Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 466 No time

"Make peace with the dead, my baby."

Maryam felt the words turn bitter as they left her tongue. Such was the inevitable reality whenever Death cast its shadow over them.

Death was a name that carried nothing but bitterness.

Had there been any other alternative, she would have searched for different words to soothe her mourning son.

But choices were nonexistent.

Across the vast universe, his companions, his sister, and his followers were falling in battle.

If their souls had merely been sent to the Spirit World, they would have exhausted every resource to bring them back, regardless of the cost.

But how could anyone reclaim what had been utterly annihilated, leaving no trace behind?

No soul remained, no flesh, no bone... only a void.

"It will be fi—!"

"There must be a way!" Noah cut his mother off, his tone ringing with iron conviction. "There is always a way."

His gaze was sharp, refusing to let even a sliver of doubt creep in. Observing him, Maryam realized Noah was desperately grasping for hope, terrified of shattering the fragile composure he still maintained.

Consequently, she chose silence.

She understood that further speech would be futile. Despite his attempts to mask his turmoil, Noah was not in a rational state of mind.

Maryam did not expect him to be composed.

No person could remain whole after such devastating loss—especially when the weight of those deaths felt tied to their own choices.

The remorse eating at his spirit must have been agonizing. As his mother, she was forced to remain a mere spectator to his pain.

With a quiet sigh, she pulled him into an embrace, allowing a heavy silence to fill the space between them.

Noah was acutely aware of his mother’s skepticism. He knew that, from her perspective, his hope seemed like pure delusion.

Then again, she would likely react the same way if he revealed his identity as the Son of Reality.

His outlook was fundamentally different from hers.

It wasn't necessarily because he possessed superior strength or intellect, or even due to the nature of his rebirth.

It was because he had witnessed things that were beyond their wildest comprehension.

Noah had observed the primal mechanics of creation. He had watched the architect of all things engage in a game with her—and emerge victorious—before vanishing with the Eternal Origin bloodline in his possession.

In that moment, even as grief and rage threatened to overwhelm him, the Prince remained calm enough to look within, searching for his final lifeline.

'Is there any way?' Noah reached out, attempting to establish a connection with Gaia.

He anticipated an immediate reply, but the response was sluggish, and her voice sounded different.

It was strained, as if her power had been depleted.

'A way for what, Raj?'

Noah noticed a hint of irritation in her voice. It was obvious he had contacted her at an inopportune moment.

Feeling a flash of regret, Noah spoke urgently. 'To resurrect those whose souls were obliterated, leaving nothing behind. Is such a thing possible?'

'There is a way,' Gaia answered, causing Noah’s eyes to shimmer with hope.

'But it is far beyond your grasp!' Her harsh tone instantly killed his budding smile. 'And no, I refuse to intervene for you, Raj. Not this time. You have already burdened me with enough complications!'

Noah felt their mental link flicker, threatening to break apart.

A wave of panic hit him, causing his muscles to lock up. Maryam felt the change and looked at him with a confused scowl.

Noah ignored her.

'Then just tell me the method!' He nearly shouted the words aloud. 'If you won’t help, fine. But show me the path!'

'Avoid these grand schemes, Raj. This is no time for your reckless arrogance!' Gaia’s voice was sharp with annoyance and a hint of genuine anger.

'Do you understand? They are gone. Accept the loss and continue forward. This is the natural order. Nothing exists without an end. Mortals perish, immortals fall—damn it, Raj, even reality itself is subject to death! It is an essential part of the cycle!'

'So—!'

'Just tell me!' Noah snarled internally. 'I only need to know the way! Perhaps it means nothing to you because you are accustomed to death, and they are insignificant in your eyes.'

He took a long, deep breath, struggling to suppress the volcanic frustration rising within him.

'But to me, they are my comrades, the child of my wife, and one who looked at me and chose me as a brother. They are the ones who placed their faith in me!'

'I have to try,' Noah’s internal voice grew quiet, like a soft wind. 'I must at least make the attempt!'

He had no choice. If he didn't, he could never face Red or Asaemon again.

The weight of the guilt would be a burden too massive to carry, even for a man like him.

Gaia went silent.

However, that silence did not signal the end of her anger. Noah could still feel her fury and exasperation radiating toward him in heavy waves.

The Prince wondered briefly why she was so agitated. What had occurred to cause this?

Finally, she spoke.

'Existence!' The Will Eternal spat. 'Gain mastery over the very concept of Existence in its most ancient form, and you shall succeed!'

'And to give you a sense of the scale, Raj, you must at least ascend to my level!'

She paused for a moment.

'You require power on the level of an entire Perfected Reality!'

With that, the connection snapped.

Noah inhaled sharply, Gaia’s declaration echoing through his mind. He shut his eyes as he felt Maryam draw closer.

"Are you alright?" she asked, her voice heavy with concern.

Keeping his eyes closed, Noah forced a thin, tired smile. "Yes," he replied, opening them to look at her. "I’m fine."

Without waiting for a follow-up, he turned and walked toward Maryam’s throne, the location of the Dominion’s core. 'There’s no time to waste,' Noah thought, his resolve hardening with every stride. 'No time, Noah. The universe won't stop the slaughter of your people just to give you time to ponder... or doubt.'

He took the stairs two at a time, quickly reaching the grey throne.

As he arrived, the throne split open to reveal the Dominion’s core. The object resembled a Tree composed entirely of swirling mist.

He gazed into it intensely.

"Are you ready?" Noah’s voice was a harsh rasp.

Providence replied, her tone slightly melancholy as she felt Noah’s inner state.

Sensing her mood, Noah offered a small smile. "Don’t worry. I’m okay."

Then, he acted with total certainty.

"Let us begin. I will make you The Will of my territory."

Elsewhere, having escaped the grasp of the Soul Ruler, Shadow of One Was Lost, the four dragons gathered outside the Dominion.

They were surrounded by nothing but a peaceful sea of drifting white clouds.

The dragons of Water, Wind, and Earth focused their attention on the dragon of Fire, who held a compass-like artifact.

The needle of the device jerked erratically, searching for a path before finally locking onto a direction.

"When is this going to end?" Wind asked, her voice tight with stress. She scanned their surroundings constantly, bracing for an attack.

"Be quiet and wait!" Fire snapped, his hand trembling slightly as he held the compass.

Wind’s expression soured with disgust. She opened her mouth to hurl an insult, but stopped abruptly when the needle came to a dead halt.

The group focused on the path indicated by the fragment of Elira’s soul.

They moved in the direction the needle pointed, comparing it to the mental maps they held of the Spirit World.

Their eyes lit up with recognition.

They realized exactly where they were going.

"The False Ruler," Water remarked, a predatory smirk touching her lips.

"The Queen of Fraud."

"Fortune is on our side."