Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 492 New Wife

"Have you settled down now?" Noah asked, his face covered in scratches, gazing up at Pale who perched atop him.

"Does it seem like I've calmed?" She snarled, lifting her arms in menacing bids to resume clawing at him.

"You seem to enjoy straddling me like this." Noah smirked, completely unfazed. "I'm fine with it, really. You could simply request i-!"

His sentence cut off abruptly as Pale raked her sharp nails across his lips. They tore into ragged strips, blood spurting out, yet mended instantly in a flash.

"I'm no match for you." Pale declared, her voice sharp as blades, rising gradually from Noah's position, positioning herself next to him and glaring down with frosty gaze. "Nor will you ever match me, you who dwell in reality."

Noah merely shrugged it off. "We'll discuss that later. Anyway?"

Using his elbows to brace against the smooth, energy-formed platform, Noah hoisted himself upright, reclining once more with his features free of all injuries. "What's your choice?"

Pale gazed at him for an extended period, her eyes clearly wavering on this choice. Earlier, when it involved her vessel, it hadn't posed a grave issue, but committing her actual body to wed Noah was

beyond anything she'd ever dreamed possible.

Among her own people, she'd never encountered such a notion.

'Am I truly about to go through with this?' She pondered, her feet shifting uneasily.

Pale inwardly damned her present form being merely a vessel, and an unfinished one besides.

Had it been her authentic body—her complete awareness—she might have devised a solution, an escape from this dire

predicament.

But circumstances differed, and the deeper she dwelled on it, the fiercer her rage at Gaia surged to hazardous heights.

'I misjudged her for being just a fledgling Seedling. And now I'm stuck like this,' she lamented inside, realizing no point in overcomplicating matters further.

Further deliberation proved pointless. She required the might of the Son of Emptiness. She could claim it now, and in doing so, her vessel remained safe.

By every measure, this turn of events benefited her greatly.

The sole annoyance came from Noah's irritating, grinning, taunting expression. Yet she could handle that easily.

All she had to do was put him in his proper spot.

"I agree." Pale stated, meeting his eyes directly. "Let's commence the ritual, whatever it entails."

A broad smile stretched across Noah's features. "Excellent!" He slapped his palms together, leaping to his feet and positioning himself mere inches from Pale.

Surprisingly, their heights matched exactly. Noah realized she'd tower over him if her vessel reached full form.

A tall woman, eh... He found that even more appealing.

"Prior to starting," Noah announced, extending his hand for a clasp, "I'd prefer to redo the introductions. This round, in earnest."

He halted briefly, his grin turning calmer and devoid of mockery.

"I'm Noah Vaelgrim. I'm Brandon Imane. I'm Raj Gaia." He started, causing Pale's brows to furrow in bewilderment. "Fatherless by design—spare the sympathy, I prefer it so—and born to three mothers. Furthermore, I'm the Prince of this Reality."

"Three mothers? How?" Pale questioned in disbelief. "Without a

father? When did Reality-dwellers become like that?"

"My life story waits for later." Noah replied, flicking his hand dismissively. "Now you."

Pale collected her thoughts. She held back her response for some time before exhaling in begrudging annoyance.

"My name's burden would crush you."

"Really? Instant death?"

"Based on what I've observed, not quite. But you'd brush against oblivion. I won't jeopardize the Son of Emptiness's power over

such a gamble."

"Tell me anyway." Noah urged. "I've perished two times already. I can handle teetering on the brink."

Pale regarded him briefly, aware of Noah's unyielding nature by then, and yielded.

She copied his gesture, lifting her hand to grip and enclosing her chilly, supple fingers around his.

A strange wriggling invaded his form right away, an unsettling tingle that warned of contact with the unimaginable.

This stirred in Noah a thrilling sense of peril.

"Most Seeds and my folk call me the Pale Lady," Pale uttered,

"yet my real name..."

In that instant, her form started shifting, transforming into an entity unbound by Reality.

Noah's pulse hammered wildly in his chest like a frenzied, foaming, whinnying stallion. His gaze expanded as Pale's visage shed away, revealing beneath a countenance so breathtaking his knees buckled almost.

"Damn it all..."

<By my Husband's name...>

Pale smiled genuinely for the first occasion, delighted by Noah's reaction, before completing her reveal.

"I'm Diatah Taraji Desdomona, part of one of the Four Ruling Races, the Desdomona."

Noah's legs buckled to the floor, his visage fracturing like rock, crimson fluid bursting wildly from the fissures.

The fissures raced across his whole frame, agony exploding as though lightning raged through his bloodstream.

Still, Noah gripped Diatah's hand tightly, his oozing eyes locked on hers with bold resistance.

Witnessing that, Diatah knelt low, her action making the nearby atmosphere snap and hiss everywhere. Level with his sight now, she bared a fierce smile, displaying lines of ivory fangs—so pure they seemed artificial—decorated with bands of writhing stars. "Didn't I warn you?" Her tone flowed like thawing ice, arrogant surpassing the ancient Vice of Pride itself.

She inched perilously near the tormented Noah. "You're no

peer of mine."

Noah echoed her smile, scarlet trickling from his splitting, crumbling mouth. "Pleased to meet you, Diatah. I believe we'll mesh famously. Agree?"

Diatah's grin widened further. "Time will tell..."

She hesitated, then tacked on with clear reluctance, "...husband."

"Phew. This greeting's one I'll never erase, my dear. So unforgettable."

Noah let out a sharp chuckle halted when his neck dissolved into

ash. At last, he let Diatah's hand slip free, and an object materialized

in front of him.

A band. Identical to those on his other wives.

He offered it to Diatah. Silently, she accepted and slipped it on, her exquisite features unchanging.

This gesture bound their vow irrevocably. Henceforth, the

Pale Lady possessed a spouse.

And her spouse was a mere Reality-dweller she could end with a

scornful huff.

No being in creation could deem this feasible—

not even Diatah—yet there she remained, adorned with the band and

regarding her spouse.

In that very second, regardless of her aversion to Noah, Diatah Taraji Desdomona couldn't deny a single truth....

"You are indeed extraordinary, Noah." She admitted, struggling to accept her new status as wedded.

What views would her kin—her people—hold of this?

Noah beamed. "Truly?" He remarked, and right then,

<You have married Diatah Taraji Desdomona, a ******, a being outside

of Reality itself.>

<Your Records have gained one more distinction. A significant one. A never-before-seen one.>

Providence hesitated, then...

<You have unlocked a SubClass.> <SubClass: Primordial Husband> -End of Chapter 492-