Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 493 - Deal? Deal.

Noah gazed upon the notifications interface from Providence, his features etched with fascination.

For the first time, something resembling a Class or a SubClass had appeared before him. This novelty sparked his curiosity about their origins and purposes.

Moreover, the SubClass title itself proved remarkably appealing. He found it enchanting. Any reference to Husband resonated sweetly with him.

Understanding her husband's sentiments, Providence proceeded to elaborate,

<Main Class: Lord of Harmony.>

<SubClass: Primordial Husband>

<Description: A husband serves as a guardian, a sustainer, a sanctuary, and a loyal companion. You embody all these roles. But you transcend them. Once wed to another, no force—not even death—can sever your bond. Not even the erasure of existence itself. Solely one element could divide you... yet it amounts to nothing.>

<Abilities: Eternal Companion, Living Refuge, First Protector.>

<Unique Authority: The Guider>

With intense eagerness, Noah absorbed the notification's details. Yet, prior to any deeper exploration, a fresh surge of energy began infiltrating his form.

A suppressed wave of satisfaction washed over him as he sensed his skeletal structure, musculature, and every internal component reshaping under an extraordinary force.

<You have bonded with Diatah Taraji Desdemona.>

Once more, Providence's voice resounded powerfully.

<Given her minimal affection level toward you, a single acquisition from her remains possible.>

<What do you select?>

On this occasion, he gradually raised his gaze toward Diatah, who stood motionless. Her expression remained stunned, fixated on the band encircling her finger, as though struggling to accept her new marital status.

Through what felt like his freshly acquired SubClass, Noah detected that his recent spouse harbored concealed anxieties she revealed to no one.

Anxieties that tormented her spirit, barring her from embracing any sentiments beyond an intense urge to pursue the route of ultimate convergence... where her inquiries would find resolution... where ultimate clarity awaited...

Clarity on what?

Noah remained clueless. He merely possessed a vague intuition regarding his wives' emotional states.

This awareness extended beyond Diatah alone. Within his mind, he perceived his wives' essences vividly, as if they lingered intimately close.

He could detect their concerns and, with slight concentration, glimpse fragments of their visions through shared perception.

What filled their sights was Diatah's icy visage looming over the Principality. It evoked apocalyptic dread.

Terror gripped them.

Nevertheless, amid this cascade of dread, two entities trembled from entirely distinct causes.

Justicia and Apollonia.

Justicia, in particular, sent a shiver piercing through Noah's core.

He swiftly redirected his attention to the immediate scene, eager for swift resolution, his eyes meeting Diatah's downward stare.

Up to this point, Noah hadn't fully acclimated to her allure. Diatah Taraji possessed complexion akin to sculpted marble, profoundly fair, adorned with tattoos enveloping her entire left arm.

These dark tribal markings induced vertigo in Noah if scrutinized excessively.

Her locks matched in pallor, interwoven with countless rings forged from solidified star clusters. A piercing through her septum accentuated her nose, enhancing her mesmerizing aura.

Her ears bore multiple piercings as well, and her irises gleamed obsidian, with pupils of white splintered into nine segments, each resembling a unique beast.

Once more, Noah found himself captivated. Apparently, his gaze lingered overlong, prompting Diatah to furrow her brow in irritation.

"There is a limit to how hard you can look at me," she said. "It's getting

annoying."

"Is this how you speak to your husband?" Noah cocked his head, not pausing for a reply before adding, "Anyway. Before I give you this rock, I have things to ask and tell you."

Taraji offered no response, though her gaze indicated attentiveness.

Noah raised a single digit skyward. "What is the power you like the most in yourself?"

She knitted her brows at the inquiry yet replied promptly, keen to conclude. "My eyes," she stated, gesturing toward them. "I can see the Point of

Stagnation of a being with them."

"And what can you do with it?"

"I can make that point permanent," she said. "I have the power to make evolution impossible."

Noah's eyes expanded at her declaration. His mind whirled in frantic spirals. Should she possess the ability to halt evolution, wouldn't that equate to barring anyone from advancing in strength, improvement, or enlightenment?

Wouldn't it equate to a gradual, agonizing demise?

Noah understood perfectly that stagnation in evolution doomed one in this cosmos or broader reality. Such entities merely fueled others' progress.

Yet Noah's reflections plunged further, contemplating the fallout if Taraji rendered an entire universe... immobile.

She embodied, in essence, the Cessation of Origins. The Halt of Transformation.

That mere notion caused the hairs along his spine to bristle sharply.

Taraji's serene tone interrupted his musings.

"Next question," she declared, behaving as though her prior statement held no profound implications.

"The eyes, then," Noah exhaled, finalizing his decision on what to claim from

her.

"This is no longer a question, but a warning." He presented the rock for her view. "To sidestep certain troublesome issues targeting me—or even you—we must address this rock."

"Furthermore, we must discuss our return to the

Principality."

"What do you mean?"

"I have structures to demolish, and an authority to seize from

someone."

Noah grinned, rolling his shoulders.

"I will need your help."

"One thing first, Noah."

"Hm?" He inclined his head.

"How many wives do you have?"

Absolute quiet descended.

<Whew. What an unexpected question.>

Noah's mouth corners jerked involuntarily, baffled by the query's emergence.

"I mean," he started, faltering slightly, "Many?" He flashed a charming smile.

Taraji's gaze turned icier.

"So my husband is a man-whore?"

"That's harsh, sweetheart. I am a cultured man. Nothing else, nothing

more. Besides, that's not the subject, okay? Let's focus here."

"What's the subject?" Her tone dripped with scorn.

"Destruction of a Principality and theft of authority."

"What will be my role?"

"You destroy, I steal." Noah smiled charmingly. "Deal, sweetheart?"

Taraji rolled her eyes. "I need to vent my frustration anyway."

She flexed her left hand, the tattoo emitting a malevolent glow.

"Deal."

In the meantime, within the Waking Universe, Rue Octave had recently entered Celestial's primary realm, Luminary.

There, his frame still throbbed from Soleil's ruthless strike and his thoughts tangled by recollections of unlived experiences... Rue Octave encountered another celestial right at Luminary's threshold. A figure from his distant past, bonded as a comrade through the shared theft of their histories by Aurelia.

Now, these longtime allies faced one another once again, their stares meeting amid a rush of mutual comprehension laced with profound terror.

"W-What... what are you doing here?" Rue Octave stammered, an urge to escape his companion surging instinctively.

His inner being wailed, urging retreat, but his limbs stayed rooted, drawn inexorably closer.

"I..." Castria replied, his golden gaze quaking similarly, "don't know. I just... I just felt like coming here..."

"I don't know, Rue. My mind... my mind has been messing with me

lately. My memories are weird. I... remember things I shouldn't... and oh, Light burn me..."

Castria's words dropped to a murmur as he gripped Rue's shoulders with unsteady hands.

"I," he breathed, his tone laden with unparalleled dread, "...I

just killed all my elven servants, their souls nothing but ashes."

Rue's form shuddered. "Why?" he forced out, though the answer already gnawed at him.

"I don't know, Light have mercy, Rue!" he nearly bellowed. "I don't

know! But I hate them... I hate the elves! I hate them! But why? Why do I hate them?"

Tears cascaded from his eyes.

"What is happening to me, Rue, friend? Tell me, for the sake of the Light above!" Rue's throat felt parched as sand. "No," he uttered. "What is happening to

us, Light above, you mean... Because, Castria..."

He embraced him and murmured gently,

"I hate myself. I hate you. I want to kill you. I..."

His timbre shifted, adopting a feminine lilt.

"I want to kill all of you."

-End of Chapter 493-