Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 511 - Fatherless yet a Father

"Noah Vaelgrim is mine."

The assembly of elders from the Sunu Gall Tribe plunged into instant silence. Their faces stayed concealed, yet their gazes gradually turned toward the icy, womanly voice that had just declared it.

The quiet stretched on, growing thicker and more intense, almost suffocating with unspoken tension, until one daring soul shattered it without mercy.

"Noah Vaelgrim, Oldest Sister?" The man cautiously inquired. "What could that man have done to earn your curse-! I mean, your esteemed notice?"

The rest of the tribesmen whipped their heads toward the speaker, their stares plainly revealing a desire to do far worse than just glare at such a blunder.

The woman offered no reply. But someone else did—the one seated nearest to her. Thus, a raspy, aged voice resounded:

"His fame precedes him." The voice murmured, as though speaking louder might end him, but all hung on every word with intense focus. "He stands as the Universe's destroyer. Ah..."

He let out a clear lip-smacking sound. His grin was audible, even if not visible.

"...perhaps too grand a title for him, I suppose. Better to call him the Wounder of the Universe."

"That fellow?" A voice burst out. "Fascinating. I've caught wind of many tales about him. But are you certain, Oldest Sister? Rumors suggest numerous Tribes covet that man and his kin. Including the Hushu Tribe."

Several gazes narrowed in displeasure.

"What draws those folk to him?"

"His potential, naturally. Noah Vaelgrim possesses the greatest potential ever known across this entire Universe. Didn't you feel his presence arrive earlier today?"

"Ah, indeed. That was him, right? Has he seized command of the Spirit World? How intriguing. Truly intriguing."

"So that's their motive for pursuing him."

"Exactly. And you know the outcome when the Hushu tribesmen set their sights on something."

A wave of unease swiftly permeated the concealed domain.

"Nothing but pointless strife. Still," another added, glancing toward the Oldest Sister, "His offspring possess remarkable talent, Oldest Sister. In my view, the Light of Mercy would suit you ideally."

"The Queen of Dreams?"

"That poses complications. She's bound to the Universe of Dreamspawn. And everyone knows its ruler."

"The One Who Dreams?"

"Correct. Nobody wants entanglements with that entity."

"Then why select her as Queen?"

"Who can say? Yet whispers claim The One Who Dreams foretold the Queen of Dreams' emergence from beyond our Universe. A Queen for the Dreamspawn, and sovereign over his realm too. In any case, we should dismiss her from consideration. The Light of Mercy suffices amply."

"His wives as well. The Malan Tribe relishes carnal indulgences. We could negotiate with them after securing the-!"

"Have I not stated it plainly?" The Oldest Sister interjected once more, her tone even chillier. "Noah belongs to me, and his wives shall be mine too, unless that requirement is met, for only then will he fully be mine."

"Why-!"

"The Shaman decreed it."

"But why do you desire him so intensely, Oldest Sister?" The voice pleaded desperately.

The Oldest Sister paused before responding, her stare unwavering until she permitted the words to slip from her sacred lips.

"Because this time, I desire his love rather than his hatred."

It seemed the cosmos itself crumbled, with eyes widening to the brink of bursting.

"And this revelation has sparked a fresh resolve I wish to convey to you, my fellow tribesmen..."

A chilling grin formed from eyes emerged in the shadows beneath the Oldest Sister's own gaze.

"No member of our Sunu Gall Tribe shall assail the Vaelgrim Family. Is that understood?"

Folk started dropping to their knees.

"No one."

The Oldest Sister hissed sharply.

'I won't permit even the Pillars to lay a hand on you, Raj.This time, I'll stand beside you.This time, you......

"Father!" Premier and Foxy cried out in boundless delight, flinging their arms around Noah in a tight embrace.

They weren't alone. Fated, Destiny, and Caus joined in, unwilling to skip this touching reunion.

The women watched from the sidelines, soft smiles gracing their faces, mingled with profound concealed astonishment.

They sensed the immense power emanating from Premier and Foxy, like an ocean's overflowing waves—and a few had to concede they might falter against such strength.

This awareness only fueled their drive to ascend further on the power hierarchy.

Ever upward.

"Well now, haven't you all matured, my dears?" Noah remarked joyfully, gazing at his children with evident pride. "You surpass my every expectation."

"Is that praise, father?" Foxy chuckled lightly.

"Absolutely, yes, my Queen of Dreams."

Foxy's cheeks burned crimson with shy discomfort. "Oh no! Not from you too, father!"

The Dreamspawn in the background began weeping quietly at their Queen's ongoing denial of her exalted role.

"You're upsetting the devoted ladies. Why resist it?"

Premier teased with a grin.

Foxy shot him a sharp look.

"Yes, sister, it's your destiny." Destiny chimed in, clinging to Noah's left arm and planting a playful kiss on it.

Fated mirrored her, draping herself over Noah's right arm like a koala on a branch.

"I'd go so far as to call it your ultimate Fate."

Meanwhile, Caus encircled Noah's neck with his small arms.

"Caus believes escape is impossible. Probability, if you query Caus? Zero."

In the rear, the Dreamspawn grinned, nearly harboring the irreverent urge to kiss the feet of anyone besides their Queen.

Luckily, it remained secret.

Yet Foxy grew tired of their teasing, sparking a squabble with her siblings over the merits of tending to their own affairs.

Noah let out a hearty laugh, effortlessly lifting his right hand to tousle Premier's hair with fondness.

"You've done splendidly, Premier." He declared with a broad smile. "Truly splendid."

Premier's eyes glistened, though he clamped down on his lip to hold back the tears. "Thank you, father."

"Was it difficult?"

At those words, Noah's children all recoiled instinctively. Premier could no longer contain the flood of tears streaming down his face.

The wives sprang into alert. Shadeva appeared right behind Premier, enveloping him in a warm hug from the back.

Premier had forever been her preferred one.

Noah's expression remained composed, save for a flicker of concern buried in his gaze, as he awaited his eldest's response. Once he regained composure, Premier replied, his voice surprisingly steady:

"It was tough, father. Incredibly tough." He forced a smile, his eyes radiant with held-back tears. "But I prevailed."

His smile bloomed into a poignantly stunning expression.

"I succeeded, father. I didn't let you down. I didn't fail mothers. I didn't fail my siblings. I..." his throat constricted, fresh tears spilling, "...I didn't fail our family."

Shadeva squeezed him closer, while Maryam drew near the quietly sobbing Foxy, grasping both her granddaughter and her daughter in one go.

The rest approached Caus, Destiny, and Fated, who wept just as freely without understanding the reason.

In a flash, the entire family clustered in a group embrace, tears flowing freely, with Noah at the center, fixing his gaze on his distraught eldest son. He grinned, his own eyes misting over, detecting a veiled sorrow in his boy's stare. But he dipped his head slightly, hiding his tears, and murmured in the gentlest, most affectionate tone he could muster:

"Yes," a single tear escaped, "You've proven yourself worthy."

He pulled his son into an embrace.

"You've always been worthy, Premier. And I'm immensely proud of you."

That affirmation was everything Premier craved, unleashing a torrent of sobs he couldn't restrain.

There existed something deeply meaningful in receiving your father's validation.

Premier grasped that in that instant.

And he would cherish that sensation forever, beyond the close of all things.

-End of Chapter 511-

-End of Volume 5: A Fatherless Selfborn Being yet a Father-