Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 498: Always

The entire Primus Principality had been brought back to life merely by Noah brushing away some dust. It seemed bizarre, yet one must consider Noah's transformed status.

Should he desire it, the Spirit World of the Primus Universe would cease to exist. However, he possessed the wisdom not to weaken himself in that way.

His elevated role granted him authority that no one in the waking Universe would dare even imagine. He stood as the initial figure to seize total control over a Principality without the Origin Will looming over him.

Had The Records continued to chronicle his journey, all of existence would have trembled at such an inconceivable feat.

Luckily—or perhaps unfortunately—that was no longer possible.

Following the revival of the Primus Universe, Harusu desired to depart instantly. She longed to vanish right away, severing all ties with Noah forever.

This stemmed not just from his irritating nature, but also from his strange knack for stirring the emotions she yearned for deep inside.

The craving to be spoiled, to be noticed, to hear soft, romantic murmurs.

Having endured solitude for countless ages, undisturbed by anyone, Harusu had spent endless epochs fantasizing about such tender connections.

And as the saying goes?

Love, care, and the need to be recognized and valued rank among the deepest instincts any creature can possess.

Every individual must share and grasp their personal tales by embracing life completely. Narratives lacking these elements turn dull and flavorless.

Yet despite her deep longing for all that, Harusu viewed Noah as unreliable. She opted for isolation over linking herself to a man with over 20 wives already.

’I knew it! A deceiver! A schemer! A man driven by desire!’ Harusu reflected bitterly before vanishing entirely, casting a final sharp look at Noah.

Though Noah couldn’t hear her inner monologue, her expression revealed her sentiments clearly enough.

He shifted his gaze to Diatah at his side, the pair hovering high above the Principality's skies, observing the souls resuming their routines as though no catastrophe had struck.

Ignorance indeed proved a true blessing for the majority.

"I’m really not unreliable," he protested, cocking his head, "What makes her believe otherwise?"

"You flirt with every woman like some kind of playboy." Taraji responded with a shrug, "Naturally, she’d see you that way."

"I’m beginning to suspect it’s jealousy on your part. And that’s simply who I am. Notice how I don’t keep pointing out that you’re a brash, haughty woman who ought to recognize her limits?"

He flashed a toothy smile, "But that defines you. So I embrace it. You ought to try the same, sweetheart."

"Why should I?"

"Because this is a partnership. I’m embracing your true self and striving to cherish you in the manner you desire, not just how I prefer."

"So you’ve already tumbled for me?" She mocked with a smirk, "Don’t you fall too quickly?"

"Well, sweetheart, not quite. I do not fall in love."

Taraji raised an eyebrow. Noah continued softly,

"To fall in love implies it’s an unintended event, occurring without awareness or permission."

He shook his head, "That’s not my way, darling. I choose, always, to love someone. Deliberately, intentionally, through my own decision. And at this moment, I’m pursuing that very choice. Though... it requires your willingness too."

He shrugged afterward, "You should give it a shot."

Taraji cocked her head, gazing intently at him, then averted her eyes without a word.

She chose silence, preferring it over confessing her ignorance about love’s true essence.

Within her lineage, unions weren’t forged from affection. They served to safeguard the bloodline, maintain their status in the Expanse, and bolster their influence.

For them, love remained as alien and baffling as innocence and timidity were to the succubi of Lust.

Thus, she lacked knowledge of how she wished to receive love or how to express it herself.

And she had no intention of grappling with those emotions anyway.

’I possess a mission to fulfill. Love holds no necessity for me. The Desdomona require solely strength and prestige.’

Moreover, love acted as a affliction of the soul. A weakness that might lead to her ruin.

Therefore, Diatah Taraji Desdomona spurned love. Much like her family had done for generations.

Noah lacked the complete details, but his keen sight and fresh Subclass ’Primordial Husband’ aided him immensely in sensing his wife’s emotions.

He let out a soft sigh, opting for patience.

Then he rolled his neck, breathing out sharply, "Time to proceed, Providence."

He grinned,

"Let’s ascend to the Duke of Cloud rank!"

<As you command, Husband.>

A radiant crimson-gold glow burst from Noah’s form, initiating the change.

In addition to the ring from the Lord of Harmony phase, a crimson-gold earring now adorned his left ear.

A fresh State emerged: the State of Cloud, enabling him to extend his presence like floating clouds via his followers.

Thus, another Authority came into being.

The Second Authority: Bestow.

Before long, the shift concluded, elevating Noah to Primordial level at last.

Leveraging that surging strength, he accessed the concealed domain of the Tree of Ashes.

…

Far overhead in the Ashes realm—or the Library of Records as Providence termed it—the heavens split open like drawn-back curtains, revealing Noah and Diatah descending.

Instantly, the women perched upon The Tree of Ashes, their features marked by subtle concern, whipped their gazes skyward.

Alice led the charge, yelling first and crashing into Noah’s frame.

"NOAH!" She cried out, burying her head against his torso.

Noah beamed warmly, stroking Alice’s hair with affection. His might had surged dramatically, though its signs remained subtle.

Only a vague hint could be detected.

Maryam, Light, Love and Shadow, and Idalia—the latter pair fully bound—alone sensed the overwhelming force of his power, given their near-Primordial proximity. Their eyes widened in astonishment.

Yet that surprise morphed into fear as they focused on Diatah, who peered down at them with a furrowed brow.

Evidently, the Desdomona heir disapproved of the scene below.

Nevertheless, none of this penetrated Noah’s awareness. Encircled by his wives radiating love, warmth, and loyalty, he lost all restraint.

From their demise in the Waking Universe up to this point, countless events had unfolded, particularly for him.

He hadn’t found moments to properly nurture his wives or offer the devotion they merited.

But that era ended now.

Having reached Primordial level, he commanded complete dominion over their Universe’s Spirit World.

Through his boon, time lost all relevance—he could halt it within his domain effortlessly.

With those thoughts, he softly clasped Emmy’s hand and drew her close against him, his gaze and tone filled with craving,

"I regret ignoring all of you." He declared, scanning their faces, then grinned, "Shall I make amends, my lovely ladies?"

The suggestive tone in his words shone brightly. Without any directive, Providence divided the Realm of Ashes in twain.

One section for Noah and his spouses, the other for the captives and those unfit to behold his wives’ bare forms.

Then Providence manifested in her tangible shape, grinning bashfully,

"I refuse to be left out of what’s next."

They laughed lightly, and Dominique pressed her mouth to Noah’s before Emmy could react.

Justicia followed suit, embracing and kissing Noah with an intense yearning that seemed foreign to her. She appeared agitated, even terrified, as though craving his embrace and aroma to erase some lingering distress.

Noah showered her with far more than enough.

"Come here, darling." He murmured to her.

"Do I belong to you, Noah?" She inquired abruptly, her voice thick with desire and concealed anxiety.

Noah stroked her cheeks tenderly, "Always."

He pressed his lips to hers. Justicia surrendered fully to his comfort.

And thus, the moment ignited at last.

All the while, Maryam and Diatah observed from afar.

’Why must I witness this?’ Diatah wondered inwardly with veiled distress.

’Is this meant for me too?’ Maryam pondered secretly with concealed delight.