Harem Stealer

Volume Four: Shadow Realm

Chapter 186 – The Illustrious Vaelgrim Family

Justicia stood there, staring at Elijah's decapitated head. Golden blood gushed from the severed stump—proof of how divine he was becoming.

She didn't know what to say. She didn't even know what to feel.

Her emotions were in shambles.

She felt sadness. Pain. Anger. Loathing. Hatred... all at once.

And that tore her heart apart—deeply, profoundly, mercilessly.

"Haa... haa..."

She gasped for breath as her knees gave out and she dropped to the ground, her golden eyes welling with tears—golden tears.

It was beautiful... and it was pitiful at the same time.

Right now, right here, she didn't look like the hypocrite goddess who was ready to do anything for her power advancement...

No.

She looked like a girl mourning the death of the love of her life.

Sad. Broken. Pathetic. A divine being reduced to ruin.

"Ah... ah... no... no..."

She started slow, her voice hoarse and trembling.

"No no no no no no..."

Then she snapped. Her voice rose, faster, louder—echoing across the ruined battlefield, echoing through space itself.

And finally—

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!" Justicia cried out, her golden tears falling like molten despair, shimmering, endless, hopeless.

Even just looking at her...

You would feel it. That pain—burning and pure and unbearable.

You would.

Even Noah did.

And he felt it.

He watched with calm eyes. Her tears. Her broken posture. Her crumbling divinity.

For a moment... he even felt sympathy.

But he shook it off immediately.

There was no room for that. There never was.

Because there was no choice.

Or more accurately—

This was the only outcome possible for him.

Elijah's absolute death. No reincarnation. No second chance. No hope.

Because Noah didn't like loose ends.

And the same way he had reincarnated into this world, Elijah could've too—if his soul had remained intact.

So Noah didn't just kill the body.

He killed the soul.

As for keeping him as a slave? That was even riskier.

Elijah had the protagonist's fate. Logic, after all this novel was for him to shine. So no matter how strong the chains, it was very probable that fate would have bent the world to help him escape.

And Noah couldn't afford that.

So in the end—

'True death was the only possible outcome for him,' Noah thought, coldly, as he stepped forward toward Justicia.

Now that she was bound to him, it seemed the Akashic Records allowed her to remain in this world without breaking it.

Truly...

'You really favor me.'

And what a cheat it was—to be loved by the one who bore witness to everything between heaven and earth.

As Noah stood in front of the kneeling, weeping goddess, he crouched and reached out—grabbing her chin, lifting her head to meet his gaze.

A bold act.

But he was the master now.

And she? She was the slave.

Powerless against him. Powerless against the one who killed her lover. And that very thought crushed her further.

Her golden eyes dimmed—significantly.

And as Noah watched her...

This scene hit him.

Because it felt familiar.

It was like the tale of Rome and Emily. Where Rome killed Emily's lover—his own brother—and forced her to marry him, to bear his children.

Noah had killed Justicia's lover.

He had enslaved her.

He had, practically, forced her to be with him.

So yes—he was close to doing what Rome did.

But there was one fundamental difference.

Noah was not Rome.

He was better. So much better.

"Are you sad?" Noah asked softly, his white runic eyes glowing.

It was an obvious question.

And Justicia didn't respond. Her gaze was empty. Hollow. Lifeless.

As if she had no will left to exist.

But Noah kept speaking.

"But can you blame me? It was your fault after all. You spoiled Elijah so much he thought everyone was beneath him. So much he thought he could trample anyone in his path and just keep walking like nothing happened. But..."

He paused, his tone cold.

"That's not how this world works, Justicia."

"So what's the point of crying over spilled milk?"

"Accept it. Accept this as fate. Move on. Move on with your new life, move on with your new role, and get back to the old you—because I have no intention of taking care of a broken thing."

His voice was soft.

But his words were as cold as death itself.

And yet... they brought light back into her eyes.

Because if there's one thing more primal than the pain of losing someone you love—

It's the fear of dying meaninglessly.

And if Noah saw her as a broken toy... then her fate was already sealed.

Because now—she was just a slave.

So, she gathered herself. Piece by piece. Pulled her shame together and swallowed her despair.

And bowed her head to Noah.

Noah watched her.

And smiled.

"Good. Looks like you're finally with us. What's your power level now?"

"Limited at SSS-rank in this world," Justicia answered quietly, meekly.

To see such a being, such a divine figure, answering like this?

It was... something else.

"I'll send you to a realm," Noah said casually. "Someone's been dying to meet you."

Justicia's eyes widened slightly. "...Elizabeth," she whispered.

Noah smirked.

"Indeed."

Snap—

Justicia vanished, teleported into his realm.

Noah exhaled softly.

Facing a being that strong—even weakened—was nerve-wracking.

All he wanted now was rest.

But he couldn't.

He had to finish this war properly. Had to prepare for what was coming.

Because from this point forward—

The factions would know.

They would be aware.

They would be watching.

They would all know of the Elysiari.

And so—

"I guess it's time to step onto higher ground," he said with a grin, before vanishing from the realm he had created for this final meeting.

...

The battle was over. And as for the winner?

It was obvious.

It wasn't the elves.

It wasn't the beasts.

It wasn't the Celestials.

It wasn't the dragons.

Not even the humans.

It was... the Vaelgrim Family.

A name now etched into the minds of every living soul who witnessed that battlefield.

A name no one would dare disrespect again.

Because they had seen it. With their own eyes.

They had seen the silver-haired women beat—and even humiliate—the strongest leaders of the known world.

Young girls did that.

They had seen them kill the invaders—the Celestials, the Dragons—beings most mortals had only heard of in myths.

And most of all—

They had seen the man behind all of it.

Noah Vaelgrim.

The husband of those women.

The man who enslaved a goddess.

The man who toyed with a chosen one.

The man who stood above fate and played with destiny itself.

They had seen it all.

And in that moment, they understood—

The Vaelgrim Family would be untouchable.

Because this world... now belonged to them.

And whoever dared to oppose them...

That very thought sent chills down the spines of even the most hardened warriors, as they imagined what those beautiful—but terrifying—women would do to their enemies.

But while the world began to slowly heal...

The High Elves, the Divine Beasts, the Dragons, the Celestials, and even the Demons—

They were all aware.

All of them.

They knew what happened that day.

And now—they had turned their gaze to Laeh.

Because somewhere on that tiny world...

There existed a group of people who could stand against them, against their little toys.

And that...

That demanded attention.

Chapter 187 – I Love You, Noah

A couple of days had passed since that day.

That day when the Vaelgrim family claimed the world for itself.

A day that would be remembered by the people of Laeh—forever.

A day The Records didn't miss. They immediately responded, rewarding them in the only way fitting for those who had claimed a world without a divine being backing them.

A title worthy of their feat.

'The Ruler of a World.'

A title that granted them authority over Laeh itself. Authority that made them, in every sense of the word, mini-gods within it.

Now?

Nothing could touch them.

Nothing could threaten them.

If they wanted lightning to rain endlessly, it would.

If they wanted the world to burn under an eternal sun, it would.

If they wanted to reshape the continents or rewrite the restrictions placed on the population, they could.

Because they were the rulers of the world.

The Records itself had confirmed it—and granted them the divine authority.

But Noah?

Noah received more.

One more title than them—and frankly, it made perfect sense.

Because let's be honest, if it wasn't for Noah, none of the women would have been strong enough to go against the champions of other races—let alone Elijah, who had been spoiled rotten by his goddess.

Noah made everything possible.

And The Records—fair as ever—rewarded the worthy.

Especially when that worthy one happened to be their favorite.

'The Claimer of Worlds.'

That was the title Noah received.

It looked simple, right?

But it wasn't.

This was a title that gave Noah the right to enter any world he wants—and claim it.

Either by killing that world's will… or by subduing it.

Do you understand how insane that is?

Beings are normally limited in travel. Their power often restricts them from stepping into other worlds.

But Noah?

He was different now.

He could walk into any world he wanted—no rules, no backlash—and claim it as his.

An unfair title, truly.

Because with it? Noah could nuke a weaker world. Kill its will. Take over. Claim dominion.

And nothing—nothing—would happen to him.

Fucking unfair.

But that's how this universe works.

Do something insane. Get rewarded with something more insane. Use that reward to do something even worse. And the cycle repeats.

It's a loop. A concept so simple, it almost sounds stupid.

But the thing is—

Not many can survive the loop.

…

Inside the realm, Noah and his women gathered again for another small meeting.

The seats were filled. Each woman sat with proud expressions on their faces.

How could they not?

They had just made an entire world bow to them.

"Ah… I want more of this, husband," Anya said, flushed. "Let's go to another world and beat them into submission."

No one replied. They were used to her chaos. This girl loved nothing more than destruction.

"The people now know the identity of the Absolute Deity," Elizabeth said suddenly, a soft smile on her lips, her blank white eyes glowing with mystical clarity.

"Now they all know that Noah Vaelgrim, the Patriarch of the Vaelgrim Family, is the Absolute Deity."

"And that made everything easier. Millions of people across the worlds are embracing our faith. Worshipping you, my love."

Noah smiled softly at that.

"You should be worshipped just as much as me, ladies. After all, you did all the work. It was you who fought the leaders of this world. People you never even imagined standing before—let alone touching—let alone beating into submission."

He looked at all of them with a warm smile.

But also with pride. Deep, overwhelming pride.

"The journey wasn't easy. You trained hard. You suffered. You pushed through challenges—spiritual and physical. And now?"

"Now you've come out the other side as something magnificent."

"You, my dear women."

Those words lit up their hearts.

Sophie couldn't help but remember how hard she'd trained just to be worthy of the Empress title. To be able to stand beside Noah—not as a background character, but as a sovereign in her own right. And so, when she heard Noah acknowledge her—her efforts—her soul shimmered. Her eyes glistened.

She wasn't alone.

Yuki felt emotional too.

Because she had grinded relentlessly for her Formless Sword. The process had been torturous. But she succeeded—beautifully. Her sword affinity had now reached the Transformation Rank.

And she deserved it. She was worthy.

Because this girl had made her sword formless. Literally.

She was the only one worthy of wielding it.

And so she smiled—a smile filled with love, filled with quiet triumph.

Each of them, in their own way, remembered their path.

Alive remembered the pain of being voiceless, of struggling with unstable powers—but that was over now. Thanks to Noah.

Zara remembered the sorrow, the isolation, the emptiness. Her parents. Her loneliness. Now? She had a husband. Sisters. A family ready to slaughter anything that tried to hurt their Heart Weaver. And all of it—every change, every light in her dark—was thanks to Noah. Even her name, the name that reshaped her soul.

Aphasia remembered being a prideful little elf princess. Arrogant. Entitled. Born of origin and talent. But Noah broke that illusion. He didn't destroy her—he helped her rebuild herself. Into something better.

Elizabeth? She remembered being just a trapped soul inside Justicia's grasp. If not for Noah… she didn't even know what her future would have been. And every time she thought about that—about how he saved her—she fell even deeper.

'I truly love you to death, my love,' she thought.

So sincerely that tears fell down her cheeks. Because sometimes, love can't be spoken. It can only pour out.

Anya, Neko, Ester, Dominique—each of them felt it. That wave of reflection, of love, of realization that their lives had been forever changed.

Even the milfs—Elira, Selene, Lilith—felt it too.

Because all of this…

All of it…

Was because of him.

And so—without planning, without prompting—with perfect divine synchronization:

"I love you, Noah."

They all said it. Together.

Their voices warping and wrapping into one another.

And to Noah?

It was the most beautiful melody he had ever heard.

He laughed.

And it wasn't cruel. It wasn't arrogant. It was warm. Full. Overflowing with joy.

So pure, so radiant, that the entire realm—no, the entire world of Laeh—was bathed in golden light.

Light so peaceful and serene… the world paused.

Just to enjoy it.

"I love you too, ladies," Noah said gently.

Then, after a moment, he added—softly, but firmly:

"But let's not get complacent."

A smirk tugged at his lips.

"This is just the start, right? Our family can't be limited to one world, can it?"

And at his words—

They grinned.

Evilly. Devilishly.

There was no pity in their eyes. No softness. Only one thing.

Unfiltered. Unapologetic. Dominance.

"Let's dominate all things, shall we?"

Noah asked, his smirk growing.

And their answer?

"Of course, husband. Anything you want."

Truly…

What loving and dedicated women.

Chapter 188 – Fourteen of him.

After the small meeting, each of them went off to do their own thing.

As of now, Noah hadn't told them what direction to take yet.

Because before that, he had to know more about the universe in general. To understand its structure, its dangers, and where exactly they stood. Only then could he decide what to do next.

Obvious, right?

Indeed.

But before anything else—there were some people he had to talk to.

Mainly… the ones his women—or he himself—had captured.

And as for Justicia?

Well… Elizabeth was taking care of her at the moment.

…

In one of the castle's rooms, Elizabeth sat calmly on a throne-like chair, her legs elegantly crossed, directly facing Justicia.

Her expression was cold—unfeeling—and Justicia looked like a rabbit cornered by a wolf.

She was scared.

And at that sight, Elizabeth couldn't help but shake her head in utter disappointment and pity.

"Is this what you've become? A scared cat, not even able to look me in the eyes?"

Truly, she was distraught. She wanted to see her defiant. She wanted to bash her face into the ground and make her cry out in pain. That was the plan.

But this?

This pitiful display?

It killed all the fun. The desire to slap her repeatedly just… faded.

Elizabeth sighed. She didn't even know why she felt like this—but there was no point in thinking about it.

"Let's make this fast. I want to enjoy my free time with Noah while I can."

"So, Justicia… who am I?" Elizabeth asked seriously, her eyes locking onto hers.

That was the question. The one that burned the most.

She knew she was a Celestial. She knew she came from elsewhere. She knew she had somehow ended up in Laeh.

But how? Why? What was she before all this?

And what was her relationship with Justicia—what gave her the gall to bind her?

Justicia sighed softly at the question.

She didn't want to answer. Not because she wanted to keep secrets—but because this wasn't just about her. This wasn't a normal situation. This involved beings that could erase her entire existence with a flick of a finger.

But what choice did she have?

She was a slave now. A slave who couldn't harm her master or his family in any way.

And Elizabeth… was family.

"I… I can't tell you," Justicia whispered, "because even speaking of it will alert them. And once their gaze falls on this world…"

She didn't finish.

Because it didn't need to be said.

Even if the Celestial Factions knew they had lost a World Contest, the upper echelons didn't care. They didn't monitor every middle-ranked world.

But if she spoke?

They would look.

And if they looked… then death would follow.

Elizabeth didn't need her to finish either.

Because the moment she asked that question, her senses—tied to fate itself—flared violently.

Her fate power screamed.

And the message was clear.

'If I push further… the Vaelgrim family will all die?'

Elizabeth's expression turned grim. Absolutely grim.

She looked up and met Justicia's eyes.

She didn't speak.

She couldn't speak.

Her family was the one thing she couldn't risk.

Not even a little.

"But I can tell you one thing," Justicia said quietly.

"I am—and I was never—your enemy. What I did to you… was the only way to keep you hidden. And now that the bindings are gone… they will know. Sooner or later."

Her expression was grim. Still. Quiet.

Elizabeth didn't doubt her. She didn't need to. Her power made lies useless.

Justicia was telling the truth.

Elizabeth sighed, a headache already forming.

'This… this is going to be bothersome.'

And truly—she had no idea how right she was.

…

While Elizabeth was enjoying her little rainbow-and-sunshine chat with a divine prisoner,

Aphasia was having a rather particular conversation—with her sister and her mother.

"What did you just say?" Nephis asked incredulously, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Sonomi sighed. She didn't like this either—but she had no choice.

"It was either become a maid… or get frozen to death," she said, trying to explain just how hopeless her situation had been.

But what she didn't expect was Nephis staring at her like she had just betrayed her deepest trust.

"How could you do this to me, mother?! Didn't I always tell you I wanted a silver-haired, beautiful, powerful human man to marry?! And now you beat me to it?!"

Her face was full of betrayal.

Sonomi's lips twitched. "You never said human, though…"

"Don't sweat the details, mother. That's not the point!"

Nephis snapped, then turned her eyes toward Aphasia—who had been watching this whole thing with barely hidden amusement.

"Sister! Tell him I'm ready to marry him anytime, anywhere. Hell, I'll even be his maid if I have to!"

And she was dead serious.

Ever since she saw Noah's face, Nephis hadn't been able to stop thinking about him.

He was too… divine.

'Truly fabulous. I want fourteen of him. Right now. Right here.'

That was her first thought the moment she saw him.

And the fact that he was married to her sister?

'Meh. Who cares? My sister and I shared many things when we were younger… Why not a man now?'

She smirked at that thought. Deeply. Inwardly.

"I'm not the only one who decides these things, you know," Aphasia said with a smile. "You'd have to ask the others too."

"Then why is mother's situation different?" Nephis asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Because maids are different. Each of us can allocate a certain number of maids to Noah. I haven't used mine yet. For mother… it was Selene who chose her specifically."

And before she did, she asked for permission. And why would Aphasia have refused?

Being Noah's maid—The Progenitor's maid—was something most women in Laeh would kill for.

"Then make me a maid," Nephis said, grinning as if she could already feel the thrill of seeing him every day. Being beside him. Serving him. Or maybe—

Her face turned red.

She had to stop those wild thoughts before they got out of control.

She looked up.

Sonomi and Aphasia were both staring at her like she was filth incarnate.

"You're too horny, Nephis," Aphasia said in a flat tone, eyes blank.

"When did my two daughters turn out like this?" Sonomi lamented to herself on the side, wondering if she had failed that badly as a mother.

Nephis's face went even redder—but this time with deep, genuine embarrassment.

"Damn… no one can fantasize in peace around here."

Chapter 189 – Bipolar Love and poison

In another room, Zara sat in front of Morgan—her mother.

She was chained. Her heart was now back in her chest. And she stared at Zara with fury blazing in her eyes.

"Do you think looking at me like that will change anything?" Zara sneered.

There was no respect in her voice. Not even a shred of it.

Because right now, she wasn't the same little girl who used to beg for a sliver of attention.

She didn't need that anymore.

Not when she was a Vaelgrim.

Adored. Revered. Almost worshipped across the world.

And as she sat there—remembering all the love she had now, all the power, and her new family—and looked at the woman who abandoned her, she couldn't help but smirk.

"Tell me… do you regret it, mother? Do you regret never giving me even a little bit of love?" She asked with a mocking smile.

"Love that could've saved you from this?"

She paused, tilted her head.

"…Why am I even calling you 'mother'? You're not worthy of that, right… Morgan?"

Her voice was cold. Cruel.

It was spoken to hurt.

And it did. It cut deep.

Morgan wasn't the type to regret her actions. She always stood by her choices and moved on.

But this?

This stung.

Because this wasn't just a consequence. This was a cosmic slap in the face.

Zara might not know it yet, but to lead a whole world?

That's insane.

To have an entire world under your feet… to bend its resources, its laws, its faith, its atmosphere to your will…

That's a privilege most people would kill for.

And it was also a direct path toward the realm behind the Supreme Rank.

For Zara and the Vaelgrim Family to already have this—something even Morgan's clan didn't have—was a colossal advantage.

And knowing the one who held it… was the daughter she threw away like garbage?

Yes.

She regretted it, deeply.

But—

"Regret won't change anything, Morgan," Zara said, her eyes flashing. Her green pupils shifted into a soft but terrifying red.

"I even thought that being Noah's maid was too kind of a punishment for you. You're not even worthy of that."

"But be grateful," she continued coldly, "because I'm not as cruel as you. Otherwise you'd be dead by now, bitch."

She spit the word like venom before rising and turning away.

But Morgan's voice stopped her.

"Did you not want to know… why I was in this world? Why I wanted Beelzebuth's talent? And how I even obtained it?"

She paused again, slower this time.

"Don't you want to know what your origin is… your vampiric origin?"

Zara froze.

She stood there for a while, saying nothing.

Then slowly… she turned her head.

Her eyes softened. Turned green again. Peaceful and calm.

"Oh… right. I need that information to report to my husband," Zara said with a sweet voice.

And Morgan instinctively shuddered.

Because she just realized something.

'She's fucking bipolar!'

Truly…

This mother-daughter duo might just become our favorite.

Right?

…

Meanwhile, in another room—

"What a curious woman," Noah said as he looked down at the sleeping Katy.

Well, not exactly sleeping.

Her heart wasn't beating. Her mind wasn't responding. Her soul wasn't active.

It was as if… time itself had stopped inside her.

"All this… done by poison?" Noah muttered, eyes gleaming with interest. "Crazy."

He really meant it.

Because this was fascinating. A poison that didn't kill—but froze everything. Heart, soul, mind all of them locked away.

How interesting.

And poison affinity was something he didn't have yet.

"Ah… there's so much to acquire. So much to plunder. So much to dominate. So much to master…"

Noah's smile widened.

His body trembled slightly—excitement boiling in his veins.

This… this was what he craved.

To acquire again and again until there was nothing left to acquire.

To dominate again and again until there was nothing left to dominate.

And while doing so?

To raise his women and family to such a level that just hearing the name Vaelgrim would make the entire universe tremble.

That was his goal.

And for that—

"I have to explore this universe and plunder everything in my way."

Resources. Artifacts. Treasures. Bloodlines. Affinities. Talents. Even entire worlds.

And, of course—

Women.

But only the worthy ones. Only the ones his women approved of.

Still, he couldn't wait.

He finally composed himself and walked toward Katy.

Domy and Ray had explained her situation—and asked him to save her.

To free her from the divine soul sealed within.

"I would've asked Elira to handle this… but she seems hell-bent on making that dragon suffer. I wonder what he said to make my sweet Soul Elysiari this angry?"

Noah said absentmindedly.

Luckily for everyone, he didn't know.

Because if he did—he might've marched into the Dragon World and wiped out Honk's entire bloodline in one go…well proved he was able to do that.

Noah placed his hand gently on Katy's head.

Then closed his eyes, focusing.

It didn't take long to find the soul inside her.

It was… blinding.

Obvious.

It wasn't like anything he'd ever seen before. It wasn't just large or powerful—it was…

"Divine?"

Yeah.

That felt like the right word.

And for something Noah himself was calling divine, he had no choice but to use every ounce of his soul manipulation mastery to pull it out.

He focused hard.

It was a slow process.

But after a few minutes, Noah managed to extract the divine soul from Katy's body.

The moment it left—since the poison was only inside Katy, not outside—the soul began to awaken.

"Where is this?" a deep voice echoed. The voice was male one, calm and confused—but not afraid.

The soul began to take shape.

It was a man with panther-like features, with sharp lines, smooth muscle and a dominant posture.

His eyes—if you could call them that—locked onto Noah.

"Who are you?" he asked, his tone heavy with authority, as if Noah owed him an answer.

But Noah didn't say a word.

He didn't even look at him.

He just snapped his fingers and summoned a small prison of nothingness—and trapped him inside.

"You lowly human! Do you have any idea what you're doing? Do you know who I am?! You better release me right now!"

His voice rose. It started calm but ended screaming.

Because even without sensing Noah's full power—he could feel the nothingness around him.

And it surprised him greatly.

Noah didn't respond.

Because he wasn't done.

Katy had risked everything with this move.

All to keep the divine soul inside her unaware of what she was doing.

The poison she used was something she couldn't fully control. It had shut her down—completely.

Heart. Mind. Soul.

All….frozen.

So now… she needed someone to reverse that.

To make everything beat again.

To melt the poison.

Otherwise—she'd die.

"Truly… what a curious and daring woman."

Noah smiled gently as his fingers brushed her skin.

He didn't use elemental power.

Only his voice, only his concept.

"Erase."

And the poison obeyed.

It instantly shattered itself and vanished.

Chapter 190 – Oh! Silly me...

By destroying the poison, Katy was finally able to wake up. And the first thing she saw... was a handsome young man looking at her with the kind of curious interest a child would give to a new toy.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately backed away.

Noah smiled at the scene.

"It's kind of hurtful to be treated like this when I just saved you, you know?"

"Shouldn't you be more... I don't know, a little more grateful, huh?" he asked, tilting his head softly—making his already absurdly handsome face even more unfair to look at.

Katy calmed down a bit after hearing he was the one who saved her. And with a few dots connected in her mind, she found out easily who this young man was.

"You are... Noah, right?" she asked softly.

She didn't know why, but she couldn't help but feel intimidated. It was like she was staring at a being who could devour her entire existence with a single bite.

It sounded insane. But Katy was a beast—and if there's one thing beasts are known for, it's their terrifying instincts.

And in this case, those instincts were screaming the truth.

Because Noah—after enslaving a literal divine being and winning a war against three champions with a kind of ease that bordered on parody—had reached the threshold of something terrifying.

He was now at the limit. One step away from SSS rank.

All he needed was to choose his Domain.

A twenty-year-old SSS-rank being.

Was that crazy?

Hell yes, it was crazy.

But the world—no, the universe—was even crazier. And soon, Noah would learn that for himself.

Noah tilted his head in mock surprise as he heard her question.

"Oh, silly me. I actually forgot to introduce myself this time."

He stood up slowly and with the kind of elegance you'd expect from someone proclaimed the ruler of a world.

"I am Noah Vaelgrim. The loving husband of many silver-haired goddesses. The Original Elysiari. The Architect of Talents. The True Anomaly. And the leader of many talented bastards."

He paused... then added with a little smirk:

"And oh, there is another title I like quite a bit... 'The Claimer of Worlds.'"

He nodded slowly, as if approving his own ridiculousness.

"Nice to meet you, Katy Valdor... Mother of Serpents."

Katy was stunned—but beyond stunned, she was awed. A young man like Noah, doing all of this before even reaching the age of full maturity?