Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 507 - Talk with Primus

Noah slipped into a deep hush, his stare locked firmly on Primus, with ideas swirling endlessly in his mind.

Primus's statements weren't to be brushed off casually, given the enormous scale of his demand. Yet, prior to weighing the offer, various uncertainties still needed to be cleared away.

Thus, Noah gave a slight shake of his head, composed himself, settled into the most relaxed pose possible under the circumstances, and opened his mouth.

"Why me?" Noah questioned, his tone carrying a clear edge of gravity blended with commanding power. "I am strong, I know. I am special, that too, I know well. But who or even what gave you the confidence to believe that I wouldn't go after the Horn like anyone else?"

His mouth curved gradually into a chilly grin.

"You would be a fool and more if you didn't consider that possibility, Primus. And I hate fools."

"I would be, indeed, wouldn't I." Primus agreed with a nod, then gestured with his hand across the space. Teacups and a jar - emitting steamy, enticing nectar that covered the entire domain - materialized on the table.

Primus ran his tongue over his lips, then went on.

"However, Prince, I have existed far longer than you can fathom. Universes endure ages. And I bear the name Primus. Allow me to point out, Prince, that names carry weight. Mine weighs heavily. Heavier than most, enabling entities like you to emerge within."

He stopped, raised his gaze to meet theirs, then grinned. "Now, don't misunderstand me. I am not claiming perfection, but certain errors I won't repeat."

He filled tea into two cups and slid them softly toward Noah and Diatah. The pair glanced at them, then exchanged looks, before grasping hold.

It felt warm yet chilled.

"So tell me why." Noah stated, taking a sip of the tea. His eyes

widened right away, astonished by the amazing flavor surging through him.

Diatah showed equal excitement from it.

"I was not done yet, that was all." Primus responded, tasting his own tea. "Because I would have proposed to you something that would be much more fitting to your needs."

"Maybe my needs lie in the Horn."

"If your need is owning an old man on his last leg like me, flaunting it like a child owning a treasure, then it sure would be. But if your need is to be the One and Only..."

There, Noah halted, raising his head high enough to view Primus's smiling face.

"...then maybe, Prince, just maybe we can discuss more about it."

"The One and Only?" Noah repeated.

"You have obtained the right to be the Progenitor of Dragons and Elves. Quite frankly, Esmeray surprised me. A shame to see her in her current state."

"Don't overstep." Noah said with a warning tone.

Primus raised his hand in surrender. "Did I?" He chuckled before

continuing his words. "As I was saying, you became the Progenitor of

Dragons and Elves. An interesting position, but is that all your drive can shoulder?"

He flashed his white teeth in a grin.

"Can't you see more than that, Prince?"

"I dislike meaningless words."

"I dislike impatient people, too. Am I complaining, Prince?"

Noah scowled.

Primus grinned then. "In other words, dear

what do you think

of becoming the only Progenitor of the Primus Universe? The Origin of all? The One and Only?"

Noah's heart pounded erratically quick, his pulse racing as the weight of Primus's words sank into his thoughts.

At his side, Diatah now wore an expression of shock and keen interest. She fixed her gaze on the Will of the Universe, narrowed them

threateningly.

"Why would you?" She grated, drawing Noah's focus back to the moment. "You are giving the core fragmented power of your universe to one single being. No matter how you put it, puppet, it isn't logical for one who wants to protect itself from internal betrayers." "Fair observation." Primus drawled. "But here are the things you failed to understand, Foreigner."

The Will pointed his slender, pale finger towards the seated Noah.

"This lovely Prince here would not betray me once he accepts the deal. You see, people like him have an image to keep. They wouldn't

destroy it."

"Then you know me not, Primus."

"You were born within my expanse." Primus said, giving him a look. "So

I do, Noah Brandon. I do well."

Noah sneered.

The Will shifted his focus back to Diatah.

"And you see, Foreigner, the only way I can make him choose to protect me without joining the ranks of my hunters is to give him something at that level."

He smiled thinly, even forcibly. "So you see, Foreigner, I do not quite have a choice. This is the price I need to take to protect myself from

my different selves."

"A steep price, I say. One you will likely regret." She sneered. "Isn't it

pathetic?"

"Oh yes it certainly is. Weakness has this mad-touched tendency to make you wish reality would swallow you whole. Yet it never did.

Mother's above!"

"Only Power is the truth."

"A truth." Primus corrected gently. "It's only one truth among many

others. Not the one."

"But is there one?" Noah chimed in. "Is there in this universe, or in

this reality, or even in the whole scope of existential questions where stories unfold... is there One Ultimate Truth?"

That question caused the surroundings to oddly still. It seemed as if Noah was contemplating something arcane, something... essential.

The three of them entered a peculiar mood, where even Diatah's features were tinged with a yearning.

A profound, devouring yearning that seemed ready to erupt like turbulent

waves during a tempestuous evening.

Only then did Noah truly perceive what Diatah pursued.

"I can't answer that question in a large scope, but I can in my own

scope... in my own universe." Primus said, lifting a finger skyward. "There is no single truth in our universe. Not because we don't actually have one, but because we have lost it."

"Huh?" Both Noah and Diatah reacted, puzzled.

"The Truth is one, but we call it by many names." The Will whispered.

"All because we understood IT in different ways. And now after eons in that same, unending cycle, we lost the One Ultimate Truth, and are now confronted with truths."

Noah drew in a profound, uneven breath, his very being seeming to grasp something elusive in those statements.

A portion of him trembled, compelling him to delve deeper into this topic.

But the sensation vanished as swiftly as it arrived, and Primus proceeded seamlessly.

The Will glanced at Diatah. "That's why for some, Truth is Power. While

others find Truth in something as simple as living in accordance with one's own soul distinction. And so on, and so on."

The pair opened their mouths in unison to voice what had been troubling their thoughts from the start of this odd talk on Truth, yet Primus preempted them.

"However, we are not here today for this discussion. I would be very

much pleased, I assure you, and even more willing to say more about it once..."

He smiled innocently, shifting his gaze between Noah and Diatah.

"...once I have my mind free of burdened worries. You know already,

right? The tongue moves faster when nothing worries you. That's why fools can't stop their mouths."

His words caused the pair to frown, eyeing him with clear

disapproval.

"We can just attack you here, take your Horn, and force you to speak."

Diatah threatened boldly.

"I am the Will of a Universe." Primus replied, his voice suddenly tense.

"I have my own pride. And seeking - needing - help doesn't mean me discarding it. If you do attack, you will get nothing from me. Except, of course, lovely problems by being homeless in the current warring Reality. Ah, I would very much love to see that. Not you?"

"I don't like being threatened." Noah narrowed his eyes. "Guess we have a thing in common, finally." He took a sip of his tea, then slowly put it on the table with a soft clack. "Your answer, Prince!"

Noah responded with quiet at first. He turned to Diatah, their eyes exchanging a silent, personal dialogue.

The woman wasn't at all happy about how effortlessly he read her mind, and she his. Yet, Diatah would be dishonest if she claimed she didn't relish that feeling too.

But naturally, that was an emotion she'd suppress inside. So, unaware of Diatah's inner conflict, Noah replied. "Ultimate Progenitor," he said, smiling faintly, "I like the name."

"And I like that you like it, Prince. I think we have a chance together. Friends maybe?" "Tempting, but no thanks."

"Rude. Partner then. Deal?"

Noah bared his teeth into a grin. "Deal."

-End of Chapter 507-