Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 509 What the hell

A series of rapid happenings unfolded next, as Noah shared the details of his talk with Primus among all his wives.

Their reactions were a sight to behold—seething with anger yet predominantly seething in frustration, aware that Primus had immobilized them and barred them from joining their husband.

However, that frustration surged to an entirely new height when Diatah bluntly threw the truth back at them, branding them as feeble even as she tried to soften her words with a veneer of tact.

Red geared up for a confrontation. Anya positioned herself to support her.

Thankfully, Christelle compelled Diatah to hold her tongue, while Selene effectively pacified the furious group of women.

Noah kept quiet. At this point, he had mastered the art of steering clear from conflicts among his wives. In fact, he refused to even glance their way, jerking his head aside as though some fascinating sight demanded his attention there.

Nothing of the sort existed.

Neko remained at his side. The feline concerned herself solely with staying close to and atop her beloved. She purred blissfully whenever Noah ran his fingers through her coat, but switched to growling and hissing whenever Lea's canine-like aroma drifted too near her territory.

Even that dynamic, the Prince had figured out how to ignore. It formed the cornerstone of his harmonious life and triumphs with his women.

So long as no lines were overstepped and they didn't directly call for his aid... he simply ceased to be in the picture.

Still, this didn't halt the discussion that inevitably turned to his choice. "Why did you agree?" Maryam questioned, one eyebrow lifted. "Do you

understand, son, that you're gearing up to challenge an entire universe? For what purpose?"

"To be-!"

"Ultimate Progenitor." She cut him off dismissively. "I get it, son. I know your ambition. But couldn't you rise to that same height without battling an entire universe head-on?"

"Maryam has a point." Selene chimed in, her brows drawn tight. "Countless routes exist to attain that power without slapping a 'kill me' sign on your forehead."

Noah's lips curved faintly.

"On top of that, as if that weren't sufficient, hidden races lurk out there," Elira whispered, her tone strained. "Our bloodlines pulse with such might. But we're stuck at the 9th rank? Imagine what..."

Elira's words faded away, too reluctant to voice the conclusion. She didn't have to; everyone grasped the horrifying implications clearly.

In response, they couldn't resist directing sharp stares toward Diatah. She really should've reined in Noah from pursuing his whims.

No matter the image their husband projected, arrogance ran through his veins. That very trait relentlessly drove him toward decisions they all recognized as harbingers of disaster.

And so, their lone family now pitted itself against the vast, accursed universe.

"At best," Solaris shattered the thick silence, "I'm not fretting over the races we all recognize and have heard tales of. What truly alarms me are those shrouded in mystery, ones we know next to nothing about."

"There's always a path forward." Noah responded at last. "It may appear impulsive and overconfident on my end, but I wouldn't plunge into this if I doubted our ability to emerge unscathed."

He stopped, folding his brawny arms across his torso. "And never forget, climbing to loftier ranks requires feats of glory. This very mess offers the ideal chance for exactly that."

The wives grew quiet, perceiving the solid logic in his reasoning. The danger loomed ludicrously high, yet the potential gains shone extraordinarily bright for them—if they managed to exploit

it properly.

"Are you firm on this choice?" Selene queried gently afterward, resting a hand against his chest. "It holds no real sway over me, or over us for that matter. Our only worry is witnessing you in a plight we'd never want for you."

"That won't come to pass." Noah declared with certainty. "We've absorbed lessons from our former blunders and each emerged mightier. Recall that the Throne of the Spirit World falls under my command. Boundless warriors await, ready to clash for me, for every one of us."

His gaze passed over each woman in turn.

"All it takes is slaying foes, and they'll swell our ranks irrespective of their old allegiances. And that includes, my cherished wives, even the

Progenitors."

He held up two digits toward the sky. "Esmeray and Luelle already serve me. Fall one more of them, and we claim yet another Progenitor alongside us.

Then one further...and yet another..."

Bit by bit, the women's expressions started to transform.

"And you may lack the strength to fell them just yet." He grinned. "But I possess it."

He indicated Diatah next to him. "And she does too."

Diatah grinned back at them—smug and taunting.

The wives shot her dark scowls.

"So you see, my acceptance stemmed not from arrogance?" Noah noted,

allowing his arms to drop limply to his sides. "Do you lack faith in me?"

"We believe in you, darling. We absolutely do." Solaris assured him. "But faith doesn't equate to never challenging your every step, husband. We stand as your wives, not mindless puppets trailing in your wake."

"I for one wouldn't mind being a p-!"

SMACK-!

"Hey!!"

"Hush now, Dominique. This isn't the moment for your antics." Sophie delivered a solid whack to the back of Dominique's head, drawing a fierce

stare from her in return.

Noah offered a soft smile. "I'm well aware. And it doesn't trouble me. Truth be told, I rather like it."

"He's not being honest." Diatah murmured.

Noah cast her a grim look. She gave a nonchalant shrug, utterly unfazed.

"Now we must craft a plan to pull this off without a solitary cursed casualty." Emmie declared next, her eyes alight with fierce intensity. "I've sampled defeat, I've tasted demise. Their flavors linger—bitter and pungent. I swear never to endure them again."

She regarded her sister-wives. "So, no more setbacks."

"You bet!" Anya bellowed.

At once, the women dove into a heated exchange about the upcoming developments—ones destined to etch their mark on their very being forevermore.

Though tension churned within each of them, they summoned the determination and drive to show they weren't mere anchors dragging down Noah's magnificence.

Noah regarded them with composed tranquility. He lifted his chin, detecting his children's silent pleas for him, yearning to behold his face.

In that moment, he knew return beckoned. Yet prior to departing, he had to

secure his rewards.

Thus, Noah claimed dominion over every realm held by the Dragon factions, along with those of the Elves' alliances, before setting course for Laeh. At minimum, that was the intention.

Yet Noah stumbled upon a bizarre development. An anomaly that evaded his detection entirely, one he'd never have uncovered without randomly scrutinizing the Worldborn's origin world.

Aurelia had laid the world to waste, yet its essence endured unbroken. In a few hundred additional years, renewal would restore it to pristine glory.

But such details barely registered for Noah as he breached the domain of the World's Will, set on a rapid session of agony. Instead, he discovered an elven lady savoring pastries with eyes shut in delight, her beauty and poise unshaken by her enormous mouthfuls. The World's Will knelt humbly before her, cradling the woman's feet and kneading them with utmost gentleness.

The vista within exuded calm and splendor, evoking what a mere mortal might hail as heaven.

"Now, what in the hell is this?"

-End of Chapter 509-