Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 512 Leisure Time

Noah lounged on a stretch of white grass stained with crimson ice, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he rested his back against the rugged bark of a massive pale tree laden with indescribable fruits, his children all clambering over him.

Caus had already drifted into slumber, experiencing such profound comfort that an Origin like himself could find true repose in the safeguarding hold of Noah; his father.

Fated and Destiny frolicked across Noah's form, gazing at his tattoos—which resembled those of a Tribe far too closely—and posing random queries about the arrival of two additional mothers.

About why every time their father ventured out on a short trip, he returned with yet another wife.

They didn't halt there. No, their boldness went further.

The mischievous offspring even had the audacity to question how they ought to refer to Maryam.

"Should we call her mother?" Fated asked in a playful tone. "Or grandmother? This whole thing is so baffling, father."

"Baffling, yes." Destiny murmured, gently pressing a kiss to Noah's tattoo. A strange force within those markings stirred her deepest essence. They weren't ordinary, she sensed, harboring a vast yet understated power of Destiny within.

"You're complicating matters for us." She added, guarding her private musings. "It was already challenging enough figuring out how to behave around Mother Selene, and now there's yet another."

"It's Father's custom." Foxy shrugged. "As for if it's a poor or fine habit..." She teased with a drawl.

Foxy rested her head on Noah's left shoulder—Premier claiming the right—gazing with a faint smile at the stunning white sky overhead. "You always end up in the most unlikely bonds, father."

"That's the thrill of it." Noah responded at last, grinning. "Call her whatever feels right to you. Grandmother works if you like. I'm certain she'll be delighted. Isn't it every mother's dream to dote on her grandchildren?"

"Alright, but setting that aside, father, do you even keep track of how many mothers we have right now?" Foxy pressed. "We're immortal, sure. But can you rely on our recollections that fully?"

"Far too few." Noah replied with a shrug and a smirk. "And I have faith in you. Such a count is trivial."

Foxy, Destiny, and Fated's eyes spasmed in irritation, whereas Premier nodded with pride, offering his father a thumbs-up.

The son was evidently proud of his father and even aspired to reach that same caliber. Yet up to now, Premier had never truly found the moment or the inclination to ponder women.

It wasn't as if no woman had ever drawn his gaze. A few had. But he constantly reminded himself of his loftier goals, convinced that a woman during his developmental phase would only hinder him.

And truthfully, that mindset persisted. He was formidable now, having attained a rank he once deemed unattainable. Precisely for that reason, he aimed to capitalize on this phase and pursue even greater heights before committing.

Ever upward, upward, and upward! Until nothing surpassed him save his father.

Still, Noah's firstborn harbored some uncertainty about his choice. Thus, seizing the precious time his father had granted them—aware that such opportunities wouldn't arise again soon amid his busyness—he sought counsel.

His siblings paid close attention—Foxy eyeing him like an idiot—while his father maintained a neutral expression.

"Is that truly your view?" Foxy retorted sharply. "What do you see women as? Mere distractions? Despite all your idolization of father, haven't you grasped the core of who he is?"

"I don't idolize and mimic without thought." Premier answered steadily. "What suits Father may not—and likely won't—suit me. I understand myself well. Still, I recognize Father's exceptional nature all the more."

"So you plan to avoid taking a wife, turning away anyone who desires you, until you reach a power level that satisfies you for settling down?" Foxy questioned in disbelief.

"That's the intention." Premier affirmed with a nod.

"And what power threshold would that be?"

"Well, uh," Premier rubbed his jaw awkwardly at the query. "I haven't decided yet. But I'll recognize it when the moment arrives."

Noah's daughters cast a pitying, foolish glance at their brother. Premier's mouth quirked, puzzled by their response.

In his thoughts, he was justified. He refused to burden a woman, fully aware his focus would lie on growing stronger and superior. He couldn't offer her the care she merited, particularly if he desired multiple wives.

Thus, in every regard, postponing was the wisest path for him, or perhaps for them both.

Foxy grasped her brother's reasoning intimately. That's why she pivoted back to her father, who observed with a calm, entertained smile.

"You should set your son straight, father." Foxy declared, unwilling to expend more energy on Premier.

"Haha. You're not entirely off base, Premier." Noah chuckled, tilting his head skyward to appreciate the pale expanse with floating clouds.

For a fleeting second, he glimpsed Laeh's smiling visage—his little sister yearned to join him but likely chose to grant him space with his children.

He grinned in thanks, then resumed speaking to his son.

"If you're unprepared, there's no sense in claiming a woman's time, focus, emotions, and loyalty only to mistreat her." Premier nodded, shooting Foxy a triumphant look that shouted "Told you!!" Foxy just rolled her eyes.

"Yet that's also a concealed snare." Noah continued. "Rarely do you ever feel utterly prepared. Truthfully, you'll never be fully ready. Not for devoting yourself to a partnership. Countless factors are involved, and there's perpetually—perpetually—more self-improvement you can pursue to become even readier. Personal growth and refinement never cease."

"So the issue isn't whether you've hit the readiness level you desire before selecting a woman."

He turned his head gradually toward him, his heterochromatic eyes piercing deep into his son's crimson gaze.

"The real question is whether you're prepared to surrender a portion of yourself to forge something grander alongside another, and evolve with her until you both attain the heights you seek. As one!"

He beamed.

"But that's feasible only if you love someone deeply enough for it."

"Why surrender part of myself for another?"

"That's the nature of it." Noah shrugged. "You can't hoard all of yourself in a bond. At times, you must release certain aspects, embrace and engage in things you dislike purely because your partner enjoys them. Likewise, she'll reciprocate. It's a partnership—two souls striving to unite. Naturally, compromises are essential."

"Is it worthwhile?" Premier asked, brows knitting.

"That's for you to determine." Noah smirked. "Worthwhile? You'll discover the truth upon meeting her. For now, my son, carry on as you are, but brace yourself if you crave that path. It begins with grasping the price."

Premier nodded thoughtfully. Not just him—Foxy, Destiny, and Fated also nodded, discerning in their father's words guidance applicable to everyone.

Not everyone viewed love as their pursuit. Yet they saw this extended beyond romance to every form of connection. Even friendships demanded some yielding. It might be as minor as stepping out when you'd rather lounge in bed all day.

It appeared straightforward, yet it could dictate a bond's endurance.

Thus, they absorbed their father's wisdom, born from his own stumbles, missteps, and defeats.

Time flew by, father and offspring chatting serenely, until Noah deftly steered the conversation to a topic allowing him to boast to his children about their father's splendor:

"Now, shall I recount my time in the Spirit World, and reveal the bloodline you'll soon inherit?"

And thus, Noah savored his relaxed moments with his children, as his wives launched into their cultivation journey without pause.

Tough days, after all, lay not in the immediate future.

Not yet. -End of Chapter 512-