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

The sight was both strange yet oddly peaceful. What was the most intriguing part of all this, in fact, was the unbothered expression of the woman as she looked at Noah.

She didn’t look clueless. No, not at all. She was staring at him with boundless knowledge hidden behind her green eyes, rotten with the pleasure of the food she was swallowing — not eating.

She looked like a vacuum.

The World’s Will, a wood-like green and yellow woman with a round shape and plump body, spared a glance at Noah from the side of her eyes before ignoring him again.

It was as if it was more important to take care of the needs of the woman than to sore her eyes by looking at him. However, that didn’t mean they were silent.

They were not that polite.

“Mistress, can you sense it? It seems he is the new Progenitor.” The World’s Will said, her voice like the ruffling of leaves.

“Oh yes, oh yes,” the woman nodded, her mouth full of pastries that didn’t seem to end, crumbs and leftovers smearing the side of her lips — she didn’t seem to care.

“Funny, truly funny! That mean bitch Luelle is not only dead but even got her power stolen! Hahahahaha!” She burst into uncontrollable laughter, spraying crumbs of food all over the air. “How I wish I could see her face! Don’t you think, Arbre, that it would have been quite a sight?”

“No doubt, oh my beautiful, stunning, dazzling and incredible Queen!” Arbre’s voice was soaked with love and reverence. “But I believe she deserves way worse than this after what she had done to you. Maybe we can order the man gawking at us behind to retrieve her back so that we can torture her.”

The beautiful elven woman paused, cocked her head to the sky, licking her fingers dripping with strawberry juice.

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes! Why not, sweetheart? Why not, truly? But can you ask him? I don’t like talking to males.”

“But my beautiful, stunning, dazzling and incredible Queen! I hate them too!”

“For me, sweetheart. For me.” She patted the head of the World’s Will with her dirty hand. “And do it fast, he is looking at me too intensely. I am losing my appetite!” Her voice became flooded with forlornness, looking like the simple act of Noah looking at her brought her great distress.

Noah, meanwhile, was just standing there, his face the very epitome of dismay. His eyes and lips were constantly twitching, hearing these two women talking about him as if he was not there.

And as if it was not over, Arbre turned reluctantly her head towards him, and spoke with great effort, without even looking at him in the eyes — not by shyness, but by deep-rooted distaste for the male gender.

“My beautiful, stunning, incredible Queen want—!”

“You have forgotten dazzling, sweetheart!”

“Sorry! My beautiful, stunning, dazzling and incredible Queen orders you to give her Luelle. She has a vengeance to deliver.” Arbre paused, then lifted her head to look at Noah through the cover of her wood-like hairs.

“Will you obey?”

“Why would I?” Noah asked, both amused and irritated.

“Why wouldn’t you? Don’t you know who you are in front of?”

‘Girl, I should be the one saying that.’ Noah thought inwardly, but decided to play along.

“Matter of fact, I don’t.” He said, crossing his arms around his chest, hearing at the same time the approach of his wives. “Who do I have in front of me?”

Arbre didn’t answer immediately.

However…

“Sweetheart, you can answer. But do you have some leftover of the skin of my supposed son?”

“Yes, my beautiful, stunning, dazzling and incredible Queen!” Arbre nodded, clicking her finger and bringing back the corpse of a headless man with many body parts missing.

Noah’s eyes flashed with recognition, and they went wide.

“They can say whatever they want about the Vaelgrim, but those guys sure knew how to cut a body cleanly. Who did this?” The woman cackled, taking a knife and cutting the left arm of the corpse.

Then she took some seasoning and a small green fire to cook it.

“I heard it’s from the Sword Goddess, Yuki Vaelgrim. Her talent is commendable.” Arbre answered, before smacking her lips and turning back towards Noah. “Oh, I have forgotten to answer you.”

She smiled falsely.

“You have in front of you the one and only Queen of Elves, the Wife of the unworthy Worldborn, and the mother of the unworthy and disgusting Chosen One of the Elves, Orion Worldborn!”

Noah stared at the woman, her mouth dripping from the blood and juicy meat of the corpse of her own dead son. She smiled at him, showing flesh stuck between her teeth, as Arbre dropped the name,

“Her name is Fatima Zaynab Worldborn!” Arbre shouted with great pride. “So bow to her! Bow to the First Worldborn! Bow to the True Mother of Elves!”

The woman, Fatima, returned her gaze to her meal, not caring about the aghast face of Noah, let alone the new presence that appeared in her peaceful dwelling.

She was busy eating. Eating the corpse of her rebellious son.

“Ah, what a shame,” Fatima muttered, deep sorrow obvious in her tone. “How could I have wished to have the corpse of that useless husband. Damn you, Esmeray!”

“Oh, my…” Noah whispered, at a loss for words for the first time in a long while.

“What’s happening here, Noah?” Alice asked, a strange feeling overwhelming her.

“What’s happening here?” Noah echoed, smiling nervously. “Alice, darling, I wish to know that too.”

They all fell silent, looking with open disgust and hidden apprehension at the woman eating her own people with joy.

Noah could have done many things at that time. However, tired and needing time to process all that was happening, he simply closed his eyes, used his Progenitor authority to pluck away the world just like a fruit on a tree, then went towards Laeh with his wives.

Fatima and Arbre were shouting at him, but he acted deaf.

His mind was churning.

‘Is it just me or was it oddly sexy?’

At that point, he knew he was a lost cause.

‘Now I am horny. Can I indulge myself once more?’

Said the man who was supposed to fight a whole Universe.

‘Ah…Should I go see Nafi?’

The Origin Will of the Spirit World would certainly love to see him. And if not…

‘Meh…who cares. She will get used to it.’

…

“The Great Hunt of the Horn, my dear tribesmen, is finally about to begin.” A male voice echoed in a dark place, where nothing could be seen except eyes — eyes too monstrous, too otherworldly to even describe.

“It’s the time we have been waiting for! The time to finally discard our shackles and seek a higher Path.”

“The other tribes will participate?” Another voice inquired.

“Why, of course, yes.”

“Even the tribe of Hushu?” Here, the voice was filled with hidden apprehension.

“All of them, I say. All of them will participate. Do you know what that means?”

“End of the Universe. Rebirth of the universe into our image.”

“Oh but oh yes! We have let those children run free for epochs. It’s time for them, my tribesmen, to enter a deep slumber.”

“One they will never awake from.”

“However, my brothers, I advise you to choose some of them as aid, or even better…as slaves. Some are interesting enough to be used to tend our warhorses, for example.”

“Who might you be talking about, brother?”

“There are some. The twin of Lilith, Asmodeus and Asaemon. There is Aurelia, whose identity the Shaman revealed is more than what she let show. There is Dancer, the hidden bastard. Not forgetting also the newly appointed Queen of Dreams and the Light of Mercy. The last two are interesting, for they are siblings. But do you know what’s more interesting?”

“Oh?”

“Their father and by extension their mothers. And I—!”

“He is mine.”

A voice descended, and with that, a tense silence.

The voice was cold, yet feminine, coming from a set of eyes apart from the rest.

“Take whoever you want,” the voice followed. “But Noah Vaelgrim is mine.”

—End of Chapter 510—