Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 490 Deck of Providence [3]

As soon as Pale made her opening move, the entire game elevated into an extraordinary spectacle.

What was once a mere board of pieces now resembled a battlefield where living warriors clashed and countered strikes in an exquisite yet deadly ballet.

These figures displayed genuine emotions, and that's when Noah realized the danger as Pale swiftly targeted his Queen for elimination.

A look of terror flashed across the Queen's face.

With his prior action complete, Noah could now respond, and he did so by advancing his Knight to intercept Pale's Herald's assault.

She smirked with malice, exploiting the Herald's ferocious temperament to unleash utter disorder, forcing Noah's Knight to endure relentless strain.

Seeing that at this pace he'd soon forfeit his Knight and then his Queen, Noah called upon his Priest.

In an instant, a wave of sound swept across the board, infusing the Knight with abrupt energy. This allowed him to repel the Herald, enabling the Queen to flee toward the Priest.

Pale mirrored the tactic with her own Priest in response, but Noah had already countered by deploying his Herald to deliver a crushing strike against Pale's Herald.

The figure let out a visible scream, and Noah grinned.

"Why are you smiling?"

Pale's voice rang out icily in Noah's mind, his eyes bulging as he witnessed Pale's Herald detonating in a blast that took Noah's Herald down with it.

A sudden frailty washed over both players.

<The Heralds of the two players are now dead.>

But the battle wasn't finished.

"Wait-!"

Noah barely had a moment to recover before Pale's Knight tore across the board in a direct path, blade raised skyward before slamming down toward his King.

Quicker than Noah thought imaginable, his Knight abandoned the Queen's side and barely diverted the blow in time to spare the King.

Yet during that deflection, the Knight suffered a mortal injury, dropping to his knees in a torrent of blood.

Noah's pulse raced, while Pale's smile stretched wider as she directed her Knight to sever the King's head.

The impact hit Noah's psyche like a thunderous strike. His King perished with effortless simplicity, his Knight fading away gradually as well.

<The King of Player Noah is dead. Immediate weakness over all other pawns.>

Pale's smile beamed with assurance, her gaze gleaming as her Knight wheeled around to dispatch Noah's Knight.

In that moment, Noah's gaze darted to his remaining pieces. Each one appeared ready to surrender, bereft of their King.

He understood that the Knight's death would seal his defeat.

'Fucking hell.' Noah swore inwardly, eyeing the Queen teetering near the quivering Priest and the Soldier-!

Noah's mind froze as he at last spotted the Soldier. His expression contorted while an absurd idea sparked within him. He seized it without delay.

"Priest, the King is dead! A ruler must rise—wed the Queen and the Soldier!" he commanded.

Pale tilted her head in bewilderment.

Noah's Priest sprang into action amid the dueling Knights, his own on the brink of demise.

Suddenly, a radiant crimson-gold glow erupted on Noah's field, accompanied by Providence's announcement.

<The Queen and the Soldier of Noah are now married. The Soldier is now King, but not just any King. He has become the Warmonger King.>

Pale's eyes bulged, and Noah would've been a complete idiot to squander the advantage he'd just seized.

"My Warmonger, charge like hell!"

The glow vanished, replaced by a armored figure gleaming like a savage conqueror, gripping a regal scimitar.

The Queen flanked him, revitalized with fresh vitality, as the Priest chanted in delight, amplifying the Warmonger's strength even more. He lunged without hesitation, swifter than ever, and slew Pale's Knight. <The Knight of Player Pale is now dead.>

Simultaneously, he scooped up Noah's wounded Knight and hurled him to the Priest for restoration.

Pale's panic surged as she watched the Warmonger barrel straight toward her King.

Recognizing the futility of guarding her King, she ditched him without shame and redirected her Queen toward the Priest.

"Trying to copy my move?" Noah chuckled.

Rather than slaying the King, the Warmonger spun sharply and dashed toward the Historian.

At the same moment,

"Marry the Soldier and the Queen!" Pale yelled desperately at her Priest.

Yet nothing occurred. The Queen wouldn't wed with the King still breathing, and the Priest along with the Soldier remained steadfastly devoted.

<Conditions for marriage not fulfilled.>

By the instant she grasped her error, Noah's Warmonger King had closed in on the Historian.

"He's an Historian," Noah declared, his thoughts racing. "Don't slay him—seize him!"

The Warmonger complied, snatching the frantic Historian swiftly before retreating to his domain.

Providence's voice resounded again.

<The Historian of Pale is abducted. Player Noah can now gain critical information about the game.>

Color drained from Pale's face. She gradually raised her gaze from the board, glaring at Noah's smirk with frustration.

The match halted, awaiting Noah's query on the information he desired.

But Pale understood that in this predicament, Noah wasn't daft enough to skip the question that could hand him victory on a platter.

That realization ought to crush her spirit and heighten the tension—and it did—but Pale wouldn't relinquish her resolve.

"Don't drag this out, Son of Heretic," she urged, striving for composure in her tone. "Pose your question and let the game proceed."

"Then you'll lose."

"The game isn't decided yet," she replied, meeting his eyes with her ghostly stare. "I can still triumph."

Noah went quiet, holding her gaze steadily. He recognized the possibility lingered, and intel didn't always translate to effective action.

Even so, Noah refused to betray any doubt. He flashed a bold smile.

"You should ponder your options once I claim victory," he stated. "Unlike you, I'll offer three paths for your destiny."

"One extra choice over mine," Pale scoffed. "Such magnanimity, Son of Heretic."

"I know. People say that often."

"You're chattier than usual. Feeling anxious, maybe?" Pale remarked with a sly, chilly smile.

Noah shrugged before promptly invoking his privilege to seek vital game details.

The revelation stayed confidential, leaving Pale fidgeting, desperate to uncover Noah's inquiry.

But that was unattainable, and her spirits plummeted at the sight of his grin.

"How delightful," he murmured as the suspended game restarted. "Onward we go."

Pale offered no reply, nor any move, her eyes fixed on him. Then, almost robotically, she dropped her focus to her surviving pieces. She tsked at the strained vibe in her realm after her botched marriage bid between the Soldier and Queen with the King intact.

'I must turn this around,' she mused, before deliberately...

"I promote my Soldier to a Knight," she announced, aware it was the smarter play over crowning him King.

Her declaration prompted,

<Acknowledged.>

The Soldier transformed into a Knight, the Queen's steadfast guardian.

Noah responded next, bellowing with theatrical flair.

"Priest, my Knight served loyally and shielded the Queen and fallen King! He's deserving! Let divine Light descend and anoint him!" <Conditions fulfilled. The Knight of Player Noah will be updated to Divine Knight.>

"What-!"

Light blazed anew, and as it dimmed, Pale observed in horror as the Warmonger King and Divine Knight flanked each other powerfully.

Noah beamed. "I'm far from finished!"

"The Priest has performed noble acts by mending the Knight and uniting the grieving Queen! Let Light radiate and advance him!" <Conditions sufficient. The Priest of Player Noah will now become a High Priest.>

Pale's heart sank, beholding Noah's forces surge with might. Still,

"Tut, tut, tut. Not over yet, my lady."

Pale's eyes flared, and she cried out to Providence, "No! This is too much-!"

"I possess two Historians!" Noah roared with laughter. "Have my Historian absorb all knowledge from the captive and advance!"

<Conditions sufficient. The Historian of Player Noah will become Keeper of Records.>

Pale slumped back, gazing blankly at the heavens.

Noah grinned.

"Ah, this vacant look suits you better than that smug expression. Time to wrap up this match, darling?"

-End of Chapter 490-