In truth, he didn't even need them for practical use. It was purely a matter of vanity.

However, he was restricted. This limitation existed because their loyalty toward him was practically nonexistent. Even that assessment was Noah being charitable.

Without delaying any further, Noah made his first selection. From the King in the North, he extracted the talent known as Singularity.

Moving to the Queen of Hearts, he claimed one of her Innate Skills: The Progenitor's Call.

He already had a sinister scheme in mind for that particular ability.

When it was Tiamat’s turn, the Prince paused for much longer than usual. The Mother of Ouroboros was truly exceptional. Her uniqueness was so overwhelming that he questioned his own audacity for sending Emmie and Aphasia to face such a monster.

Her strength surpassed that of all his wives combined.

He forced a strained smile, thinking to himself that he probably owed those two a sincere apology.

Shaking off his distractions, Noah reached out and seized a Blessing from Tiamat.

This was something entirely new to Noah’s experience. The blessing was extraordinary, and judging by its title, it had not been bestowed by the Records.

LOGOS Blessing: Touch of Time.

He pondered the meaning of this for a brief second before dismissing the thought. That was a problem for another day.

For the moment, Noah simply logged the information and resolved to consult Gaia about it later.

He proceeded in this manner, repeating the procedure with every other individual who had consented to the bond.

The Prince was not the only party gaining something from this arrangement.

While he earned the right to take from them, those who bound themselves to him were able to encroach upon his very essence.

That was the most significant advantage of all.

The implication was straightforward yet terrifying. By undergoing the binding, a portion of their existence was now surrendered to Noah's control.

In exchange for this sacrifice, they received a [Spark]. This was the physical manifestation of their connection and their perception of Noah. The [Spark] took the form of a tattoo over the heart on the chest of the bound. Each one possessed a unique color and design.

It served as the new Sigil of the Ataraxia bloodline, depicted as hundreds of hands merging into one colossal hand that appeared to be grasping at... nothingness.

Its hue was a striking crimson-gold.

Functionally, the [Spark] acted as a catalyst for potential.

By linking themselves to Noah, their talents received a massive boost, the scale of which was determined by their devotion to him. The deeper their loyalty, the more powerful the enhancement became.

With this, they could surpass universe-level talent, granting them the ability to reach heights of power they could scarcely imagine.

Yet, the requirement for such strength was absolute devotion.

It was a price not everyone was prepared to pay.

There was more to it, however.

The [Spark] also held the core essence of Evolution. This meant that if the right conditions were met, the [Spark] could trigger a transformation of a skill, a talent, or even the individual themselves into a higher state of being.

As the weight of what they had received from Noah settled in, a different light began to shine in their eyes as they gazed at him.

It was a volatile blend of pure wonder and naked terror.

If a being possessed the power to evolve their very soul and talent, then his status was far beyond their comprehension.

Only now did they begin to perceive Noah's true nature. It was merely a glimpse, but even that small revelation left some of them struggling to maintain their composure.

One could only imagine their reaction if they discovered he was the direct offspring of Will Eternal. The Son of Reality itself.

Certain secrets are not meant for everyone to know. Just as some truths are not for every ear, and some paths are not for every traveler.

The [Spark] was also held by Maryam, and it would be bestowed upon all of Noah’s wives once their bonds were finalized.

After concluding the ritual—without giving so much as a look toward those who had declined, leaving them to bite their nails in absolute dread—Noah turned his attention to his next objective.

He looked toward his mother, a smile forming on his lips before he even realized it. "I have a favor to ask of you, Mother Maryam."

"And what might that be?" she asked, tilting her head curiously.

The others shifted closer to listen.

Noah gestured with his right hand, indicating the entire Hall of Fog surrounding them. "I wish to bind myself to every entity within your Dominion, as well as the Dominion itself."

"It is necessary for my progression. And for your eventual birth as well."

Maryam dismissed his request with a casual wave. "You are my son, and therefore the rightful heir to everything I possess."

She spoke with a clear tone of satisfaction, "Take it all, it is yours."

His wives offered smiles at her words.

Selene was smiling as well, though her expression turned rigid when Maryam shot her a knowing look from the corner of her eye.

The Soul Ruler was clearly gloating.

Selene's eyelid gave a sharp twitch. She pressed her lips together in annoyance and turned her head away, refusing to acknowledge Maryam’s triumphant expression any longer.

Noah observed the silent exchange but said nothing, choosing instead to thank Maryam with a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Then, the process began.

The Hall of Fog served as the heart of the Dominion and the residence of Maryam, the Soul Ruler. It was located at the base of a structure that looked like a massive tree.

The Hall was situated at the very roots.

At that spot, Noah bonded with the core of the Dominion, gaining total authority over it.

As one ascended the Tree-like Dominion, numerous spheres of fog could be seen hanging from the ends of thick branches.

Each sphere contained a specific quantity and classification of souls. These were the souls held in captivity.

The higher one climbed, the more souls each sphere contained, though their level of danger decreased significantly the further up they were.

According to Maryam, the very peak of this Tree-like Dominion housed a sprawling network of interconnected cities under her command.

The souls living there were those permitted to remain free and given the right to work. The inhabitants could even form new families.

It was, for all intents and purposes, a complete world.

But that was not Noah’s focus today. The Prince set about convincing every soul to accept his bond. His methods of persuasion are a story for another time, but those who remained stubborn after some "gentle" conversation were relegated to a growing pile of the uncooperative.

That group was thick with the scent of terrified souls, all of them ignorant of the dark fate that awaited them.

Eventually, they reached the summit where the most docile souls lived. Noah encountered no resistance there, receiving the enthusiastic consent of every single one.

In that moment, with the extensive aid of Maryam, the Soul Ruler, the Prince fulfilled one of the requirements to ascend to the next rank: Duke of Cloud. Providence began to chime. However, her song was interrupted by the sudden manifestation of a new soul within one of the foggy orbs.

The soul began to shriek uncontrollably the moment it appeared.

"AIDEN! AIDEN! AIDEN! BROTHER!"

Hearing that name, Noah and his wives stopped dead in their tracks, spinning around to face the source of the screaming. They saw a woman weeping bitter tears, her face a mask of agony and fright.

She was a woman most of the Vaelgrim recognized instantly. "This is..." Noah started, a sudden wave of apprehension tightening around his throat.

<The LOGOS has acknowledged your readiness.>

<You have received your Ascension Quest.>

"...Patricia Stoneheart?"