HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC267: Silence
Chapter 267: Chapter 267: Silence
Chapter 267 – Silence
There was no sound around them as they all looked at Shadeva as if they had heard the most profane thing ever in their entire life.
And truly, how could they not be surprised?
For Ebony, she never once thought that love was something possible for her sister—not because she was heartless, but because she only cared about the shadow realm and them.
Only family.
Besides, she never showed interest in any romantic relationship even though there were hundreds of men who would come every day to meet her and ask her out back in the day.
Men powerful enough to trample realms and worlds alike.
And that woman, who was heartless when it came to men, was here declaring her love so openly, without any shame?
'What the fuck...?' Ebony's brain was being heated. There were so many nonsensical and ridiculous things that had been happening since the start of this fight, and she just couldn't wrap her head around all of them.
This made her extremely uncomfortable, so much that her head was starting to literally be heated.
That's what happens when someone who usually plans, anticipates, and controls everything around her suddenly finds herself in the middle of an avalanche of incomprehensible situations.
But that was not only Ebony, the shadows beside and behind Shadeva too were shocked.
They looked at her as if betrayed, like how a child would look at his mother after she had decided to marry another man.
Shadeva observed all of their expressions and couldn't help but laugh.
"It's only because you don't know him." Shadeva said softly, raising her head to the sky as she looked at the distant celestial and beautiful white phoenix.
Her smile widened even more.
"I am afraid if you know him, you might fall for him too but..."
Suddenly, the atmosphere turned heavy and dark. The shadows around them twisted and started to rise slowly from the ground as if being called by their queen.
"...you better not fall for him, Ebony."
"I am not into sharing the one I love with my own sister." She said with a dark voice.
'I am not at that level of degeneracy yet...' she added in her mind, telling herself to stop being influenced by the other girls.
Ebony looked at her, confused for a moment, before a scornful expression appeared on her face,
"I do not fall in love." She said curtly, her voice cold.
Shadeva shrugged,
"I would love that to be the case actually, but we know it's a lie." She said.
Then she looked at Ebony with a serious expression,
"And we have wasted enough time. Tell me why you sealed me." Shadeva said, then she waited for Ebony's answer.
But Ebony stayed silent, stubborn and not wanting to say anything.
At least that's what Shadeva thought, or even anyone watching—or maybe reading this—would think.
But that's not the case actually.
No matter how annoying and controlling Ebony was, she loved her siblings. And she loved even more Shadeva who had protected them when they were nothing and weak.
That's exactly why she didn't want to tell her.
Because telling her meant involving her. And if she was involved, then those beings will know that she was no longer sealed and they will come for them.
And needless to say...they will all die if they do.
So the best option, for her, was to not tell anything and make her go back to where she came from and stay undetected.
But Shadeva wouldn't accept that today.
"Fine. I am not in a hurry, we will have this discussion once we are back in our world."
"Noah or even any of the girls will make you speak." Shadeva decided.
"Do you think they can make me talk if I don't want to?" Ebony sneered.
Shadeva just smiled, planning to either ask Zara for help or Alice.
Maybe too Elizabeth or even Yuki.
Many options to tortur—no, to interrogate her sister.
'Ah...I am being influenced by them a little bit too much.'
Shadeva complained, but her face bore a small satisfied and anticipated smile.
She couldn't wait to see them all again, especially...
'...Noah, you player...'
'...you will have one more woman in your harem.'
She shook her head, because even if she knew all that, she couldn't stop herself or simply...
She didn't want to.
'...I cannot wait.'
We, too, cannot wait.
...
"So...can I know why you are sitting so far from me?" Noah asked as he tilted his head, amused by the will of this realm's reaction.
Even after everything was solved, she still seemed to instinctively fear Noah.
"I-I feel more at ease with this distance." She said as she sat on a chair made of shadows almost a kilometer from Noah.
Noah's lips twitched but he didn't say anything on this matter.
"What's your name?" He asked as he crossed his legs atop each other and put his head in his right palm.
His throne was white—a stark contrast with all the shadows and darkness around him. And that's what made it more remarkable.
"Nixie." The will—Nixie—said simply.
Noah nodded.
"I have a question for you, if you do not mind, Nixie." Noah started then, without even waiting for Nixie's response, he continued,
"I would love to know if you have any knowledge about origin and their emplacements?"
The moment this question was asked, Nixie's body immediately went rigid for a moment before she forcefully controlled herself but...
"Well, seems like you know." Noah's voice rang out as he looked at Nixie with a smirk.
She cursed under her breath.
"I...I do." She answered, reluctantly.
"Then tell me the type of origin it is and its location."
She didn't respond immediately, as if resisting the urge to respond but couldn't as she was obliged.
She could no longer disobey Ester, let alone Noah who made her into this situation. So with a bitter voice,
"There are two origins. The origin of shadow and the origin of formlessness..."
She stopped briefly then,
"...their location is here...in the shadow realm. Inside one of the forbidden zones."
And at her response,
"...how convenient."
Noah muttered with a slight smirk.
—End of Chapter 267—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC268: A Little Discussion
Chapter 268: Chapter 268: A Little Discussion
Chapter 268 – A Little Discussion
Noah was pleasantly surprised to find out that there were two origins hiding here and coincidentally, or maybe not, one of them was the origin Ester needed to finally complete her transformation.
He smiled.
"What a delightful surprise. So tell me what type of forbidden zone is that?" he asked, eager to go there and retrieve these two origins to finally complete his conquest inside this realm.
But Nixie just looked at him in a very weird manner.
"Do you truly want to know?" she asked, her face now bore a slight subtle smile. Something that didn't happen since the start of their conversation.
Seeing this, Noah immediately knew something was going on. But still—
"I do want to know." He said, his voice quiet and filled with unspoken confidence.
"Fine." Nixie agreed.
"I call it a forbidden zone, but it's not quite accurate. It's a pocket space that exists inside the shadow realm but at the same time is independent of the shadow realm."
"It's a space no one, even the Originals, have ever set foot in."
At her words, Noah started to feel that something annoying was going to happen.
"And why is that?" he asked, his expression now slightly serious.
"You cannot enter there without the permission of Shadow and..." Nixie paused a little, then—
"No one ever had its permission to step foot in it." She said simply.
Noah stayed silent.
Shadow, Sword, Lightning...
It's not the first time he had heard those names being uttered in a very special and unique way.
Yuki once told him that it was 'Sword' that guided her toward the formless sword concept. Sophie also told him she was acknowledged by 'Lightning' as its daughter. And even Shadeva said she was the first daughter of 'Shadow.'
All of this told him that in one way or another, these concepts... were alive.
But the question Noah always asked himself was how? And what exactly are they?
Are they the very personifications of their corresponding affinities? Or their... origin?
'Then if they are the origin... what's the matter with those origin stones?'
Once again, he was lacking information about a part of the universe. But it was fine, because this was a very good opportunity to learn more about them.
He looked again at Nixie and focused his white runic gaze on her.
"This Shadow you're talking about looks pretty sentient to me, right?" he asked.
"It is." Nixie responded simply.
He smiled, "Then wouldn't it accept to meet the person who freed its first daughter? I mean, it has to show some appreciation, right? As a good parent."
As he said those words, he stood up from his chair and looked at the sky.
'I have a title that makes me close to Shadow but we never know. Let's be as thorough as possible.' He thought.
Since the matter with Sari, he had learned his lesson. Now he wouldn't barge into someone's domain or even do anything without being as prepared as he could.
That's why...
"Epithet." Noah's voice echoed as the shadows around them rippled and immediately distanced themselves from Noah, as if feeling something dreadful.
Even Nixie unconsciously shuddered like someone with deep-rooted PTSD.
And how could she not?
Every time she had heard that word being uttered inside her realm, a ridiculous event always followed.
'W-What will he do again...?' she couldn't help but wonder as she looked at Noah, who was still looking at the sky, his eyes glowing with a slow but quiet light.
'I have to prepare for everything.'
'My life can be in danger. I can be killed, captured, or even possessed.'
'I have to put a counter against all of this.'
A title that can help in case any of these scenarios—or even an unexpected one—arise.
He had no choice but to be careful, because if he died or even got captured, the whole world of Laeh would go down with him.
That's the downside of being a World Bearer.
After thinking for a moment about a good title, Noah finally thought of something.
It was something very daring, but he decided to just try.
"I shall be named... The One Protected by The Records."
VOOOOMMMM—!!!!
The whole space shuddered with unbelievable power, so much that the realm of Nixie was slowly collapsing into itself.
The shadows around them started to shatter as if they were physical matter. Each one of them seemed to try to escape, but it was useless, as everywhere was affected.
Time seemed to be twisted in a strange way as Noah couldn't even feel the very concept of time around him. It looked like it completely disappeared. But it was not...
It was just that time seemed so afraid that it had lowered its presence to absolute zero. Something space should have done but it was the stubborn type, so it was being shattered slowly and painfully by the growing presence of The Records around them.
Noah stood in the middle of all this scene, untouched. Everyone and everything were either being shattered, or trying to escape, or just hiding—but only he didn't budge, and nothing happened to him.
He looked at the sky silently.
He knew he had dared something very outrageous but...
'It didn't hurt to just try, right? I have nothing to lose by doing this. And...'
"As your favorite, I can at least ask this much, right?" Noah asked, tilting his head, his lips curled into a small subtle smile.
For a moment, there was absolute stillness until—
{We are neutral. We cannot protect anyone.} The Records' voice echoed through Noah's head.
Noah activated a barrier around him, making his words unable to be heard or even guessed by any means possible.
"Someone neutral doesn't have favorites." He answered calmly.
{We are limited in how we can help our favorites.}
"Well then I won't ask for much. One time. It might be today or years after but... for one time, protect me from dying, or being imprisoned, or possessed, or even from any other situations I'm not accounting for." He proposed at last, trying to negotiate with The Records.
Something utterly inconceivable.
But the more ridiculous thing was—
{Granted.}
{One time. Only once.}
The Records said before disappearing completely, making the will zone of the shadow realm recover its stability.
And then—
{You have received a new title.}
{Title: The One Protected by The Records (One Time).}
Seeing this title, Noah finally turned his head toward the still trembling Nixie.
Looking at her, he couldn't help but wonder how the will of a Prime World could be this fearful.
But what he didn't know was that it was all because of him.
But Noah didn't care about that.
He smiled at Nixie.
"Nixie, I'm afraid I have to ask you another little favor."
He paused for a moment before—
"Please tell Shadow I would love to have a little discussion with him."
"You can do that, can't you?"
—End of Chapter 268—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC269: 269: Lustful
Chapter 269: Chapter 269: Lustful
Chapter 269 – Lustful
Nixie looked at Noah weirdly.
"What do you mean?" she asked, then clarified almost instantly, "What makes you believe I can talk with him?" Her head tilted, eyes questioning, yet there was a trace of something deeper—resentment, maybe?
Noah raised an eyebrow at this unexpected response. "Aren't you the will of the only shadow realm in this universe?" he asked, voice casual but eyes watching, cutting. "Don't you have some kind of privilege? Like a very close relationship with Shadow, for example?"
But Nixie just stared at him—like she was genuinely wondering if something was loose in his brain.
"You don't?" Noah's voice changed slightly, a bit of amusement curling around it. "Your life sucks, Nixie. Even with all your status, you can't even enjoy some privileges?" He looked at her the way someone might look at a wealthy princess locked in a golden cage — rich in title but poor in substance.
That look offended her more than the words. She immediately got defensive, her pride scratched raw.
"Do you think it's easy to make him talk to you? Then try it, you'll see!" she snapped, bitter, sharp, her voice laced with frustration and something else, something that sounded a lot like humiliation.
Because the truth was…she had tried. So many damn times. But every time, she had received only silence, only cold indifference. Shadow had never acknowledged her, never even once, and she began to wonder, long ago, if she simply wasn't worthy.
So when Noah came in, acting like it was easy—like it was possible—she couldn't help but feel bitter, couldn't help but feel angry at herself, at him, at everything.
But in her moment of wounded pride, she made a mistake. She challenged the wrong man.
Noah smiled.
"Let's say I succeed in making him talk to me," he said softly, his words slow and precise, like a blade being unsheathed. "What would I gain from that?"
And before she could answer, he lifted a finger, eyes narrowing.
"Before you say anything else, let me remind you—you belong to us already. So you better be creative with what you're betting on this."
He paused, let it simmer, then smiled even wider.
"And to motivate you more…if by miracle you win…"
He dragged the moment out—his voice calm, almost gentle.
"…I will give you back your freedom. And I'll still do my absolute best to make you a divine realm."
And that was it. He didn't need to say anything else.
He had her.
"ALL!" Nixie blurted out, her body tensing, her tone desperate. "I will give you all of me—I'll be cooperative, I'll do whatever you want with all my best, I'll help you in all your conquest, I'll even actively help you reach Law Creator rank—everything, just ask and I'll give it." Her breathing ragged, voice trembling, disbelief and hope crashing together like waves inside her chest.
She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe she had a real chance at freedom. And so, she proposed everything—offered everything—because that was the only thing she could do.
And Noah? He just kept smiling.
He honestly wondered how someone like her could be the will of a prime world.
She was so…naïve.
What made her think Noah couldn't summon Shadow? What made her believe someone like him, someone who could even speak with the Records, couldn't reach the one she never could?
What a foolish will.
But Noah liked foolish people. They were always so easy to manipulate, so easy to control, so easy to bleed dry for all they're worth.
"Perfect," he said. "I just needed some information about exotic materials in the universe and where to find them."
He smiled. Then he moved.
He closed his eyes, delving deeper into the fabric of himself, into his titles, into the strange, growing list of divinities that clung to his soul like burning tattoos.
Nixie stood at the side, staring nervously, praying to any divine being she could think of, just hoping, desperately, that Noah would fail.
But Noah wasn't done.
His body began to shift, his skin melting into itself, liquefying, warping as it became shadow.
But it wasn't black.
It was white.
Pure. Pristine. White.
A shadow…that was not a shadow.
It was eerie. Unnatural. Almost offensive to the laws of existence.
But at the same time…it was mesmerizing.
Because never before had such a thing been seen. Never before had a shadow like this existed.
And when you become something like that, something that breaks all rules, then the world either rejects you violently or bows in worship.
Guess which one Noah received?
Worship.
Every shadow in the realm shot toward him with speeds beyond comprehension, flooding the area like rivers of black water pulled by divine gravity. They surrounded him, formed a circle, but none dared touch him. Not a single one.
They trembled in reverence.
Even Nixie.
She was made of shadow herself. And yet her knees shook. She clenched her fists, resisting the strange, humiliating urge to approach him and taste his skin, to beg for a taste of the divine white seed that seemed to call her soul toward it like a siren.
Yes.
Lustful.
That was the word.
What a lustful will.
But Noah didn't do this for them.
He did it to call forth something bigger—something greater.
Shadow.
And yet…nothing.
Shadow didn't respond.
Even if Noah could feel something watching him, something ancient, something unfamiliar, it didn't move. It didn't speak. It didn't reveal itself.
'So it's not enough to make you come out, huh?' Noah thought, amused.
So he tried something else.
His voice, echoed through the strange space, rich with obscene undertone.
"Come on, come meet your soon-to-be son-in-law," he said. "Don't you want to see how worthy I am to her?"
Still nothing.
No reaction.
He chuckled.
"Okay, maybe you need me to go after Ebony and Sylphira too, then with the three of them, I will—"
BOOOOM!!
The moment he said it, shadows burst like a storm around him, wrapping him in an instant, devouring him completely—and just like that, he vanished.
He was teleported.
And left behind was Nixie—frozen, stunned, trembling.
"I… I lost?" she whispered, voice numb and empty.
Well…Guess?
…
Noah opened his eyes in a place that didn't look like anything.
No, that wasn't right—it felt like a place, but it also felt…alive.
The space pulsed. Moved. Like he had been swallowed by a living beast and was now standing inside its belly, surrounded by walls of shifting matter that throbbed and breathed and stared without eyes.
He couldn't describe it. There was no word for it. No logic. Just…shadow. Ancient, infinite shadow. It drenched the air, drowned the senses, soaked the space in something that didn't even feel like mana or aura.
It was older.
It was deeper.
And in all that vast, devouring darkness….there was one thing.
One being.
A man with the most ordinary appearance in existence.
Jet black hair. Plain black eyes. Pale white skin. Black shirt. Black pants. Barefoot. Cross-legged on a black rock, resting there like this was nothing special.
But it was.
Because his presence… was not ordinary.
Not even close.
The man stared at Noah's white shadow form for a while—silent, unreadable—then finally spoke.
"You wanted to talk to me," he said calmly. Then, a pause. A shift.
"But before all that… tell me…what were you going to do to my daughters again, Noah Vaelgrim?"
—End of Chapter 269—
A/N:
Soon the end of this month. Make me acheive and surpass 600 golden tickets, will you?
Thanks for being still here.
That's quite a lot of chapters.
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC270: 270: ME?!
Chapter 270: Chapter 270: ME?!
Chapter 270 – ME?!
Noah didn't respond at first.
Instead, he reverted back into his human form—his silver hair majestic, cascading like a stream of starlight, while his white runic eyes glowed faintly, as if they were carved with all the known and unknown concepts of this vast universe.
Once fully formed, he raised his gaze and looked directly at the being he believed to be Shadow, offering a slow, knowing smile.
"I'm honored that you know my name. But I think you're misunderstanding something, dear father-in-law."
"I simply wanted to say that I'll take good care of Ebony and Sylphira… as their big brother figure, of course," he added, nodding to himself with false humility, utterly satisfied with the nonsense he just uttered.
Shadow didn't flinch. His expression didn't shift, but his eyes—his eyes spoke clearly. They said: I don't believe a single word that came out of your mouth.
"I've observed you long enough, Noah Vaelgrim," he said calmly, with a tone that carried weight only ancient beings could truly wield.
Noah's response came with that same annoying ease, "Then I bet you've only heard good things about me, right? Come on, admit it—you're impressed. I mean, you must be thrilled I'm your son-in-law."
Shadow's stare lingered for a second too long, and then… he chuckled, softly. Amused.
Because never, never in all his existence, did he think he would meet someone not even at the Law Creator rank who dared to speak to him like this. And yet, he wasn't surprised.
He knew who this man was.
The Third Abomination.
One of The Records' favorites.
'And none of them are normal…' Shadow sighed inwardly, remembering the other two.
The battle-hungry lunatic that made every fight a celebration of carnage.
The bookworm—calm and kind, until someone touched her books, and then she was worse than a demon god.
'And now this one. This smiling bastard.'
Troublemakers, all of them. Each worse than the last.
And the worst part?
They couldn't be ignored.
It wasn't that Shadow or his kind feared them—no, never that. But beings like this, who could potentially grow to surpass even ancient Wills… it was simply smarter not to provoke them unnecessarily.
So, he breathed out slowly, not that he needed to, and let his gaze return to Noah.
These thoughts, by the way, all passed through his mind in less than a nanosecond, even less. That's how fast entities like him processed.
"I've heard many questionable things about you," Shadow said flatly. "Especially the fact you enjoy collecting women and… practice incest."
Noah immediately recoiled in exaggerated offense, his eyes wide, finger raised like a righteous preacher.
"Me?! That's slander. I assure you, I never sought incest! They found me! How is that my fault?"
He sounded genuinely hurt.
Shadow didn't blink.
He just watched him for a long, quiet moment before sighing.
"Enough of this useless chat. Tell me what you really want," he said and instantly, the air around them shifted, the light tone vanishing like smoke in wind, replaced by something denser, heavier, more serious.
Noah tilted his head slightly.
"I didn't know talking about your daughters' future… no, let me rephrase—possible romantic relations—was considered a useless chat but oh well…"
And just like that, everything about him changed.
His posture. His presence. His aura.
A divine pressure swept outward.
It wasn't oppressive or violent. It was something else—something that twisted the very logic of space around him.
Because this wasn't Noah Vaelgrim, The Loving Husband standing here anymore.
This was Noah Vaelgrim, The Blasphemer of Reality.
He smiled. Quietly. Confidently.
"Let's get serious, shall we?" he said, his voice calm, yet steeped in cosmic arrogance.
"I heard you possess two origins—Shadow and Formlessness."
His smile widened, but it was polite now. Almost humble, if you didn't know any better.
"Do you still need them? If not… can I have them, Father-in-law?"
…
While Noah negotiated with Shadow itself, deep inside him—in the world of Laeh—things were happening.
Or rather, not happening.
And that's exactly the problem.
Elizabeth's Fate Domain – Church of The Absolute Deity
Solaris sat in her study, a divine chamber carved from threads of fate, eyes fixed on a document reporting a sharp rise in believers across several worlds.
She was now an Elysiari of Fate, one of Elizabeth's chosen. And with that role came changes, her hair now a cascade of silver strands, though her golden eyes remained unchanged, still burning with the same fiery dignity.
She continued her work for a while before stopping—not from fatigue, but simply because she didn't want to go on.
She looked up.
And in front of her, engraved into a divine stone that glowed with every shade of creation, was his image.
Noah.
A statue not of marble, nor crystal, but a stone that existed only within Laeh.
They called it the Stone of the Absolute.
Laeh herself named it, claiming no other material could withstand the weight of Noah's image.
A bizarre justification, but a true one—only this stone could reflect him without cracking.
Still, Solaris didn't care about the stone.
She cared about the man it captured.
'Did I make a mistake?' she wondered, her heart tightening.
When Emily and even Red threw themselves after Noah's affection, Solaris stayed still. Not because she lacked desire—no, she burned with it.
But because she was waiting.
Waiting for Noah to make the first move. Just one step. Just one glance. One spark.
And she would've leapt into his arms, begging to be loved, to be taken, to be claimed.
Because that was her style. That was her principle.
The man moves first.
And she was convinced, utterly convinced, that a man as lustful and bold as Noah would come for her.
But he never did.
In fact, she couldn't even remember the last time she saw him.
And slowly, painfully… she realized something.
She was wrong.
Because the Noah of today no longer took the first step. He no longer needed to.
Why would he? Women came to him like moths to a divine flame. One by one. Every new one, stepping first.
But Solaris? She was part of the old guard.
A woman of pride. A woman of tradition who believe it's the duty of a man to make the first move.
And now… she was just another Elysari. Under Elizabeth. Alone. Managing her church.
Regret welled up.
'I don't want to live like this. Not like this. I need to act… I have to.'
She rose from her chair and stepped toward the statue. Slowly. Her fingers trembled as they brushed against the carved lines of his face.
Her voice trembled too.
"I can't live this life without being yours, Noah Vaelgrim…"
"I can't. So please… don't… don't reject me."
Because she knew. She knew she wasn't the most special woman around him.
And that thought gnawed at her.
But even so… she was determined.
If she couldn't be his wife…
Then she would be his maid.
That was her resolve.
And you know what they say…
If a woman is determined to have you… then, my boy, she will.
They are cunning. They are relentless. And when they crave something… they get it.
So, for your own sake…
Be careful what you make a woman crave.
Okay?
—End of Chapter 270—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC271: True Origins
Chapter 271: Chapter 271: True Origins
Chapter 271 – True Origins
Shadow stared at Noah the moment he heard that question.
He wasn't surprised. In fact, it would have been more surprising if Noah came to him for anything other than the origins.
This whole father-in-law talk? The son-in-law joke?
Shadow didn't believe a damn word of it.
It was just an elaborate way to establish a bond that didn't exist—a rope of familiarity he could later use to pull himself closer. But Shadow didn't want closeness, not with this one.
Because one thing was clear.
This guy was trouble.
"I do need them. So I can't give them to you," Shadow answered calmly, his tone flat like carved obsidian.
Noah nodded to himself.
Expected.
No—wanted.
Because now...
"Then, may I ask what you need them for?" he continued, not missing a beat.
"You are Shadow, and correct me if I'm wrong, but you are supposed to be the very origin—the will—of shadow itself. So why... why would someone like you need the origins?" Noah asked, this time more seriously, his eyes sharp.
He wasn't bluffing or baiting. He was genuinely curious.He wanted to fill in that gap in his understanding, that blank page in his mental book.
Meanwhile, Shadow was debating. Just for a moment.
Tell him or don't?
But the hesitation didn't last long. Because truth be told, this man would find out eventually. Somehow. Somewhen. One way or another.
So, instead of wasting time...
'Let me just tell him... maybe he'll leave me alone afterward,' Shadow thought, a faint trace of helplessness flickering deep in his will.
As that decision settled, the entire realm twisted, shadows shifting around their feet, swirling until they solidified into a smooth black table etched with ancient markings, alive with a subtle pulse. A chair emerged on the other side of it, made of the same shadow-stuff, elegant and weightless.
Two teacups rose from the table's surface, the divine aroma wafting from them rich and overwhelming, a scent that could bring gods to their knees just for a taste.
Once the setting was complete, Shadow raised his gaze to meet Noah's, who had watched the entire process unfold with a small, almost intrigued smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Noah didn't wait for a formal invitation. He sat down casually, and to his surprise, the chair was soft... comfortable, like sinking into a drifting cloud.
"It seems you're already seeing me as your son-in-law," he said in that joking tone that blurred the line between mockery and charm.
Shadow didn't respond. Instead—
"You were right," he began. "About your assumptions. We are the beginning, the will behind every concept and the attributes that define them."
Noah's brows drew together. "I get that, but you'll need to explain better."
So Shadow did.
"I am Shadow. And the essence of shadows is their formlessness. That's why I possess both the origin of Shadow and the origin of Formlessness," he explained, voice calm, as if describing weather.
"A dear friend of mine, Sword—he holds the origins of Sword, Sharpness, and Severance. And so it goes for others like us."
Understanding flickered in Noah's gaze.
"So the origins come from you?" he asked, even though deep down, he already had a strong feeling about it.
Shadow confirmed it.
"Of course. We are their source. And as for their purpose..."
He lifted the cup, sipped slowly savoring the flavors then set it down.
"That's simple. Whoever holds an origin, controls that attribute. As if they were the one who birthed it."
"And if someone were to obtain all the corresponding origins of a concept..."
Shadow looked at him then, really looked.
Not with anger. Not with condescension.
But with something that felt like eternity collapsing into a single gaze.
Noah met it, and it was like being pulled into a sea of endless shadow—ancient, vast, unknowable. His soul felt it. His mind trembled for a brief second.
"You would be able to control that entire concept," Shadow said, each word a quiet law unto itself. "We would be yours. Our existence, our will, bound to your commands and that without resistance."
"That's the fate of every true origin. Not the synthetic affinities your kind create by fusing fragments of us. I mean the originals. The pure ones."
He paused, his words echoing in the realm like silent thunder.
"So now tell me..." he continued, "knowing all that, do you think I, or anyone else like me, would simply hand you our origins?"
The silence that followed was heavy.
Noah didn't respond. He simply raised the cup to his lips and drank.
It was divine. Rich. Deep. But he barely noticed. His thoughts were already spinning, racing across possibilities.
This changed everything.
Getting the origins wasn't just difficult now, it bordered on impossible.
He couldn't beat them. Not yet. And convincing them to surrender willingly?
Dreams.
So he sat still, breathing calmly, letting it all swirl.
'Time to see if my old skills are still sharp,' he thought to himself.
'Negotiation and especially blackmail...It's been a while...'
He remembered his early days, when all he had were his words, his wit, and a terrifying ability to make other people bend to his will with only his words.
And he missed it.
He really did.
But none of that would help if he didn't first understand the true problem.
So he refocused, raised his thought process to its highest, speeding his mind until time itself blurred.
'The core issue... the real reason they won't give it up... is because if they do, they lose everything. Their power. Their autonomy. Their identity.'
No one would willingly trade that. No being who once ruled would choose servitude.
But then...
'What if I didn't take it?'
'What if I shared it?'
'What if I found a way to let them keep their will and still grant me access to that power?'
A shared control. A bridge, not a chain.
It wasn't perfect. But it was something.
And when you don't have strength, you use possibility.
Still, he wasn't sure.
So he asked the one constant in his life? the one thing that never failed him.
'System, pretty please?' he called softly in his mind, voice sugar-sweet with guilt.
Yes, that bastard only remembered it when he needed a power-up.
And yet...
The system, ever-loyal, ever-watching, answered without a single trace of complaint.
[Your idea... is possible.]
—End of Chapter 271—
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Chapter 272: Chapter 272: My dear System
Chapter 272 – My dear System
[It's possible, but it's very tricky, Host.]
[And even if you succeed in sharing the power, it won't be at the same level.]
'Meaning?' Noah asked.
[The origins are basically the source of their power. If you take them and give them to your wives, then they will become the source of power of your wives.]
[But since they are the personifications of these concepts, they won't die. They will still exist—but if they want to use their power, they will have no choice but to bow down to your wives.]
[That, too, can be resolved. You just need to make your wives give back authority over the power they hold. It'll be like a god and its angel—same power, but the angel cannot use it to harm the god who granted it.]
Noah frowned slightly.
He was happy to know there was a way to make them remain free, but not only would their power be less than before, it would also mean they'd be under the rule of girls who were barely past a few hundred years old?
Yes, that's something most of these ancient beings wouldn't even consider for a second.
'Ah fuck, being weaker is so bothersome,' Noah lamented, the weight of limitation settling on his thoughts for a moment.
But the system, as always, interrupted with perfect timing.
[This power can grow.]
[If one of your wives holds control over a concept, they can evolve it further. They are not shackled like these Wills who only know one thing—one concept, one domain, and nothing else.]
[But Host you must already understand that to evolve past certain barriers, certain thresholds, they need the combination of multiple other concepts as knowledge, as reference, as scaffolding to push their own concept further.]
[Wills cannot do that. Even if they know it's possible, they cannot accomplish it. That is their very nature.]
[So it's not as hopeless as you think. Because sometimes...some Wills are willing to relinquish full authority just to see how far their concept can grow.]
[Give them a worthy candidate...and most of them will accept.]
The system explained with calm clarity, its voice like a guide pulling Noah away from the edge of unnecessary doubt, showing him once again that the answer, though heavy, was there all along.
And Noah smiled.
'Tell me, without you, my dear, what could I have even become?' he asked playfully, but beneath the teasing tone lay a heavy, sincere undertone of gratitude.
He expected many responses, but what came next...
[There is no need to imagine a reality where we are not together, Host. Because there are none.]
[We are fated. I was meant to be yours, and you...you were meant to be my one and only Host.]
[All these powers are yours. I...am yours.]
Noah's smile widened—and it wasn't his usual smile filled with cunning or mischief or quiet calculation.
It was purer, quieter, deeper. So much that even Shadow, who had been silently watching him all this time, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Because what he saw in Noah's face now...was joy. Real, undeniable, soul-deep joy.
And curiosity sparked in him.
"What—!"
"Ah... truly, I wouldn't be worthy of all this if I didn't show my gratitude properly, right?" Noah said suddenly, cutting Shadow off without care, his voice bright with emotion, his heart heavy with purpose.
Because after what his system just told him, Noah felt shaken and from that quake came clarity.
A flash of inspiration.
A ripple of power that made him smile—and oh, what a smile that was.
Not a grin. Not a smirk. But a smile so full of layered meaning that no words could do it justice.
Still, the system understood. Instinctively, wordlessly.
But even then, Noah wanted to do more.
'I have the ability to name...anything,' he remembered.
If he could name a realm, why not his system?
"Epithet," Noah said.
And the world stilled.
The shadows stopped moving—not out of fear, but as if they simply no longer could. Moving in that moment would have been a defilement.
Space locked in place. Time held its breath and vanished into the background. The threads of fate, destiny, and causality themselves tried to retreat, tried to pull away from this man but they were too late.
Because Noah's next words bound them.
"My dear... your name shall be, The Fated One," he whispered, and into those words he poured everything—his authority, his emotions, his past, his future, and the very core of who he was.
The threads trembled, pulled together by force, by command, by something divine and beyond reason. And if your eyes had been special—truly special—you might have seen how they twisted and spiraled and wove together, not as strands, but as an act of creation.
An act of blasphemy.
Because Noah didn't just speak a name. He created a new concept without even knowing.
A new thread was created by the fusion of the three. A thread that was not just fate, not just destiny, not just causality—but something beyond all three.
A singular thread.
Outwardly silver, but inside—if you looked deep—you'd see the colors and textures of three truths: threads that danced and weaved inside it, existing and not existing at once.
And the moment it came to be...Shadow's realm trembled.
Not from reverence, but from horror.
As if it knew something impossible had just been born.
The thread began to circle around Noah like a newborn around its parent—curious, sacred, intimate—before slowly, reverently, entering his body.
It traveled through him until it reached the system's core.
And if you remembered correctly, the system's appearance was just a rock buried deep inside an ocean.
And so, the moment the thread touched the rock, the stone changed.
Its rocky texture disappeared, and in its place...
A woman emerged.
A woman born of that one thread.
And at that moment, Noah knew.
Without anyone telling him, without needing a hint, he knew.
It was whispered into his soul by a voice older than existence.
He raised his head toward the sky, his white runic eyes glowing with threads swirling inside them like stars in a forgotten cosmos, and he smiled.
Shadow looked at him with silent horror, as if staring at a being that should not exist, could not exist, and yet did.
'How...? What is this...?'
He wondered.
But Noah wasn't focused on him anymore. He opened his mouth and spoke.
A name.
Not just for the thread but for the system as well.
"Providence."
And when that word left his lips...
Reality trembled.
Not from fear.
But from awe.
—End of Chapter 272—
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Chapter 273: Chapter 273: Ruin
Chapter 273 – Ruin
"Providence." Noah uttered with a small smile on his face as his threaded white runic eyes gazed at the sky.
He might have said these words softly, but their implications were truly monstrous and blasphemous. So much that reality itself shook in awe.
Because it had seen, witnessed, something utterly inconceivable. Something that shouldn't exist.
The pocket space of Shadow started to unravel and destroy itself, as if not able to bear the weight of this simple word.
But that's not only the space, even Shadow himself recoiled in horror, wondering what kind of nightmare he was witnessing at this moment.
Soon, they found themselves in the void, where nothingness coursed freely without any resistance, without any bounds.
Noah stood there and, for a fraction of a second, he sensed a gaze on him. A gaze so ancient, so powerful, so vast that for a moment, Noah's whole existence began to crumble, unable to even survive a simple casual glance of such a being.
But his existence was held together by Providence, his system's name, and also by...
{Noah Vaelgrim, this is becoming ridiculous.}
The Records chimed.
{You have created a whole new concept. A concept so dreadful and heavy in implication that it shouldn't exist, but you made it so.}
{This is a concept only available to you. And no one will ever use it, not even your future progeny.}
{Your title, The Blasphemer of Reality, has been acknowledged in all realities.}
{All beings from this reality will know you by this name from now on.}
The Records paused, and though their tone didn't change, Noah could feel an undertone of concern and gravity threading through their words,
{Be strong, fast, Noah.}
That was all they said before vanishing, leaving behind a smiling Noah.
"This... this is getting interesting, isn't it, Providence?" Noah asked.
[Indeed, Noah. And it's the perfect time to tell you our new abilities,] Providence's voice echoed inside Noah's mind.
It was a woman's voice—sweet, feminine, powerful enough to drive the most divine, the most ancient progenitors to their knees with just the cadence of her breath.
Noah closed his eyes and,
"Fine but first can you please say some perverted words? I just want to verify something," he asked.
Providence smiled.
[I am so eager to be fucked by you, Noah.]
The moment these words echoed inside Noah's mind,
"Fuck..."
He almost came.
...
The whole of reality shook in awe because of Noah's action—of creating the thread of Providence and embodying it.
You were expecting all beings to feel it, right?
But here's the thing, compared to when the universe shakes and every single being inside feels it, when reality itself shifts... only a few special beings can sense the ripple.
Because it wasn't a concept most could understand or even be aware of.
"Records... why?" a voice echoed through a realm of black sands, shattered statues and endless wind. Here, time didn't flow. Space didn't exist. Nothing lived. Nothing existed. Nothing but one thing—Ruin.
In the middle of that decaying ruin, a being levitated above the black sands.
It was a skeletal giant cloaked in rusted iron and black velvet, with a face hidden beneath a mask carved from the skull of what seemed to be a divine being. His ribs were open like gates, and within his hollow chest, a dying star burned.
It was a magnificent sight. And a dreadful one.
"Why did you block my eyes?" he asked again. His voice was like a dying star—a changing star—a star of ruin... fated to bring devastation to everything in its path, because the more he spoke, the more the realm itself decayed and withered into further ruin.
{The entire universe would have been destroyed if we didn't,} the Records answered calmly, as if familiar, intimately so, with this being.
{And we cannot afford that. You know it. We are already too weak to fend off those invasions. We cannot weaken ourselves further by destroying a universe.}
The being stayed silent for a moment, then...
"Records, stop taking me for a fool. You never protected a universe, even when I or the others acted. So why now?"
"And why did I feel the birth of something so ridiculous from that universe?"
{It's our concern.} The Records responded flatly.
The being smiled—a smile so fierce that the entire realm drowned in deeper ruin.
"Are you challenging me?"
The Records didn't answer.
The being laughed louder.
"Fine. I know it's one of your pets you favor. But if this one turns out to be a disappointment like the rest of them in the past..."
"... then don't blame me for acting out next time you block my sight."
There was silence again—until a small, girlish laugh echoed through the ruined space.
{This one... this one will surprise you all. Especially you, Ruin.}
And then they vanished.
Leaving behind Ruin.
"If what I felt is indeed from him... then sure. But..."
Ruin grinned like a lunatic.
"Do you think he'll survive long enough to use that power correctly?" he said, though his voice wasn't heard by anyone—not even by the Records.
He flicked his finger and—
"Go. Nip this sprouting thing in the bud..."
A streak of black light shot from his finger and sliced across the void, heading toward a very specific direction.
The direction of a certain universe.
The universe our dear Noah happened to live in.
...
Beings were already plotting against Noah, but there was one thing they didn't know.
They didn't know the power, the concept, the law, the pillar—call it whatever you want—but they didn't know what he had obtained.
Except the Records.
And when you have a power that taps into Providence...
"Danger..." Noah muttered as he raised his head toward the sky. He was looking at the thread of Providence, a thread only he could see.
And right now, he was sensing danger. Warnings sent by the thread itself—even though he still couldn't perceive the exact source of the threat.
'I'm being targeted. Is that the gaze I felt? Is that why the Records told me to get stronger fast?' Noah wondered to himself, the pieces falling together in his mind.
'Reality, huh...'
'Things are indeed getting interesting. But dangerous, too. I have to remember—I'm not alone. I have a family with me. So I need to get stronger, and make them stronger, too.'
And right now, his only path forward was through the Origins.
So he had to get them.
But first—
'Show me your new abilities.' Noah asked Providence, ready to witness what he had unlocked.
All of this, while Shadow stood quietly by the side, feeling intimidated by Noah all of a sudden.
'Truly... what the fuck is this?'
—End of Chapter 273—
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Chapter 274: Chapter 274: Cheats
Chapter 274 – Cheats
'So tell me, what's your new abilities.' Noah asked in his mind.
[All the past abilities are still intact and even enhanced. Beside that, you can now share the rank of the women you bond with. Not only rank but even their comprehension in laws they have mastered or started to understand.]
[Also, I have obtained the abilities of: Causal Authority, Threads Perception, and Oath of the First Thread.]
Providence said, then:
[Causal Authority: it's an authority that grants you the power to insert causes for desired effects, retroactively.]
[Thread Perception: You gain partial access to the threads of others. You can glimpse their fate, potential, and motivations.]
[Oath of the First Thread: It allows you to declare a binding truth or promise that becomes law across all realities.]
Noah looked at all these abilities. He understood Thread Perception, but what about Causal Authority and Oath of the First Thread?
'I understand... but not that much.' He said.
[Let me give you examples.] Providence replied.
[For Causal Authority, a concrete example will be: in a fight, you get impaled through the chest by a weapon that should kill you. But retroactively you say, 'I survived this wound because I trained especially for this.' And you will survive, even if you were supposed to be dead—because you've trained for this, even if you didn't.]
Noah stood there, eyes wide.
'This is a cheat, Providence.'
[Yes. But the cause must be believable, or it won't work.]
[For Oath of the First Thread, it's just simple in fact. You make an oath while binding something with it. For example: 'I won't die until all the beings inside this universe are dead.']
[You will not die in that case, but the moment all the beings inside the universe are dead, then you will die—no matter what you do, Noah. So be careful of your oaths.]
[Also, you can only make one oath at a time.]
Providence finished her explanation, making Noah understand more of his abilities. And he had nothing else to say except they were cheats.
He thought he was getting used to cheats, but each time... he was surprised. Because with these two abilities added to Epithet and his Domain The Genesis, without forgetting his possibility to now share the rank of the women he bonds with...
Well...
'Danger? Heh. Just come to me. And hopefully, you will be a woman.' Noah thought as a big devilish grin appeared on his face.
[Are you thinking of something perverted again?] Providence asked.
Noah smiled,
'Who knows. By the way, since you've taken human form made of threads, why don't you get out so that I can see my wife system?' Noah said with a smile.
If the system's face was visible right now, you would have seen a wide, beautiful, and contented smile on her lips. A smile that showed how happy she was to hear Noah call her wife.
[Yes... I am your wife. I am Providence Vaelgrim,] she said proudly, happy beyond measure.
Noah laughed softly.
Then,
[But I still can't take human form. I need the Origins of Fate, Destiny, and Causality—then create the Origin of Providence—to be complete and finally take a physical form and be with you, see you with my own eyes and... many more.] Providence said, feeling quite sad that she had to wait again.
Even Noah frowned a little, and that's when he remembered he was already in the process of obtaining Origins from shadow.
He turned his head and saw Shadow looking at him as if he was looking at something utterly incomprehensible.
Noah smiled inwardly, pleased by this. Because with what just happened, Shadow would be a fool to refuse what he was about to propose.
"Sorry for this little interruption. I didn't know all this would happen."
He shook his head in mock pity.
"It's so hard to be exceptional. Power-ups happen to you randomly." He sighed in lamentation, as if tired of being this talented.
Shadow looked at him speechlessly.
Noah simply clapped his hands with a smile,
"Let's forget about all this. Instead, I have a deal for you."
Without waiting for a response,
"If you give me your Origins, I promise you won't lose your power nor your freedom. Granted the power will be less and you will be under my wife, but in counterpart, you will have the opportunity to see how shadow can evolve further than its current state and become something more."
He paused for a moment, then with a voice more serious than before,
"I hope you will give me face, father-in-law, and take into account my relationship with Shadeva please... and don't make things difficult for me." He said.
Because if he refused... he wouldn't mind trying his new abilities on him.
Shadow's mind raced with different thoughts. He was tempted to refuse, to be stubborn—but that would have been really foolish of him.
He didn't fully understand what he had just witnessed, but he knew it was something utterly dreadful and horrific.
And Shadow was all things except a suicidal bastard.
He liked peace and ease.
And if he took a step back to look at it objectively, it was not a bad deal—no, it was even a wonderful one.
He got to keep his freedom, retain enough power, have the chance to see his affinity grow... and more importantly, got to have an abomination as a son-in-law.
Trouble would come, but it would be worth it.
So with all this...
"I accept." Shadow finally said.
Noah smiled, but there was a small disappointment inside.
'I wanted to try my new abilities...' he sighed with regret. But,
"Perfect!" he said joyfully.
Instantly, two objects appeared in front of them.
One looked like black liquid that flowed endlessly around itself. Its very presence twisted the void around them, and shadows started to appear from nowhere.
The other was black in color too, but weird to describe—because it changed shape constantly without stopping.
They were the Origins of Shadow and Formlessness.
They floated toward Noah, who took them and placed them inside the core of Laeh immediately.
"Is it finally over? Can you go back now?" Shadow asked, already tired.
But Noah only smiled,
"Over? Not at all. There is still one thing I have to ask you, Shadow."
He paused, then—
"Why did you let your other children seal Shadeva?"
"Tell me... who are responsible behind all this?"
—End of Chapter 274—
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It was a delightful month. Thanks for the support and your comments, I appreciate them greatly.
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Chapter 275: Chapter 275: For Fuck's sake
Chapter 275 – For Fuck's sake
"Tell me... who are responsible for this?" Noah asked as he clicked his finger, instantly creating a small realm that enveloped both him and Shadow.
It was a realm made of threads—Providence's threads—a space where fate, destiny, and causality all mixed together in chaotic harmony, forming a tapestry so deep, so interwoven, that it became impossible to peer through it, impossible to predict or observe from the outside.
Noah then formed a chair made of the same threads and sat down calmly, his posture relaxed but his aura oppressive, waiting for Shadow to respond to his question.
Because he wasn't a fool, he knew full well that Shadeva's siblings couldn't have just one day woken up and decided to seal their sister like that.
Especially not if Shadeva had been a loving, loyal, and protective sister, the kind of sibling whose existence was a blessing.
It didn't make any damn sense.
So to Noah, only two possibilities made sense—either her sisters were incredibly stupid, disgustingly ungrateful, and poisoned with blind jealousy, or someone was behind this, someone had moved the pieces, whispered into the ears, twisted the truth until trust broke apart.
And he had met Sylphira already. She was strange, sure, intense in her own ethereal way—but not the kind to willingly betray and seal her own sister. Not without something pushing her.
So...
Something was deeply wrong. And he needed to know.
He loathed unpredictability. He despised unknowns.
'Maybe that's why I obtained the power of Providence...?' Noah wondered suddenly, the realization striking him with a peculiar emotional clarity, because truly—this power helped him understand, helped him pierce deeper into the impossible, helped him see.
He sighed, the emotion flowing out of him like fog before turning his full attention back to Shadow.
Shadow, too, sighed before sitting down on a chair conjured from his own essence—a throne made of shadows that writhed around him like loyal pets.
"Isn't it obvious?" Shadow began, his voice low but weighty.
"I gave my first daughter a very special power, a terrifying one—the power to create her own shadow realm, and to forge her own subjects by slaying living beings."
"That means the more she kills, the stronger she becomes, not just because her armies grow, but because the realm inside her soul also grows, feeding her endlessly."
"Given enough time, she could drown entire divine realms beneath her shadows. She'd hardly ever lose—because in war, the more people fall, the more soldiers she gets, and she had practically infinite energy thanks to that inner realm."
"She could fight... endlessly. Tirelessly. Ruthlessly."
Shadow paused and looked Noah directly in the eye.
"Now tell me, who would accept the existence of such a being?"
Noah didn't speak. He didn't need to.
"No one," Shadow said plainly, "because she was too much of a risk."
"Especially at that time, when the major forces hadn't consolidated their power yet, when instability and fear still ran deep. When a power like hers looked less like a miracle and more like an apocalypse waiting to happen."
"They wanted to kill her. But to strike down my first daughter while I was still alive?"
"That would've been very unwise of them."
"So instead... they resorted to something worse."
"They sealed her using her own siblings."
"And before you ask why I didn't intervene..."
Shadow's voice dimmed, and he looked up at the shimmering, thread-laced sky of the realm.
"We, Wills... we don't have the liberty to act however we want."
He smiled bitterly, a hollow expression of resignation.
"That's what happens when power isn't earned, but handed to you by the universe. You receive strength, yes, but in exchange, you're shackled by cosmic rules you never agreed to. You are watched. You are restrained. You are punished for interference."
"All for the so-called development and evolution of all beings."
He stopped there, silence falling like fog across the realm.
Noah slowly nodded, understanding the bitter truth.
If those Wills were allowed to act freely, they'd probably just reinforce their laws upon everything and crush the progression of all those below them. So the universe limited them, because it had given them that power in the first place.
Which was completely different from beings like the Progenitors—because they had earned their power, clawed it out from fate and chaos, and could now use it as they pleased.
'Earned power is always the safest thing,' Noah thought to himself, nodding like some wise monk who'd just uncovered the secrets of life—completely unaware that he was perhaps the least qualified being in existence to say something like that with a straight face.
But amid all this clarity, one thing still eluded him.
"Who are they?" he asked, his voice sharp with tension, brows furrowed.
Shadow smiled faintly.
"I thought it was obvious by now, after everything I've just said."
"It's all of them," he said softly making Noah froze.
"...What?"
"The demons. The angels. The dragons. The elves. The divine beasts. The High Humans. The Nullrace. Every single one."
Noah's eyes widened in pure disbelief.
"What the fuck?" he blurted without even thinking.
"With all this... do you think any of them would've refused? Maybe they would have if Ebony, my second daughter, wasn't there to convince them. But she was. And with her there..."
Shadow's voice trailed off, his expression turning cold.
"They created shackles using their combined powers. Shackles strong enough to bind my children."
Noah didn't know what to say. He had expected maybe one of the races to be behind it.
But so many of them?
That was madness.
"All that because of Shadeva...?" he whispered, his heart heavy with the weight of it.
But even then, a part of him understood.
Because Shadeva didn't just raise shadows she could claim the essence of any being she killed, and thus her army could contain elves, dragons, angels, demons, and more. She could absorb the power of every race into her darkness.
'Crazy... she's really overpowered. But with her gentle, loving nature she hardly kills anyone. I need to fix that.' Noah thought darkly.
And he remembered that he, too, had that power. But his was different.
His shadows would be the evolved versions of what he killed—stronger, stranger, more powerful, more his.
'So me saving Shadeva basically made me an enemy of every major race?'
Wonderful.
He didn't mind enemies but only having enemies was not a strategy. It was a death wish.
He needed allies, beings who would stand with him. Beings he could use.
'Demons... dragons...' Noah thought, and he squinted inwardly.
These two could still be salvaged.
That damn Echidna had to be useful for something eventually and as for the dragons...
'I mean come on, I'm your son-in-law, right? Let's be friends, for fuck's sake. Let me conquer you gently and with love. I'll treat you right, I swear.' he grumbled inside his mind, already tired.
He sighed again.
"Are the Progenitors involved?" Noah asked at last, his voice low but charged.
Shadow nodded without hesitation.
"Only one."
"And it was that one who created the shackles around my children so perfectly tied, so cursed, that even with all their power, they can't break them."
Noah tilted his head, curiosity flashing in his eyes.
"And who is it?" he asked, already knowing he'd hate the answer.
Shadow looked straight at him.
"The Progenitor of the Elves."
"Luelle WorldTree."
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Chapter 276: Chapter 276: Ascension
Chapter 276 – Ascension
"Luelle WorldTree, the WorldTree that stood behind the elves itself," Shadow said, his voice heavy with implications.
Noah frowned softly.
"Again the elves, huh..." he muttered under his breath, as if fate had decided he was born just to piss them off.
"And let me tell you," Shadow continued, "if you think you have the power to break the shackles placed by a Progenitor of her level, then you are deeply mistaken."
"And it's not just her power either—other beings, ancient and terrifyingly strong from each of the races, also participated in their creation."
Noah listened, silently, absorbing the information as he always did before finally,
"And you? Do you think you can destroy them?" he asked, tone casual but eyes sharp.
"If I tried hard enough, gave it a few years... then yes," Shadow admitted plainly, and Noah simply nodded.
"I see... but it seems like you're underestimating me a little bit too much, even after everything you've seen from me," he said with no irritation.
He didn't mind being looked down on, because he knew full well he wasn't someone to be measured by any standard, not even the one reserved for abominations.
Even among monsters... he was something else.
So instead of stating that he too was a Progenitor—
"I'll show you later, but first..."
He smiled softly.
"I think it's time to make my little shadow complete her evolution and take her crown officially," he said, eyes glowing with mischief as he looked at Shadow, voice calm but every syllable brimming with weight.
"You're invited. You'll finally see what a made Original looks like... and also..."
He grinned wide.
"Your new master."
And instantly, he vanished, leaving behind only silence and the sigh of a tired Will who could only shake his head before following behind.
"Fucking abomination."
An old being like him cursing out loud.
He should be ashamed, really.
...
Noah and Shadow reappeared deep within the very core of the Shadow Realm, startling Nixie, who had been quietly relaxing after being released from her torture and when she saw who arrived, she jolted in pure lyre-shock.
Noah smirked devilishly at her reaction, his smile widening like he had just spotted an old friend from high school.
"Nixie!! Come here, let me introduce you to my father-in-law!!" he shouted with mock enthusiasm, making both Nixie and Shadow twitch violently in synchrony.
In that moment, both of them had the exact same thought—they wanted to smack him, hard.
But Nixie knew better than to provoke this lunatic.
And Shadow wasn't dumb enough to attack someone who held his very own Origins.
What a pitiful duo.
Still, Nixie was genuinely shocked to see Shadow here. So much so that she immediately dropped to her knees, trying to pay her respects properly.
But Shadow merely nodded in acknowledgment and ignored her after that.
Nixie's lips twitched, suddenly feeling a surge of embarrassment.
And Noah?
Noah laughed freely, unapologetically, clearly mocking her without mercy.
She wanted to die. Crawl into a hole and disappear. But then...
"I hope you didn't forget our bet, Nixie," he said as he appeared right in front of her, gently lifting her chin with a single finger.
"You said you would do everything and anything, right?" he whispered, his smile sly, sharp, dangerous.
She bit her lip hard, face strained, and nodded slowly.
"Then—"
"Stop wasting time and do your thing," Shadow interrupted from behind, utterly done with Noah's antics.
Noah stood up with a dramatic shrug.
"Well, if father-in-law says so, I must obey, after all I wouldn't want people saying I'm an unruly son-in-law," he said with a teasing smile before clicking his fingers softly.
And in that instant, every one of his wives, maids, and even the Originals were teleported to his side, surrounding him in a wide, perfect circle.
Because for what wss about to happen, he wanted a proper audience.
"My love!"
"Noah!"
"My dear baby!"
"Master!"
Each one of them launched themselves into his arms like comets, enveloping him in a warm and chaotic embrace.
Mortis, Ebony, and Sylphira stood off to the side, shocked beyond measure.
Mortis and Sylphira stared especially at their sister, Shadeva, who was looking at Noah like he hung the stars in the sky and carved her name into each one.
They were dumbfounded.
But Ebony... Ebony looked at the man who had turned everything upside down.
And the moment her eyes met his—
BADUM—!
Her heart skipped a beat.
'No way...' she thought, trying to deny the sensation blooming in her chest.
It was all because of Shadeva. The way she talked about him, the way she declared things so boldly—it had already made Ebony aware of Noah... romantically.
So now, seeing him in person, and him not disappointing in the slightest...
Well.
Something inside of her stirred.
Tsk. What an easy woman.
And in all this, none of them even noticed Shadow, who had intentionally hidden his presence to avoid causing unnecessary commotion.
Noah didn't say anything about it either. He simply enjoyed the reunion with his women.
Meanwhile, his maids transformed into lotuses of different colors, each one gently entering his being and returning to their usual garden inside him—it was mystical, divine, like a god collecting the flowers of his soul.
"Well ladies... you've been exceptional, to say the least," Noah said, smiling with real pride in his eyes.
The girls beamed, happy to receive such praise because that alone was worth every ounce of effort they'd poured into this battle.
"Words are nice, but I think we deserve more than that," Lilith whispered as she caressed his chest slowly.
Like a signal, the chaos began.
"Yes, we need more!"
"This time, let's make time stop, not just slow it."
"Let's make everything stop and fu—!"
Sophie immediately covered Alice's mouth before she could finish saying something utterly unforgivable.
"We have company, can't you act like adults for once?" Sophie snapped at her lust-crazed sisters.
"We can't."
"Definitely not."
"That's not fun."
"Sophie is so boring. Emily, you should really teach her a few things."
"She is a lost cause."
Sophie's lips twitched violently, but before she could respond—
"Ladies."
Noah's soft voice cut through the madness like a blade, and just like that... silence.
They turned toward him, saw the calm smile on his face, and understood.
"I've called you all here to witness Ester's ascension."
"So let's observe properly, shall we?"
They all nodded, stepping back and forming a wide circle once more—leaving Ester standing alone in the center, directly in front of Noah.
She stood quietly, a soft smile on her lips, disbelief flickering in her eyes.
Her, just a shadow-affinity human, once tasked to serve a spoiled noble young man, was now here, about to become something feared by all universes.
A being who owned a realm.
A being who controlled the very concept of shadow.
A being who would rule over Shadow himself.
She still couldn't believe it, even as she stood in the core of the Shadow Realm, surrounded by her sisters, Originals, and even the Will of Shadow himself.
All because of the man in front of her.
All because of the silver-haired man with white-threaded runic eyes who stood calmly, radiantly, as if fate, destiny and causality bent themselves just to hear him speak.
She might have asked herself if she deserved this.
But she didn't need to anymore.
If Noah believed she did... then she did. Even if the Records said otherwise.
Noah then teleported the two Origins directly in front of him, the atmosphere instantly shifting—the shadows becoming deeper, more unstable, ever-changing... completely formless.
He smiled.
"Ready?" he asked softly.
Ester mirrored his smile, heart steady.
"I am, dear husband."
And with those words, Noah inserted both Origins into her using his fusion ability.
She only needed one.
But he gave her two.
A blinding light exploded from Ester—not white, but black, an ocean of shadows so dense it seemed to consume the entire universe.
A tide of eternal darkness where anything that entered would never leave, would dissolve and become part of the abyss.
That day, the universe welcomed something new.
A being who combined the Original and Elysiari of Shadow.
And with her birth, a sound echoed, not the sound the universe makes when an abomination is born...
But the simple, powerful sound of something worthy being recognized.
And to The Vaelgrims... to the Seekers of Infinite Evolution...
That sound marked the end of their conquest inside the Shadow Realm.
And truly...
What a delightful sound it was.
—End of Chapter 276—
—End of Volume 4: First Conquest – Shadow Realm—
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Chapter 277: Chapter 277: Golden Tree
Chapter 277: Golden Tree
The transformation of Ester didn't last long, it was instant.
The moment the black light enveloped her and the universe echoed that singular, quiet sound, it was already done.
The black light faded, and in its place stood Ester.
Her appearance hadn't changed much—she still had the signature silver hair of the Vaelgrims, her facial features remained untouched, pristine and dignified as always but her eyes... her eyes were no longer the same.
Before, they were black with umbrella-shaped pupils, mysterious and elegant in their own way.
But now, they were simply black—plain, dark, formless.
Or at least, that's what you'd say... if you weren't the one staring directly into them.
Because those around her, those standing in her presence, couldn't help but feel a strange sensation clawing at their being, as if by staring too long into her eyes they'd lose themselves, completely and eternally, within a realm of unfathomable shadows that had no depth, no start, no end.
Her entire presence had shifted.
No longer did she radiate the signature pride of a young woman carrying the weight of her duty—now she was calm, silent, and completely formless.
It was as if she wasn't there, yet at the same time, more present than anything else.
A strange contradiction. A new reality.
And as the light of her evolution faded entirely, The Records descended, their voice emotionless yet filled with invisible weight.
{Congratulations, Ester Vaelgrim, for achieving this level of existence.}
{You have received a title: The Origin of Shadow.}
{Your understanding of Formlessness has reached 100%.}
{You have received a title: The Origin of Formlessness.}
{Your physique has been upgraded.}
{Your talent has been upgraded.}
{New Physique: Formless.}
{New Talent: Formless Shadow (Origin Rank).}
{You are now the master of the Shadow Realm, and the master of Shadow.}
Ester read these notifications calmly, a soft smile blooming on her lips as if none of it surprised her because in truth, maybe it didn't.
Then she turned her head, her eyes landing in one direction and there, invisible to all except Noah, stood Shadow himself.
Their eyes met for a single moment before Ester turned away without a word, her gaze falling next upon Nixie, who bowed her head without hesitation, her entire posture soaked in humble submission.
Ester nodded at her, pleased.
"I am proud of you, my daughter," a familiar voice echoed softly, and Sari appeared before her, serene and elegant, her presence unnoticed by everyone except, of course, Noah.
Ester's lips twitched slightly.
"Are you trying to tell me that even with all this power, I still can't sense you, Mother?" she asked, half annoyed, half amused, her voice tinged with something warm and deeply respectful.
She liked this version of her mother—bold, confident, unbothered.
Sari just shrugged with a small teasing smile, radiant and calm.
"I thought you'd be able to sense me, actually. Seems like you still have a long way to go," she said, looking at her daughter like one might look at a child who had taken her first step into the true world. Still innocent and naive.
Ester's lips twitched again, this time more pronounced.
"Moth—!"
She didn't finish because Sari suddenly hugged her.
Ester's eyes widened ever so slightly, but then her lips curved softly again, her eyes closing as she melted into the warm embrace, the warmth of her mother grounding her evolution in something deeper, something real.
No words were spoken.
No words were needed.
Everyone could feel it—the pride, the joy, the deep, unshakable love.
Because there's nothing more sacred to a parent than watching your child ascend, grow, and become something worth everything.
Eventually, after the emotions calmed and the atmosphere softened, it was time to conclude.
"You can already feel the weight of your control over the realm and over Shadow. Try to explore it, understand it, mold it," Noah said gently as he stepped forward beside her.
Then he turned toward the Originals, his tone warm and commanding.
"Let me invite you all to my home, alright?"
"We'll talk more once we get there."
And without waiting for response, he teleported all of them straight to Laeh.
He closed his eyes for a moment, scanning the Shadow Realm with his perception, eyes dancing across little scenes scattered across its corners—Eric and Aerica sitting together, whispering quietly, their bodies leaning toward one another with affection; others were just recovering from the recent battle and the mundane people were living their lives unaware.
He smiled like a proud master watching students exceed expectations as he looked at Eric.
And when he was certain he had missed nothing, he turned to face his women.
"Ready to go back?" he asked with a soft grin.
They all nodded in perfect sync, and in a flash—they were gone.
Leaving behind Ester, Nixie, and Shadow.
Ester turned to them slowly.
Her voice was quiet but firm, with a trace of warmth still lingering.
"Let's talk, shall we?"
...
While the battle for the Shadow Realm reached its end, somewhere far off—in a quiet pocket of the universe—an unexpected conversation was unfolding.
"Come on Mommy, open up already!" a blood-red-haired man with pitch-black eyes shouted loudly into the void, standing before a tree so impossibly massive that entire galaxies could be cradled between its branches.
The tree glowed gold, its leaves shimmering like celestial realms in miniature, and the aura it radiated was enough to make most beings kneel from sheer instinct alone.
This was the home of Aurelia, the First Abomination.
And right now, Asaemon stood outside like an eager, stubborn brat begging to be let in.
"Man, you're seriously gonna keep ignoring me?" he shouted again, knowing full well she could hear every word.
And sure enough—
"You're the one being stubborn. I told you to leave me alone. And did you just call me Mommy again, Asaemon?"
"Do you want to die?" a sweet voice echoed in his ears—but the words were anything but sweet.
Asaemon grinned like an idiot.
"Aurelia, stop focusing on small details."
"And the sooner you let me in, the sooner I'll leave and let you go back to reading in peace. You want that, don't you?"
For a long moment, there was no answer.
Until finally, a small green swirling portal opened in the air in front of him.
He smiled triumphantly and stepped forward.
In the blink of an eye, he was standing inside a lush, ethereal forest, the same golden tree rising into the sky like a divine monument, its light bathing the world in sacred glow.
At the base of the tree, sitting casually on the radiant grass, was a green-haired, golden-eyed woman with pale white skin that seemed to glow with a heavenly glow.
Aurelia.
She raised her head from the book she was reading, her golden gaze landing on him with visible irritation.
Asaemon, in true chaotic fashion, acted like he didn't notice at all and conjured a chair made entirely of writhing, pulsing flesh—the flesh of a celestial, judging by its strange shimmering glow and slightly divine smell.
It was disturbing.
But somehow... beautiful.
"What do you want?" Aurelia asked, eyes narrowing.
"Can't I visit my mom—?"
He stopped mid-sentence as a golden needle appeared just a hair's breadth from his throat.
He grinned.
"My dear sister, are you really gonna fight me right now?" he asked with faux innocence as his aura started to bloom—wild, chaotic, terrifying.
His presence burst forth like a tidal wave of contradictions—dragon might, phoenix heat, divine pride, void cold, abyssal rage, beastial hunger—dozens of auras, dozens of species all screaming and twisting together like a maelstrom.
Space cracked. Time bent.
But Aurelia didn't even blink.
"Fight you? Please. I don't have time for that, dear brother," she said with perfect calm, her tone ironic and dismissive.
His aura vanished like smoke.
"Tsk. Boring. And that's exactly why I'm here," Asaemon replied with a pout before grinning again.
"I need you to help me find someone. I was gonna do it myself, but let's be real, I'm too lazy."
He leaned forward.
"So help me out, sister."
He smiled again—dangerous, carefree, wild.
"Help me find our little sibling."
—End of Chapter 277—
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