Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 510 - My beautiful, stunning, dazzling and incredible Queen

The scene felt bizarre yet strangely serene. In truth, the most captivating element here was the woman's utterly composed face as she gazed upon Noah.

She didn't appear ignorant. Far from it. Her green eyes held vast wisdom concealed within, tainted by the delight of the food she was gulping down - not merely consuming.

She resembled a vortex.

The World's Will, a verdant and golden figure resembling wood with a circular form and curvaceous build, cast a sidelong look at Noah before dismissing him once more.

It seemed far more crucial to attend to the woman's desires than to bother her vision with his presence. Yet, that didn't imply they stayed quiet.

They weren't so courteous.

"Mistress, do you feel it? He appears to be the fresh Progenitor." The World's Will remarked, her tone akin to whispering foliage.

"Indeed, indeed," the woman agreed, nodding with her mouth stuffed with endless pastries, bits and remnants dotting the edges of her mouth - she showed no concern.

"Hilarious, absolutely hilarious! That wicked Luelle isn't just deceased but had her strength taken away! Hahahahaha!" She exploded into wild laughter, scattering food particles everywhere. "I'd love to witness her expression! Wouldn't that be a spectacle, Arbre?"

"Undoubtedly, my lovely, radiant, brilliant, and extraordinary Queen!" Arbre's words dripped with adoration and respect. "Still, after her actions against you, she merits far greater punishment. Perhaps we could command that staring man over there to fetch her for our torment."

The elegant elven lady halted, tilted her head upward, and licked her juice-covered fingers from the strawberries.

"Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely! Why not, dear? Why not, really? But could you inquire with him? I dislike speaking to men."

"Yet my lovely, radiant, brilliant, and extraordinary Queen! I detest them as well!"

"For my sake, dear. For my sake." She stroked the World's Will's head with her messy hand. "And hurry, he's staring too intently. It's ruining my hunger!" Her tone overflowed with melancholy, as if Noah's mere gaze caused her profound unease.

Noah, on the other hand, stood frozen, his features a perfect picture of shock. His eyes and mouth kept spasming, as he overheard the two women discussing him like he wasn't even present.

And as though the ordeal wasn't finished, Arbre swiveled her head toward him with reluctance, and uttered with obvious strain, avoiding his gaze not from bashfulness, but from profound aversion to males.

"My lovely, radiant, brilliant Queen wants-!"

"You missed extraordinary, dear!"

"Apologies! My lovely, radiant, brilliant, and extraordinary Queen commands you to deliver Luelle to her. She seeks to exact revenge." Arbre hesitated, then raised her gaze to peer at Noah through her wooden strands of hair.

"Will you comply?"

"Why should I?" Noah replied, a mix of entertainment and annoyance in his voice.

"Why wouldn't you? Are you unaware of whom you face?"

"Girl, I ought to be asking that!" Noah mused silently, but chose to go along.

"Actually, I don't." He stated, folding his arms over his torso, while simultaneously sensing his wives drawing near. "Who stands before me?"

Arbre didn't respond right away.

Nevertheless...

"Dear, you may reply. But do you possess any remains of my alleged son's skin?"

"Yes, my lovely, radiant, brilliant, and extraordinary Queen!" Arbre affirmed, snapping her fingers to summon the body of a decapitated male with numerous limbs absent.

Noah's eyes sparked with familiarity, widening in surprise.

"They can claim anything about the Vaelgrim, but those fellows certainly mastered precise dismemberment. Who accomplished this?" The woman chuckled, grabbing a blade and slicing off the corpse's left arm. She then added spices and ignited a tiny green flame to roast it.

"I learned it's the Sword Goddess, Yuki Vaelgrim. Her skill is impressive." Arbre responded, before licking her lips and facing Noah again. "Oh, I neglected to reply to you."

She flashed a insincere grin.

"Before you is the sole Queen of Elves, spouse to the unworthy Worldborn, and parent to the vile and repulsive Chosen One of the Elves, Orion Worldborn!"

Noah fixed his stare on the woman, her lips stained with blood and succulent flesh from her deceased son's remains. She grinned back, revealing bits of meat lodged in her teeth, as Arbre announced the name, "Her name is Fatima Zaynab Worldborn!" Arbre proclaimed with immense pride. "So prostrate before her! Prostrate before the First Worldborn! Prostrate before the Authentic Mother of Elves!"

The lady, Fatima, shifted her attention back to her feast, indifferent to Noah's horrified expression, much less the fresh arrivals in her tranquil abode.

She focused on devouring. Devouring her traitorous offspring's body.

"Ah, such a pity," Fatima murmured, evident grief lacing her words. "I so desired the remains of that worthless spouse. Curse you, Esmeray!"

"Oh, my..." Noah breathed, speechless for the first time in ages.

"What's going on here, Noah?" Alice questioned, an odd sensation gripping her.

"What's going on here?" Noah repeated, offering a uneasy smile. "Alice, love, I'd like to know myself."

Silence enveloped them all, as they regarded the woman feasting on her kin with revulsion and concealed fear.

Noah had various options then. But exhausted and requiring moments to absorb the chaos, he merely shut his eyes, invoked his Progenitor power to harvest the world like ripe produce from a branch, and departed for Laeh alongside his wives.

Fatima and Arbre yelled after him, but he pretended not to hear.

His thoughts raced.

"Was it just me, or did it seem strangely alluring?"

At that moment, he realized he was beyond saving.

"Now I'm aroused. Can I give in again?"

Uttered by the individual meant to battle an entire Universe.

"Ah... Should I visit Nafi?"

The Origin Will of the Spirit World would undoubtedly welcome his arrival.

And if otherwise...

"Eh... whatever. She'll adapt!"

...

"The Great Hunt of the Horn, my fellow tribesmen, is at last commencing." A masculine voice resounded in the shadowy void, where only eyes were visible - eyes far too grotesque, too alien to depict.

"It's the moment we've anticipated! The era to cast off our chains and pursue a superior Path."

"Will the other tribes join?" Another voice probed.

"Naturally, yes!"

"Including Hushu's tribe?" This time, the voice carried subtle dread.

"Every one, I declare. Every one will join. Do you grasp the implication?"

"Universe's demise. Universe's renewal in our likeness."

"Precisely, yes! We've permitted those younglings to roam unchecked for ages. Now it's time for them, my tribesmen, to fall into eternal repose."

"A repose from which they'll never rouse."

"Yet, brothers, I suggest selecting some as allies, or preferable... as thralls. Certain ones merit utility, like caring for our steeds in battle, say."

"Which ones do you mean, brother?"

"Several exist. Lilith's twin, Asmodeus and Asaemon. Aurelia, whose true nature the Shaman exposed as deeper than apparent. Dancer, the concealed illegitimate. Also, the recently crowned Queen of Dreams and the Light of Mercy. Those final two intrigue, being kin. But what's even more intriguing?"

"Oh?"

"Their sire and consequently their dams. And I—!"

"He belongs to me."

A voice boomed down, ushering in a heavy quiet.

The voice chilled, feminine, originating from a cluster of eyes distinct from the others.

"Claim anyone else," the voice continued. "But Noah Vaelgrim is mine."

-End of Chapter 510-