Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 491 - Three proposals

Previously on Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System...

As the enchanted chess game unfolded with living pieces locked in lethal combat, Pale aggressively targeted Noah's Queen, leading to a fierce exchange where both Heralds perished and her Knight slew Noah's King, weakening his forces. In a desperate gambit, Noah ordered his Priest to marry the Queen and Soldier, crowning a formidable Warmonger King who swiftly eliminated Pale's Knight and captured her Historian, granting Noah vital game secrets. Pale promoted her Soldier to Knight in response, but Noah escalated by evolving his Knight into a Divine Knight, his Priest into a High Priest, and his Historian into a Keeper of Records, leaving her pawns in disarray and her confidence shattered.

Noah gazed at Pale with a mischievous glint in his eyes, while she slumped there, staring blankly at the chessboard. At this point, even if she wouldn't concede the match, its conclusion shone as brightly as the sun.

A surge of fury and resentment flared up within Pale's intangible core, causing her to whip her head around to face Noah.

For a moment, she nearly chose to shatter her present form just to erase that smug grin from Noah's features. She was fully aware of her ability to do so, yet Pale hesitated to take that step.

For starters, infiltrating a Perfected Reality past the Son of Emptiness had been an immense struggle for her, spanning countless epochs of relentless effort. Throwing it away over some creature who would perish at the slightest hint of her authentic essence simply wasn't worthwhile.

Moreover, Pale refused to come across as a graceless defeated opponent. Such behavior would tarnish

her majestic reputation...

"You cheated," Pale accused, behaving just like a graceless loser. "I don't know the method, but you absolutely did."

"Don't act like a graceless loser." Noah let out a light laugh. "I was just as puzzled by the game's secret rules as you were. I simply picked it up quicker."

"Are you suggesting you're more intelligent than I am, Son of Heretic?"

"I wouldn't presume that, darling." He flashed a grin. "You're clearly sharper than me. Satisfied?"

'I'm not.

Providence rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Pale offered no reply to Noah. Instead, she let out a deep sigh, tilted her head skyward,

and gazed solemnly into the surrounding void in quiet contemplation.

"So, are you prepared to hear my three suggestions?" Noah shattered the quiet, lifting a teacup to his mouth and taking a delicate sip.

"Go ahead," Pale responded, dropping her gaze back to him with an icy stare. "But remember your boundaries. I could easily obliterate all you hold dear if pushed too far."

Noah's grin remained steady. "I believe you. But you won't, right? I can tell you've grown too fond of me to end me just like that."

"Every word from your vile mouth deepens my disdain for you."

"Ouch." Noah pulled a feigned expression of pain. "But you mentioned disdain, not hatred. That's progress. Victory is victory, after all."

"Hatred?" Pale let out a scornful huff. "Hatred demands real emotion, and you're far beneath deserving it from me. Even your own mother doesn't qualify."

Noah's cheerful expression faltered just a bit. "Please," he murmured softly, "don't push my buttons. I can get far more unbearable than this."

"You're babbling, Son of Heretic," Pale replied with clear frustration. "State your three options and let's wrap this up."

Noah chose to end the banter. He drained the last of his tea, set the cup down with a faint clink, and turned his full focus toward Pale.

The air between them thickened, carrying a heavy aura of intense and grave quiet.

"Here's my offer, darling."

"Use that term once more, Son of Heretic, and you'll live to regret it."

Noah brushed aside her warning and lifted a single finger into the air.

"First choice: mirroring what you offered me, you could serve as my slave."

Pale's features darkened further, as though on the verge of splintering like fragile crystal.

Undeterred, Noah pressed on and extended a second finger.

"Second choice: you could take on a role similar to a protector. The safeguard for my kin."

Disbelief washed over the Pale Lady's face as she heard Noah propose she become... a protector. She, who could annihilate this Perfected Reality if not for that cursed Son of Emptiness and his singular might?

If Noah caught her reaction, he showed no sign of it while he kept speaking, hoisting a third finger.

This time, he paused for a second, a spark of amusement in his eyes, fully aware he was toying with a blaze that might consume him entirely.

Yet what defined Noah without his touch of madness and boldness? He braced himself and spoke as Providence shook her head wearily at her spouse.

"The third choice is my personal favorite, so pay close attention."

"Out with it," she growled.

"I want you to wed me," Noah declared without delay, his captivating smile nearly prompting Pale to sever his head. "I want you to link yourself to me entirely. And for your dowry, darling, I'll offer a present. One you'll surely appreciate."

"Hurry and explain before my tolerance snaps, Noah." Her tone trembled,

caught between utter devastation and intrigued wonder.

Noah clicked his fingers, summoning a stone that writhed with an eerie,

devouring force.

The very stone that had launched his entire tale.

Its radiating energy instantly hushed Pale,

leaving her eyes wide and mouth agape as she fixed on it.

"This... Son of Emptiness?"

Noah grinned, eyeing his former system, now ruined and reshaped

into a compact stone of immense power.

This stone embodied the essence that birthed his system.

The essence of the Son of Emptiness.

Noah had no desire for it any longer. Even so,

"Wed me, and this will be yours." He gave a nod of confirmation. "I warned you I'm quite generous."

Dazed, Pale stared at him, envisioning the vast possibilities that awaited with the Son of Emptiness's power under her control.

The idea of seizing it forcibly and fleeing didn't cross her mind. She couldn't. Unyielding dominion ruled this realm, and escape meant ruining her current form.

That option vanished the instant she laid eyes on the stone.

Still...

'Wed him?' Pale's brow furrowed at the notion. Weddings were trivial concerns for entities like Noah. Even affection felt alien to her kind.

Love was beyond her grasp, as she'd never experienced it. Nor did she believe she ever would.

Her sole ambition, her unyielding motivation, was to grow powerful enough to confront an Interpreter and pose one vital query.

But here's the cruel twist: to gain that strength, she'd have to dismantle the very constructs the Interpreters forged. Would answers come then? Or face eternal refusal?

Pale had no certainty. Yet she'd tread this road steadfastly, regardless of the duration or the costs involved.

And if one cost meant allowing a mere vessel to wed a loathsome inhabitant of Reality...

...then it was a reasonable trade for a taste of the Son of

Emptiness's might.

With this resolve, the Pale Lady steadied her emotions, now regarding

Noah with a calm, composed look.

She was set.

But before she could voice her thoughts, Noah's words rang out first.

"Oh, and obviously, I need to clarify this..."

He beamed with a sugary smile.

"...I intend to marry the true you. Not just your vessel."

Pale's thoughts froze - but only for an instant - before her expression contorted in fury as

she bellowed in wrath.

"I WILL KILL YOU!"

She sprang from her chair and pounced on Noah like a furious feline, slashing at his face in blind rage, though powerless to inflict real harm.

Noah allowed it, bursting into unrestrained laughter.

"If you've finished your outburst, let's proceed with the wedding, darling. I'm curious about your actual form."

"SHUT UP!"

"Hahahah!"

<Sigh...>

-End of Chapter 491-