Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 508 - End of talk

The conversation carried on from there, with Noah and Primus discussing the anticipated events and those unlikely to occur.

To his chagrin, Primus couldn't predict the upcoming moves of the Progenitors. The sole reliable insight he offered Noah was already something the man had figured out:

The Progenitors were deliberately allowing the universe to fall into ruin from every direction.

Noah understood the reason now. The more unstable and fragmented Primus became, the weaker his power, making it simpler to seize the Horn from him.

Those scoundrels were willing to endanger their own birthplace for that legendary Horn. This epiphany prompted Noah to pose yet another crucial question,

"What happens if they acquire the Horn?" He asked, gazing intently at the ashen Will. "I demand a solid, straightforward response. Reveal every detail, and let me choose my course of action."

Primus let out a chuckle, empty and devoid of mirth.

"At times, Prince, deception is essential." Primus stated. "Haven't you heard? A soothing falsehood outshines a devastating reality. Keep that in mind. Particularly for you, as a leader, a father, and a husband."

"Not every truth needs voicing. Not all crave honesty. Some require fabrications to flourish. Master the art of knowing when to deliver each."

"If truths would destroy them," Noah growled, Diatah mirroring his grave and resolute look, "then so be it."

"Withholding truth from me deprives me of evaluating

the full picture and selecting the optimal strategy. Each missing detail creates a gap in my scheme... and I despise that."

"You're obstinate, Prince." Primus murmured. "As one might expect from you, I suppose?"

"And you're a nuisance. You dodge discussions of truth, yet you inevitably circle back to it."

"We invariably drift toward our destined paths; where the tale's conclusion beckons with sorrowful gazes." The Will intoned softly, his tone like a tender brush against the skin. "But who claims it's my doing? Perhaps another motive keeps me dwelling on Truth."

He grinned oddly, glancing between them. "Indeed. Possibly."

Noah's brows furrowed. Yet Primus pressed on swiftly, his words tumbling out rapidly.

"You seek truth, so truth you'll receive. My interpretation, at least. Accept it as you see fit."

"You prattle excessively." Diatah snapped, weary of Primus's verbosity. "Get on with it and finish."

"If not the spouse, then his partner." Primus tsked. "I truly abhor hasty souls."

"We too-!"

"They'll surpass Progenitor status." Primus cut off Noah's retort with a sardonic grin. "Possessing my Horn - a remarkably potent artifact in Reality - and wielding it correctly, they could ascend to Crowned."

"A Crowned?" Noah repeated.

"The tier right beneath Pillar. Immensely potent, far exceeding my own capabilities. In my extended existence, I've encountered just one. And I beg every moment never to witness such again." Primus remarked, dabbing at nonexistent perspiration, then continued,

"Reality holds merely seven Pillars. Yet even rarer are Crowned, since not only is reaching that realm tougher, but surviving there proves fleeting. The unfortunate ones rarely endure long."

"Owing to the Pillars, I imagine." Noah noted, tilting his head.

"Perceptive." Primus commended. "Precisely. A Crowned poses a danger to a Pillar. And nobody relishes a peril lurking nearby. Do I err?"

"You don't." Noah conceded.

"I know. Now aware of what those disloyal wretches pursue, how will you cope? And note, the concealed races will join in as well."

"Even those?" Noah queried, a twinge of unease stirring about such enigmatic foes. Ignored adversaries always proved most perilous.

He possessed no knowledge of them, yet they undoubtedly held details on him, given his prominence.

"Naturally. I'd wager, particularly them!" Primus declared. "None would forgo a chance at elevation. Least of all entities who've forever resented their confinement in a realm devoid of worthy rivals or meaningful drive."

Primus halted, moistening his lips. "Now they've discovered one. And by the Mother's grace, it's chilling when a mighty force comprehends its own might."

"I understand." Noah replied simply, shutting his eyes for a moment. "What aid will you provide for this venture, then?"

"You know your requirements better than anyone." Primus answered. "So inform me."

Noah pondered deeply. He considered suggesting a pact to bind him, but a figure like Primus would surely refuse, aware of its implications.

Not at present, anyway. The ancient Will appeared to harbor alternative strategies beyond him. Which made sense.

Primus had endured ages enough to avoid staking everything on a single option. The gamble was too great.

Weighing these factors, Noah settled on the sole idea that surfaced. Yet prior to voicing it to Primus, he did something unforeseen by all.

He faced Diatah, bent close, murmured his idea, and sought her view on it.

Primus observed, but Diatah's composure shattered - her features contorting in a manner Noah had never witnessed - etched indelibly in his memory.

For the initial instance, Diatah faltered in speech to Noah, her tone faintly trembling. This persisted merely seconds before she reclaimed her typical demeanor - or icier still - in responding.

Content with her response, Noah absorbed her perspective before firming his choice of request from Primus.

"Are you certain?" The Will questioned, cocking his head after hearing it. "I could offer far greater than this."

"This will suffice amply." Noah stated, rising gradually, his joints cracking loudly.

The moment had arrived to return, he resolved. And prior to departing, Noah required reclaiming his due.

"You now hold the Progenitor role for Dragons and Elves." Primus announced first,

unfurling his right hand. Within, two glows - one dark, mimicking a bellowing dragon, the other verdant, resembling a serene swaying tree - orbited harmoniously.

Without delay, he directed the pair toward Noah and observed as they entered the Prince, merging into his essence and core being.

Noah's form quivered, a radiant sheen abruptly enveloping him entirely.

"Henceforth, Noah, you serve as the Progenitor of Dragons and Elves." Primus proclaimed, beaming, detecting a alteration in the cosmos's inner turmoil.

The glow faded away.

Noah embraced the elevated position with a serene grin, feeling a fresh bond within, Diatah beside him. He regarded her, awaiting her move, but she remained still.

Evidently, the revelations from that assembly had reshaped her intentions in ways Noah could no longer fathom. At minimum, temporarily. With all concluded, the peculiar and surprising gathering ended, Noah and Diatah departed from Primus's presence.

And the universe reverted to its ordinary rhythm.

-End of Chapter 508-