Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 370

Chapter 370: Chapter 370: Wonderful

Chapter 370 – Wonderful

The event that followed was as joyous as any reunion between the Vaelgrim. They roamed the Earth freely, living as mortals, mingling with its people without the faintest hint of reservation.

They began in Paris, standing before the Eiffel Tower, admiring the towering marvel of human ambition. They took pictures together, laughter echoing through the air as each wife clung to Noah in their own way, while he grinned like a fool surrounded by the chaos he adored most.

Of course, Noah had his own ulterior motive, continuing his private collection of embarrassing family photos. He was giddy like a child planning mischief.

Dominique tripped while mocking Zara for staining her pristine white robe with ice cream. Zara’s retort came sharp and merciless, and soon all the others joined in, laughing, teasing, and fighting in the way only those who truly loved each other could.

Selene watched it all with a soft, motherly smile, her blue eyes lingering on Emily and Elira, who were glued to an arcade machine, competing like overgrown children.

She sighed and shook her head at her sisters.

After the Eiffel Tower came the Louvre, a cathedral of art and arrogance. They observed the priceless jewels and ancient relics, treasures worth enough to change the fate of nations, yet left to gather dust in the name of history.

Noah was sorely tempted to stage a little heist, just to prove a point. But he restrained himself. He had faith his dear earthlings would one day do it for him.

Their journey continued — hopping from city to city, country to country — rediscovering one another, rebuilding the bonds that time apart had stretched but never broken.

They went to the cinema at Noah’s insistence, watching an anime about a teary-eyed superhero who refused to give up. His wives found it surprisingly realistic for a child.

Later, they attended a football match. Noah didn’t particularly like Paris Saint-Germain, but he admired Ousmane Dembélé, so he cheered for them with a grin.

Anya was weirdly fascinated, her black eyes glowing as she whispered about how cool it would be to kick explosive balls as an attack. She was already designing a new skill in her head.

Noah and the others exchanged weary smiles, deciding to let her dream in peace.

They didn’t linger only in France. They crossed oceans…to the United States, to China, to South Korea.

The last one was Noah’s favorite. It had been a dream of his when he was still Brandon, and now that he stood there, hand in hand with his wives, he felt something that almost made his chest ache…fulfillment.

Everywhere they went, they saw something unique, a pattern, a rhythm, a way of life.

The architecture, the languages, the scents, the way strangers treated one another, even how animals were regarded, everything shifted from place to place.

Each country carried its own pulse, its own colors, its own gods.

It was all so different.

So alive.

And for a moment, even the women, divine as they were, were humbled by the sheer, imperfect beauty of humanity’s diversity.

It was laughable. Because powerful they might be, most of them had actually seen any other world besides Laeh. They only went to the Shadow Realm, and even then…it was to cause destruction, not to witness the wonder of the shadows.

So this experience was one they didn’t know they needed. They laughed, they joked, they pulled stunts on each other, and even on Noah, not sparing him in the slightest.

He had dared to tell them he was their slave… and the girls, as petty as he was, didn’t hold anything back.

People on the roads even looked at him in pity when he was made to hold all the clothing bags the women had after going shopping.

Noah was a divine, but that day he felt like a mortal in the midst of giving his last breath to the greed of women in shopping malls.

All of that took them barely three days to do.

But there are endings in life, and their little world tour finally came to one.

Now they found themselves at the peak of Mount Everest, where the air was almost nonexistent, making it impossible for any normal human to climb, and cold beyond understanding.

They sat there, amidst a sea of clouds, watching the world as gods on earth. Noah sat in the middle, the girls around him.

“This world is amazing,” Zara commented, still feeling the rush of their travels and discoveries.

All of them nodded in agreement. “There are so many different things. Histories, cultures, races. All of them are human but so different,” Red said. “I don’t know why, but I feel like this is how a world is supposed to be.”

“I can only agree,” Shadeva chimed, leaning her back against Noah’s, her head resting on his neck.

“I’ve learned a bit of this world’s history along the way,” Justicia started, smiling with awe, “quite complex and deep. I was amazed by the Roman Empire, but not only that, the lost civilization of Islam was mind-blowing. To think a faith that started with one person in a small tribe back in the Arabian Peninsula managed to become an empire encompassing so much land and power.”

She shook her head, wondering how simple humans could achieve this. But…

“The power of faith is incredible, isn’t it?” Elizabeth interjected.

“I was more interested in the Mongols, though…” Red added on the side.

“And we all know why,” Aphasia said, rolling her eyes.

The other girls laughed as they continued recalling everything they had learned, what they liked, what they didn’t.

Noah sat quietly in the middle, eyes closed, enjoying the chorus of his wives’ voices like melodies sung by heaven to soothe his restless soul.

At that time, it might as well have been that.

He was simply happy to be there, just to listen to them. But not only that, he was also wondering how he should bring up the subject of his reincarnation.

Maybe that was why he didn’t speak. For fear they might ask him to explain… for fear of what they would think once he did.

Noah was mostly worried about his mother, Selene Weaverheart.

No, worried was a small word. He was literally trembling inside. After all, no matter what he said… Noah had taken over the body of her legitimate son.

He was not her son. He was the one who pretended to be him. The love she showed him wasn’t for him, but for the true Noah.

He was an imposter.

He was a liar.

And now he had to confess and bear the consequences of his actions. He hadn’t done it on purpose, but Noah knew that even if he’d had the chance to choose, he would’ve done the same.

His worry didn’t escape his wives. Slowly, they fell silent and turned their heads toward him. Their eyes were soft and gentle, a silent attempt to soothe him.

Well, that didn’t work. It made him feel worse.

But he had to talk, and talk he did.

“Well,” he started, a wry smile edging his lips, “how was this world?” he asked, looking ahead of him into the drifting sea of clouds.

“Wonderful.”

“I liked it.”

“Worthy of your attention, husband.”

They all answered warmly about Earth. Of course, it wasn’t as if they hadn’t noticed the corruption and ugliness of the world. They had. But is there anything in life without a little strand of darkness creeping at its edge?

There wasn’t.

Nothing is perfect. And whenever there is light, there is inevitably darkness.

And that’s what made it real. And that’s what made them like it, somehow.

By answering his question, another one sparked in their minds, and it was Neko who asked it, perched on his head,

“How do you know about this world, Earth, Noah?”

All of them focused on him, while he smiled inwardly.

This was the question he wanted them to ask, because with that…

“Would you believe me if I told you I’ve known this world long before I knew any of you?” he said, making the women frown in confusion.

But he wasn’t done yet.

“Would you believe me if I told you that once, I was just like any of the earthlings you saw today?”

They took a moment to absorb his words. And once it clicked in their minds, their faces slowly twisted into shock, eyes widening, mouths parting in trepidation.

But Noah was no better. His heart was in his throat, but he needed to finish…

He needed to let go.

And so…

“Would you believe me…” he said, voice shaking, “…that I am a reincarnated soul from this world?”

BADUM—!

—End of Chapter 370—