Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 505 Indulge us, master.

All the Paragons had attained the necessary level for advancement. Noah felt no shock at this development. He had orchestrated it intentionally, after all.

The sole path for his wives to advance lay in accomplishments. And the fastest route to earn such accomplishments right then was to utterly crush the entire Dragon-Elves faction.

They accomplished this without a hitch.

Now, they stood prepared, needing only to fulfill their Quest Advancement to formally enter the subsequent rank.

Noah possessed the ability to intentionally modify those quests, rendering them straightforward for his wives. Yet he refrained. Rather, he commanded Providence to intensify them, all aimed at fostering their greater strength.

However,

"You're pushing it too much, Noah." Lilith whispered, her lips quivering as she scanned her quest's details. Every quest differed, yet nearly all the women displayed the identical look as Lilith.

Incredulity, fury, and a touch of annoyance.

They fully grasped Noah's intentions behind this, yet boundaries existed. For each of them, the Quest Advancement demanded either excessive time or immense exertion to finish.

That's when the Paragons paused their musings, their pulses quickening as a cold epiphany struck them.

It didn't apply to everyone. Maryam and Selene appeared rather unmoved, but their gazes toward the rest revealed clear dismay.

"You've been pampered so thoroughly that putting in extra work leaves you all uneasy?" Maryam remarked, her head tilting with an oddly commanding air. "Are you actually griping?"

The group fell instantly quiet, catching the censure in Maryam's tone.

They had constantly assumed that regardless of Noah's aid, his protection, and his guarantees of their safety... they remained independent individuals, capable of defending themselves when required.

They were mistaken.

Comfort surely soothed the psyche. And with a soothed psyche, the physique would inevitably relax, followed by all else. Such an outcome manifested precisely in this current situation.

Virgo comprehended this better than most, given her Aspect of Decadence. She recognized, beyond question, how comfort ranked among the finest methods to undermine any entity.

Excess of it would extinguish the drive and the resolve to progress.

Yet what escaped her awareness was her own vulnerability to this snare.

Her embarrassment surged like an ocean, overwhelming her entire form in a manner that suffocated her internally. She lowered her gaze, yearning for the cosmos to engulf her.

Noah, by contrast, remained mostly silent. He gently stroked Red, who now dozed on his lap following her intense outburst of rage.

His opposite hand extended upward, palm toward the heavens, where a verdant-dark glow twisted upon it akin to dragons entwining with natural forces. This represented Esmeray's soul, cradled in his grasp like a plaything. In that instant, Noah held numerous options for her soul, but he opted to assign it a position that might serve as either boon or bane.

Everything hinged on Esmeray's disposition.

And given what he knew of her, the Prince understood Esmeray would prefer death over becoming their Soulbeast. That formed a primary motive for his action.

'It's preferable to let them endure eternally rather than grant swift death. Death offers release. I've come to realize that. And not all merit the release from life's bonds.'

Esmeray's soul started to wail.

'Thus, remain with me, Esmeray. Serve as my Herald even as you crave to sever my head. Follow my directives and those of my kin, despite your urge to destroy them. Submit obediently, though that's the utmost contrary to your desires toward me!'

As these notions solidified in his thoughts and projected toward Esmeray's shrieking soul, Noah at last addressed his wives.

They had settled into tranquility, hushed as the grave. He detected the shame and self-reproach over their underwhelming showing permeating the atmosphere.

In spite of their pathetic demise in the prior event, it appeared they still hadn't approached matters with sufficient gravity.

Noah could scarcely fault them, given his presence. But he desired his wives to ascend further and avoid perpetual reliance on him.

He longed to rely on them as well. And the sole means to achieve that required them to rise taller, more resolute, more dignified.

The greatest pride stemmed from personal achievement. Not from privileges bestowed by heritage.

"I don't believe I need to add more than what you've already realized." His voice softened as he spoke. "Still, remember that my only desire is for you to support yourselves, even in my absence."

The atmosphere turned icy.

"Yes." Solaris scowled. "I feel remorse, indeed, but I dislike your phrasing, Noah. 'When you are not here'? Without you, we cease to exist too."

"You know that well." Alice picked up. "We demonstrated it during the previous ordeal. And that remains unchanged, no matter our supremacy across all realms."

"Therefore," Anya chimed in, as Ester concluded, "adjust your words. Don't utter 'when I am not here'! Perhaps say 'when I choose to have you toil for me'."

Noah's mouth curved sharply at Ester's final remark. "I wouldn't phrase it that way, my dears. And honestly, are you attempting to divert the topic?"

They brushed aside his final comment.

"I wouldn't object to toiling for you, master." Dominique purred seductively. "In truth, I yearn for those times you handled me as such. Shall we revisit it?"

"I concur." Lilith exhaled sorrowfully. "Pamper us, master. We belong to you in the rawest manner imaginable."

"Well then..." Justicia murmured, flustered, rubbing her right cheek anxiously. "I... also crave the intense approach you took with me before."

"I was intense, I believe, last time."

"I crave it fiercer. I want you to shatter my pus-!"

"Not at this moment, please." Sophie sighed wearily, dragging a frustrated hand across her features. "I don't wish to stir from their lewd talk. My core tightens already. Blast it, I'm striving to hold onto guilt. Why can't you all act gravely for once? And you, Husband, resist feeding their whims!"

"Sophie, my cherished empress, I'm endeavoring."

With that, the earlier strained mood dissolved like frost beneath a scorching blaze. The wives commenced lighthearted exchanges among themselves. Nevertheless, Noah discerned the subtle shift in their demeanors.

For several minutes, each discussed her quest and strategies to conquer it swiftly while extracting maximum insight.

He grinned with satisfaction. "I possess the finest wives, do I not?" He murmured to Diatah.

"They hold one praiseworthy trait."

"What's that?"

"Their devotion to you."

Noah couldn't confirm, but he sensed a trace of jealousy in Diatah as she voiced it. Yet it vanished as swiftly as it emerged.

Before he could dwell on it, Christelle seized Diatah's arm and pulled her into the group.

"You! What-!"

"You must apologize for your insolence toward our sisters." She stated evenly.

"Excuse me? Who are you to demand my apology? Release me, or face consequences!"

Christelle merely beamed, her eyes arching into moon-like curves. It appeared endearing, yet carried an odd undertone. It resembled a mother's grin toward a misbehaving child in company—one foretelling discipline later.

Diatah sensed unease and unexpectedly felt urged to yield to Christelle.

Noah observed the exchange and smirked. 'I knew Christelle would excel!'

For only a handful understood the woman's distinctive, albeit peculiar, qualities.

Noah cherished Christelle deeply, beyond common perception. Shaking his head, he allowed his wives to gear up for their quests, utilizing his quest prize to transform Esmeray into their Soulbeast.

Yet he went further.

In one motion, Noah usurped the Primordial authority and rank of Dragons and Elves from Esmeray.

Consequently,

Noah emerged as the fresh Progenitor of Dragons and Elves mere hours post-return.

<Unique Class acquired.>

-End of Chapter 505-