Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 504: Rage

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

Noah's Paragon wives, having defeated the Dragon-Elves faction, face tougher Quest Advancements he deliberately intensified to foster their growth. Initially outraged at the difficulty, they confront their growing complacency and dependence on him, spurred by Maryam's reproach and their own shame. As Noah holds Esmeray's tormented soul, deciding her fate as their unwilling Soulbeast, the wives banter defiantly yet resolve to tackle their quests earnestly, while he claims her authority to become the new Progenitor of Dragons and Elves.

Chapter 504 – Rage

Heads turned sharply as Red and the rest of the wives fixed their bewildered gazes on Noah.

"Soulbeast?" They chorused together, with over half lacking true knowledge of its meaning.

Diatah, Maryam, and Virgo alone grasped the importance of such an entity, leaving them the most shocked by their husband's choice.

"Are you certain?" Maryam asked, her gaze locked on the shifting form of Esmeray amid the universe's tremors surrounding them.

It felt truly magical. Already, probing stares bore down upon them, and bold presences soared in their direction.

Yet, Noah’s protective barrier enveloped the entire Dragon’s Faction domain, making intruders hesitate before crossing its bounds.

"It’s a chance we can’t miss." Noah replied, easing back into his chair for greater comfort.

A swirling field of crimson-gold energy enveloped him and his wives, absorbing every errant thread of force from Esmeray’s changes.

This force resembled void itself, instilling an unsettling chill even among his companions.

"A Soulbeast embodies a Family, a Faction, or in extremely rare instances, one lone person." Diatah murmured softly, "Selecting this creature as ours nearly dishonors my legacy."

"Our family?" Noah countered, cocking his head, "Darling, you’re warming up to it, huh? I’m truly thrilled for you."

Diatah glared fiercely at him, "This isn’t the moment for your silly banter, Noah. I could’ve offered a finer Soulbeast."

"I’m aware." He agreed with a nod, "But this choice isn’t terrible either. Why the big reaction? She can surely advance and transform further."

A faint smile crossed his lips,

"I don’t possess anything subpar. You’d have to doubt me greatly to think my bloodline wouldn’t elevate her to true greatness."

"Your bloodline sits merely at Reality tier." Diatah sneered, "What makes you boast so much about it?"

"Can’t this lady just stay quiet?" Apollonia snarled, eyeing Diatah with clear disdain, "and learn to speak properly to our husband."

"I figured I wasn’t alone in my annoyance." Anta chimed in, her eyes narrowing, "She stirs my destructive urges so fiercely I yearn to unleash them. May I, dear?"

Thus it started, the wives growing rightly upset and vexed by Diatah’s ongoing rude and haughty attitude toward Noah.

The man merely grinned. He tolerated Diatah’s manner as long as she stayed within limits, but his wives lacked his patience.

Nevertheless, this wasn’t the moment to school Diatah—assuming it would even succeed. The Prince observed her expression hardening gradually.

She wouldn’t harm any of them, yet the Desdomona’s heir wielded a razor-sharp tongue that could drive one to despair all by itself.

And thus,

"Enough of this." Noah cut in, silencing the group instantly, "Red, the soul shift for her is finished now."

As if awaiting that very cue, Red moved without delay, approaching Esmeray at a measured pace.

The core transformation had concluded, leaving only the external, corporeal form unfinished.

Noah enveloped Red with his fresh State "Cloud" and channeled a fragment of his essence through her. This boosted Red’s strength to unprecedented heights, allowing her to navigate the tempest of energy from Esmeray’s ascension unscathed.

The universe’s quakes intensified dramatically.

"Elves exist, particularly the Worldborn—our foes." Noah noted, "The dragons are here too. But wiping out such species entirely from our cosmos serves no purpose."

He halted, watching Red reach Esmeray at last, then pressed on:

"That said, I demand the Worldborn eradicated fully, driven to extinction. So proceed, and slay them all, yet spare sufficient numbers for future breeding."

He aimed to avoid further draining the universe’s vitality, despite recognizing possible gains from doing so.

His instructions prompted the wives to act. They all set off, dispersing across the Dragon’s Faction realms like flocks on the move.

Diatah alone stayed behind, and Noah hadn’t anticipated otherwise.

Thus, he remained seated, relaxed, observing as Red knelt down, grasping a handful of Esmeray’s green-black locks and pulling with force enough to pulverize a planet into ash.

That’s when Noah spotted the alterations in Esmeray’s look. Her tresses now blended green with black streaks—sleek, lustrous, and flowing long.

Her ears stretched even longer, her eyes featured white irises surrounding slitted green pupils resembling foliage. Her skin turned green, adorned with black tattoos across her chest—breasts and belly—in an enchanting tribal pattern.

Her allure had transformed into something utterly unprecedented. Noah detected interwoven powers of elves and dragons, plus a subtler essence, fusing flawlessly within her.

Though her shift remained partially undone, her might could overwhelm Red a billionfold.

Still, Noah’s blood droplet restrained Esmeray’s inner forces, while his augmentation on Red reached extraordinary peaks.

Combined, this led to the terrifying spectacle unfolding before Noah and Diatah.

Red gripped Esmeray’s silken strands, repeatedly slamming her head into the floor. Bone-shattering cracks and crunches echoed eerily through the space, mingled with Esmeray’s piercing cries of fury.

The Paragon of War ignored it all. As Esmeray’s blood stained the surface, Red manipulated it to form deadly spikes infused with death and war essences.

Through her war domain, she commanded elements like endless grief, fear, panic, and despair.

And she kept driving the head of this emergent Paragon of Dragons and Elves onto those spikes. Esmeray’s visage ripped apart, eyes gouged and burst, nose shattered and crushed, lips sliced away, teeth fractured, elongated ears gnawed off by Red’s own bite.

The scene was nightmarish, and Red shed crimson tears throughout, her thoughts dwelling on her daughter, her son-in-law, Aurelia, and the steady, dependable Eric.

The deeper her reflections on them, the fiercer her blows grew, until Esmeray’s cranium split wide.

Within lay a marvel, yet the Paragon of War hammered relentlessly with her fist wrapped in accursed energy.

By the eighth strike, Esmeray’s head dissolved into a pulpy ruin.

After hours of unbridled fury, it all concluded, the noises ceasing as a heavy aroma bloomed.

Red Vaelgrim knelt there, her form and features drenched in blood, eyes streaming, body quaking as she stared at Esmeray’s motionless corpse.

The Primordial lay slain.

Yet Red’s anger lingered undimmed. She bowed her head, sobbing like a little one, clutching her face in gore-smeared palms.

Suddenly, she stilled, sensing Noah’s warm embrace enveloping her.

Without lifting her gaze, she sobbed more intensely, gripping him tightly. Noah stayed silent initially, then lifted a hand to stroke her hair tenderly.

"She’ll return." He murmured, "I swear it."

Just then, his wives reappeared, some spotless, others bathed in blood.

They had fulfilled their duties.

And so,

—End of Chapter 504—