Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System-Chapter 506: Primus

Chapter 506 – Primus

<Unique Class acquired.>

<Unique Class: Progenitor of Dragons and Elves.>

As these words flashed in front of Noah’s mind, the whole universe halted. And this time, it was not by his own doing.

He looked around, sensing that this time-stop was even more powerful than his own, managing to even freeze the Progenitors of all the other races.

Noah looked behind him, seeing everyone except Diatah in complete stillness. Their eyes locked together, and he saw a flash of recognition of the situation inside her eyes.

He parted his lips in order to ask what was happening, but closed them immediately after. His question was already being answered by the flashing white notification panels, coupled with the excited voice of Providence.

<The Primus Universe’s Will is watching you.>

<The Primus Universe’s Will is gauging you.>

<The Primus Universe’s Will is amazed by your Birthright.>

<The Primus Universe’s Will is stunned by your Uniqueness.>

At that, the notifications halted, as if lagging. Noah tilted his head softly, brows furrowed, sensing at the same time Diatah trotting towards him. Moments later, she stood at his side, silent and watching.

The Prince, now the Duke, however was more concerned about what was happening in front of him.

Providence’s notification panels seemed to glitch, as if hesitating to say something. Before his patience managed to run thin, the panels finally flashed something he could read.

<The Primus Universe’s Will wishes to meet you.>

Noah’s eyes widened slightly, a light of surprise creeping into his mesmerizing mismatched eyes.

<Do you accept?>

<To add, only by meeting the Will can you officially step into the station of Progenitor of Dragons and Elves.>

Noah smirked. "So you practically are giving me no choice but to say yes?"

He shrugged loosely, almost carelessly. "Well, I don’t mind. I am curious."

Noah shifted his head next towards his rebellious wife. "Wish to accompany me, darling?"

"Why would I?" She glared at him.

"Why, of course, because I love your company."

"You most definitely love having someone powerful by your side in case things go wrong."

"Who hates having someone powerful at his side?" Noah chuckled. "Not me, for sure. So will you go or not?"

Diatah fell silent for a heartbeat, then nodded slowly. "I will."

Noah beamed, his handsome face reaching a heretical level for a moment, then answered the Will.

"I accept." He said, grasping gently the hand of Diatah. The woman jolted, the touch feeling like lightning thundering inside her body.

She instinctively tried to slap away his hand. But before she acted on her impulsive feelings...

"My wife will accompany me."

... a bright, immaculate light bled through the air in front of them. The air shimmered, wobbled, then tore open before swallowing the couple together.

...

The place was white, cracks webbed out all around where something akin to blood seeped out. There was no concept of space there; the realm itself seemed infinite.

Noah and Diatah looked around, their eyes settling on the sight resting before them. There, sitting on blinking white stars, was a man looking in his thirties.

Everything about him was as white as the realm around — including his beard and eyebrows — giving a strange yet enchanting look.

The blank, pale eyes of the Will of the Primus Universe were fixed on Diatah, frowning more and more the longer his gaze lingered.

"What is a non-Reality-Dweller doing in my home, I wonder?" He spoke, voice elderly and dripping with a touch of wisdom. "Did you lose your way?"

Diatah didn’t deign to answer him. She spared Noah a sidelong glance, then parted her lips.

"Do what you need to do. Then I will do what I need to do."

Her voice was direct, having a touch of finality that Noah had come to know by now in her. Whenever she spoke in that way, it meant nothing would stop her from doing exactly what she wanted.

Noah sighed inwardly, already guessing her goal.

Choosing to care about it later, he whirled on Primus. "You wanted to see me. Here I am."

"I can see that, Prince." Primus said with respect, still giving a glance at Diatah. "But what about—!"

"Don’t mind her." Noah interrupted his stressed tone with a casual one. "She likes to look scary. But don’t be fooled. She is actually sweet and very loving."

Diatah snapped her head towards him, lips twitching, but he only smiled.

"So tell me the reason for your call."

Primus nodded. He swept his hand in front of him in a horizontal fashion; his action creating in its wake a table ringed with chairs.

The table was white, engraved with strange shapes. Shapes Noah knew all too well — at least, most of them.

These were the races of the whole universe. All of them painted on that table, and that in order of their natural strength and superiority.

In his deep surprise, Noah saw that his own race, his Vaelgrim Family, was not standing in first place. Hell, it was not even in the top five.

His race was standing at the 9th spot. He tried to hide his dismay as he sat on his own chair — Diatah at his right, Primus across from them — but it seemed the Will was able to detect it.

"The 9th position is already more than what I believed someone could achieve by himself." He said, smiling faintly. "You are incredible, Prince."

Noah did not care about his words of encouragement.

"Who are these races? I have never heard about them." He inquired, finding it utterly ridiculous that such powerful races existed, hiding in the universe, refusing to show or even help their own home.

These beings were letting the likes of Celestials, Divine Beasts, Dragons and Elves act as if they owned the whole goddamn universe.

Yet these races were not even in the top twenty. Only Celestials were at the 20th position.

"If you had heard about them," Primus began, "then it would have been shocking, Prince."

"What do you mean?" Noah was getting irritated.

"You will know soon. And that’s why I need you." Primus said, startling Noah by the suddenness of the words.

"Do you know, Prince, about the Hunt of the Horn of Prime?"

Noah frowned in remembrance. He recalled indeed that one of his rewards for his Advancement Quest was information about the Hunt of the Horn of Prime.

"You seem you do," Primus smiled, locking his fingers together and putting them on the table in front of him. "Then it would be easier to ask you this, Prince."

"Ask me what?"

"To protect me." Primus said, his voice suddenly serious.

Noah, confused, only fixed his gaze on him, trying to understand the familiar yet unfamiliar words coming out of Primus.

However, the Will of the Universe didn’t have the luxury of giving him that opportunity, continuing his words in haste.

"Protect me, Prince, and I will give you whatever you wish that I can give."

"Wait, what? And who? Against whom?" Noah asked, confused, eyes narrowing. "The invaders of the other universes?"

"What? Prince, no! Mother’s blessing, absolutely not." He shook his head wildly, tapping restlessly his palm on the table.

"Not from outsiders!" He billowed. "I want you to protect me from my own inhabitants!"

The white realm paused for a heartbeat.

"Protect me, and guard my Horn so that these Progenitors will never touch it!"

—End of Chapter 506—