Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 506 Primus

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.

These words appeared vividly within Noah's thoughts, causing the entire universe to freeze in place. On this occasion, however, the halt wasn't triggered by his power.

Noah glanced around, detecting that the temporal suspension far exceeded his own abilities, succeeding in immobilizing even the Progenitors of every other race.

Noah turned his gaze backward, noticing that all present except Diatah remained utterly motionless. Their gazes connected, and he caught a spark of awareness regarding the circumstance in her expression.

He opened his mouth to inquire about the event, yet sealed it right away. His query was already being addressed by the luminous white alert screens, accompanied by Providence's thrilled tone.

With that, the alerts ceased, appearing delayed. Noah inclined his head gently, eyebrows knitting, while simultaneously feeling Diatah approaching at a trot. Shortly after, she positioned herself beside him, quiet and observant.

The Prince, elevated to Duke status, remained more focused on the unfolding scene before him.

Providence's alert screens appeared to falter, as though reluctant to convey a message. Just before his tolerance wore out, the screens

ultimately displayed readable content.

Noah's eyes expanded faintly, a hint of astonishment entering his captivating mismatched gaze.

Noah grinned slyly. "So you're basically leaving me with no option except to agree?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, with a touch of indifference. "Well, I don't object. I'm intrigued."

Noah then turned his head toward his defiant spouse. "Care to join me, darling?"

"Why should I?" She shot him a fierce look.

"Why, naturally, because I cherish your presence."

"You surely enjoy having a formidable ally nearby if complications arise."

"Who wouldn't want a strong companion at their side?" Noah laughed lightly. "Not me, certainly. So, will you come or not?"

Diatah paused briefly, then inclined her head gradually. "I will."

Noah's face lit up with a radiant smile, his striking features achieving a forbidden allure momentarily, before he responded to the Will.

"I accept." He declared, softly taking hold of Diatah's hand. The woman flinched, the contact resembling thunderous lightning surging through her frame. She automatically attempted to swat his hand aside. But prior to yielding to her rash impulse...

"My wife will accompany me."

... a brilliant, pristine radiance permeated the space ahead of them. The atmosphere rippled, fluctuated, then ripped apart, engulfing the pair in its depths.

...

The location gleamed entirely white, fissures sprawling across surfaces where a substance resembling blood oozed forth. Notions of spatial limits were absent; the domain extended endlessly.

Noah and Diatah surveyed their surroundings, their attention fixing on the figure positioned in front of them. There, perched upon flickering white stars, sat a man who appeared in his thirties.

All aspects of him matched the surrounding realm's whiteness - including his beard and brows - imparting an odd yet captivating appearance.

The vacant, ashen eyes of the Primus Universe's Will remained locked on Diatah, his frown deepening the more his stare persisted.

"What brings a non-Reality-Dweller into my domain, I must ask?" He uttered, his tone aged and infused with subtle sagacity. "Have you strayed from your path?"

Diatah offered no reply. She cast a sideways look at Noah, then opened her mouth.

"Handle what you must. Then I'll handle what I must."

Her speech carried directness, laced with a sense of inevitability that Noah had grown accustomed to in her. In such moments, nothing could deter her from pursuing her exact intentions.

Noah exhaled mentally, already anticipating her objective.

Electing to address it subsequently, he pivoted toward Primus. "You requested my presence. Here I am."

"I observe that, Prince." Primus responded respectfully, yet stealing another glance at Diatah. "But what about-!"

"Ignore her." Noah cut off his anxious inflection with a relaxed demeanor. "She enjoys projecting intimidation. But don't let it deceive you. She's truly kind and affectionate."

Diatah whipped her head in his direction, her lips quivering, but he merely grinned.

"So, reveal the purpose of summoning me."

Primus acknowledged with a nod. He gestured his hand horizontally before him; the motion summoning a table encircled by seats.

The table shone white, etched with peculiar forms. Forms Noah recognized intimately - at the very least, many of them.

These depicted the races spanning the entire universe. Each one illustrated on that surface, arranged by their inherent might and dominance. To his profound astonishment, Noah noted his own lineage, the Vaelgrim Family, lacking the top rank. In fact, it wasn't even among the leading five. His people occupied the 9th slot. He struggled to conceal his disappointment as he claimed his seat - Diatah to his right, Primus opposite them - though it appeared the Will discerned it regardless.

"The 9th rank surpasses what I thought any individual could attain alone." He remarked, offering a subtle smile. "You are remarkable, Prince."

Noah dismissed his motivational phrases.

"Who are these races? I've never encountered tales of them." He questioned, deeming it absurd that such mighty groups lurked within the cosmos, shunning visibility or aid to their origin world.

These entities permitted Celestials, Divine Beasts, Dragons, and Elves to behave as overlords of the vast universe.

Nevertheless, those groups didn't even enter the top twenty. Solely the Celestials held the 20th place.

"If awareness of them existed," Primus started, "that would be astonishing in itself, Prince."

"What are you implying?" Noah's frustration mounted.

"You'll discover it shortly. And that's precisely why I require your aid." Primus stated, catching Noah off guard with the abrupt declaration.

"Are you aware, Prince, of the Hunt of the Horn of Prime?" Noah creased his brow in memory. He did remember that among his rewards for completing the Advancement Quest lay details on the Hunt of the Horn of Prime.

"It appears you are," Primus grinned, interlacing his fingers and resting them on the table ahead. "Thus, it simplifies posing this to you, Prince."

"Pose what?"

"To safeguard me." Primus declared, his tone turning gravely earnest.

Noah, perplexed, merely stared at him, attempting to decipher the oddly familiar yet strange statements emerging from Primus.

Yet, the Universe's Will lacked time to allow contemplation, pressing onward rapidly.

"Safeguard me, Prince, and I'll grant whatever you desire within my power." "Hold on, what? And from what? Against whom?" Noah demanded, bewildered, his eyes sharpening. "The intruders from other universes?"

"What? No, Prince! By Mother's grace, never." He denied vehemently, shaking his head vigorously while drumming his palm anxiously on the table.

"Not external threats!" He proclaimed forcefully. "I need protection from my own residents!"

The pristine realm held its breath momentarily.

"Safeguard me, and secure my Horn so these Progenitors can never lay hands on it!"

-End of Chapter 506-