Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 502 - My Lord, I beg you

A rift tore through the fabric of space, and a man emerged from it, exuding an aura of supreme authority that enveloped him like a second skin.

Instantly, time froze across the entire cosmos.

Noah had returned at last to the Primus Universe. Shortly after, his wives emerged from the portal as well, forming a broad circle around him.

Their flowing hair in shades of crimson and gold, paired with their uniform attire, created a mesmerizing spectacle even in the frozen expanse.

Noah's initial action was to shut his eyes and draw in a profound breath of the universe's atmosphere. It felt odd to him, having spent such an extended period within the Spirit World.

The air carried less weight, the pervasive pressure from ambient power subtler yet still detectable to Noah in his current state.

However, that wasn't the sole sensation registering with him. At his Duke of Cloud rank, equivalent to Primordial - the Prince, he could perceive nearly every facet of the universe.

He sensed the perils afflicting it, along with the rift he had torn open prior to his death, which remained unsealed.

'Intruders.' Noah pondered inwardly, his eyes remaining closed, 'Numerous intruders infiltrating this universe. What are the Primordials up to?"

Since he could detect it, they must have some awareness too. Nevertheless, they merely guarded the area swarming with these intruders, akin to bacteria festering in an exposed injury - the zone filled only with disposable troops - while overlooking the true perils.

He inclined his head slightly, mulling over the matter, fully conscious that his mere presence had brought the entire Universe to a complete halt. "You've dispatched it quite a distance." Aphasia murmured, gazing toward a particular

direction.

Toward Laeh.

Solaris furrowed her brow at this, "And that region has been compromised as well. Oddly, though, I sense no animosity from the entities emerging from

the breach."

"Indeed." Noah agreed with a nod, "Dreamspawn." He concluded effortlessly, "It appears my daughter possesses far greater potential than I anticipated."

"Does it bring you joy?" Selene asked, a satisfied smile gracing her features after returning so forcefully, "I can sense it even from afar. It reeks of complications."

"That's simply her journey." Noah replied with a casual shrug, "I won't guide her hand through every step of her life. She doesn't require it. None of my offspring do."

A smile tugged at his lips,

"And haven't you noticed Premier?" His tone brimmed with pride, "The Seed of Mercy I bestowed upon him has blossomed in an unforeseen manner."

"Two of your children, developing beyond your expectations." Diatah remarked from nearby, "I wonder, what's that sensation like for you?"

Christelle stood behind her, wearing an enigmatic smile.

"How does it feel?" Noah finally lifted his gaze to meet hers. He then flashed a toothy grin, "Surprisingly fulfilling. It would seem hollow if I dictated their entire paths from start to finish. Their narratives... would lack flavor."

"Just as with you, my cherished wives." He scanned their faces, "I've embraced your decisions without hesitation because they define your individual journeys." His gaze shifted to Apollonia, "And you're on the verge of a choice I'll embrace as well."

At that moment, his eyes fixed on Red.

"Speak to me, my Paragon of War, what is your desire?"

"The Progenitor of Dragons." Red responded without delay, "Immediately,

husband. I demand her life this instant. My daughter has been slain, all traces of her obliterated..."

She pressed her lips together, her scarlet eyes blazing with intense fury and anguish, "I can't endure the wait any longer."

"Then wait no more." Noah declared.

With a snap of his fingers, Tiamat materialized before them, Ouroboros wrapped around her neck.

Red whipped her head toward the figure, poised to annihilate the granddaughter of the one responsible for her daughter's death.

And she would have, with her sisters lending full support

- were it not for Noah's intervention.

"I'll honor my wife's suffering." Noah stated, a subtle but joyless smile playing on his lips, "Esmeray will perish. What say you to that?"

Noah had forged an agreement with Tiamat: offspring in exchange for her binding herself to him.

This pact had proven vital, enabling him to secure the LOGOS Time blessing, which he now employed to suspend the entire

universe.

Only equals or more exceptional entities remained unaffected. Yet none dared approach him then.

Noah nearly burst into laughter. To imagine he had reached the pinnacle of the universe's power levels. The path to this point had been chaotic, in a way,

yet thoroughly rewarding.

'But a voyage lacking purpose is futile wandering. My goal... what is my true goal?"

It ought to have been ultimate perfection, yet following his exchange with Light, Noah deemed it insufficient. Still, such reflections could wait. For

the present...

"Even should I desire to halt you." Tiamat replied, "I lack the power."

She paused momentarily, then added, "That said, I'll resist with everything I possess."

"Knowing full well it means your death?"

"Yes. I have little left to forfeit."

"You could join our ranks," Maryam interjected,

raising an eyebrow, "All it requires is renouncing your grandmother."

Tiamat let out a bitter laugh, "Would you abandon your son, Paragon of Authority, no matter how heinous his deeds?"

The Dragon Princess pressed on without awaiting a reply, "No, you wouldn't. So why demand it of me? Do you claim exclusive rights to devotion and fidelity?"

"So you'll perish for her sake?" Red interjected now, her features contorted, blood streaming steadily from her mouth.

"Ideal." She went on, positioning herself mere inches from Tiamat, "I require a token for her upon our meeting. Care to suggest something?"

Rea's form had transformed entirely into blood, the overwhelming aura of demise, terror, fear, and grief so dense that the very air appeared to mourn with each of her inhalations.

She brought her face close to Tiamat's right ear, "I'm all ears."

Tiamat met the query with quiet. She angled her head just enough to glimpse Noah standing nearby, his expression one of complete detachment, arms folded across his torso.

Diatah flanked him. Her icy, otherworldly gaze regarded Tiamat with a hint of mild curiosity. Nothing beyond.

"Your promise." Tiamat uttered, her tone steady even as she confronted her inevitable doom and that of her entire lineage.

She recognized, with icy resolve, that the Noah before her stood unmatched across the universe.

"They've unleashed a beast. Damn you, Luelle!

"Will you uphold your vow to me, as I did to you?" She inquired, "Grant me children carrying your lineage before my end.

That's my sole request."

"Even at this juncture?" Noah stifled a laugh, "Even aware of what awaits?"

"Precisely now, my Lord." Tiamat responded respectfully, "My grandmother slew one of yours, so your vengeance is justified. And since you surpass her, victory and her demise are assured. I've come to terms with it. Thus, I yearn all the more for your progeny, to ensure they hold dominion capable of eradicating any lineage that wrongs them."

For the first time, Tiamat's lips curved into a smile. She inclined her head in deference, recognizing the might of the man opposite her, "Grant me this, my Lord, then slay me leaving my soul as mere recollections for you to retain. I implore you."

Tiamat's words hung in silence; soon shattered by Red's guttural roar.

"So be it." Red declared to herself, then thrust her hand into Tiamat's chest; the gruesome rip of muscle and bone echoing ominously, "But a heart isn't essential for survival."

She seized the vital organ, yanking it free from its cavity. Her motion unleashed a spray of tissue, skeletal fragments, and crimson fluid into the air in a horrific display. Tiamat let out a pained grunt, her senses reeling, complexion ashen as she collapsed to her knees, her torso now a hollow chasm without its core.

Blood spewed from her mouth, her frame quaking like foliage in a gale.

Red paid no heed to the figure crumpled before her. She examined the bizarre, throbbing mass in her clutch; it deviated from the form and hue of a typical heart.

Gradually, she pivoted toward her husband and then,

"Let us commence, husband. I possess the offering. Now we may proceed without seeming rude."

Her smile was profoundly unsettling.

Noah regarded her with keen intensity, then...

"Who compelled me to be such a devoted spouse?" He remarked softly, "Come, my love, let's initiate the reckoning."

He brought his palms together in a clap, sending Tiamat to the realm of The Tree of Ashes.

Another clap followed, transporting the Vaelgrim Family straight to the Dragon's Faction. -End of Chapter 502-