Chapter 169: Submission and small meeting

Chapter 169 – Submission and small meeting

Noah was being devious. No—he was being himself.

What he just did was wrong, in a sense. But in this twisted, fucked-up world of power and desire... it felt weirdly right.

Christelle was Elijah’s mother. That alone should’ve made her untouchable. Off-limits. But Noah didn’t play by any rules. Not the noble kind. Not the moral kind. He wasn’t some fair knight out for justice—he was the kind of man who took what he wanted, bent the world to his will, and made others kneel.

And with Christelle, there were only ever two paths: either she submitted willingly... or she died.

No middle ground.

So when his women gave their approval to make Christelle his slave, it surprised him—genuinely. But it also pleased him. It meant they were changing. Maturing. Letting go of the delusions of normalcy and finally embracing the kind of life they were building together.

And now?

Now Noah wouldn’t hold back.

"I want you to be my slave, Christelle," he said, hand under her chin, voice soft but unshakable. "I want you to devote every part of yourself to me."

And just like that—her heart skipped.

A slave? His slave?

The word hit her harder than it should’ve. Her body trembled. The idea of giving up her whole self, kneeling before him, becoming his property... it made her feel something terrifyingly warm in her core.

No more lonely hours reading dusty books she didn’t care about. No more wondering why her son hadn’t called. No more pretending she wasn’t craving—aching—for a man.

And not just any man. This man.

Noah.

Christelle didn’t resist anymore.

Why would she? Sophie was now Empress. Elizabeth and Solaris ran the Church. And her son? Gone. Silent. Absent.

Probably ashamed of the whore he had for a mother.

There was no resistance left to muster.

She wasn’t the female lead of some inspirational drama. She wasn’t destined for greatness. No. She was a broken, beautiful, used-up woman who once sold her body because it was the fastest way to survive.

So, she did what she did best—she submitted.

She slowly kneeled, her thoughts flashing to the fact she was bowing before her son’s enemy... but that thought? She crushed it.

’I have no choice,’ she whispered in her mind. And then, deeper—

’I’m sorry, my son... but I crave this.’

I crave the release. The obedience. The loss of control.

The feeling of belonging to someone powerful enough to claim me completely.

"I submit... Master."

Her pussy pulsed. Wet didn’t even begin to describe it. She was drenched. Starved. Ready to be ruined.

But Noah didn’t touch her. Not now.

He simply placed his hand on her head and said, "Good decision."

He smirked. "I’ll send you somewhere one of my women will take care of you... hopefully in a good way."

And just like that—Christelle vanished. Straight to his realm.

"Ahh..." Noah sighed, finally sitting down. His cock twitched, but he ignored it.

Everything was in place now.

Sophie? Empress.

Zara? Handling Alice.

Aphasia? In the bag.

Christelle? Taken care of.

Which meant only one thing left on his list—training. Mastering his power. Sharpening himself until everything he had felt natural. Easy. Godlike.

But before that—

"Let’s meet Laeh. That child looking world will has a lot to explain."

Noah activated the divine authority granted to him by Laeh. One thought—and he vanished.

He appeared inside Laeh’s realm.

And instantly—

"OHHHHHHHHH MY LUCKY STAR IS HEREEEEEEE!!"

A voice boomed like thunder.

Laeh launched himself at Noah, hugging him tight like a crazed fan meeting a god.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Noah blinked, genuinely puzzled.

Laeh was shaking. Excited. Glowing.

"What do you mean what’s wrong?! Don’t you realize what you’ve done?!"

"You’ve helped me reach a state, the conditions to evolve to a higher level, I should’ve only reached after thousands of years of growth! Thousands!"

"You understand, Noah?! You just saved me centuries of suffering! You’re... you’re sublime!!"

Noah raised a brow. "So... me creating the Elysiari race in your world helped you more than I thought?"

"Oh, that’s just the start," Laeh beamed. "You turning your women into the first of their kind—Emotion, Fate, Soul, Lightning—that accelerated everything. My entire world is becoming more refined, more worthy, thanks to you."

"But what did you mean by ’conditions fulfilled to evolve’?" Noah asked with puzzled expression.

Laeh’s face sobered. He floated cross-legged in the air and nodded.

"It’s time you learned about the greater structure of this universe. In this universe we have many worlds. And the worlds are divided by levels and types."

"There are different types of worlds. Ours is one where talents awaken at 12, and you train from there. Others? They grow power by cultivating ’Qi’—whatever the hell that is. Or by fusing genes. Or evolving bloodlines. Every world has its method."

"That’s what type means."

Noah’s heart pounded harder. He could feel something bubbling. Curiosity, maybe. Hunger.

"And levels?" he asked.

"Ah. That’s where it gets real," Laeh said. "We have Lower Worlds. Middle Worlds. High Worlds. Then we reach the true hierarchy—Prime Worlds and Divine Realms."

"Divine Realms are owned by the major factions. They’re off-limits. Go there without permission, and you’re dead. Instantly. Even Prime Worlds are dangerous to someone like you, you will die."

"And you... want to evolve your world to a High World?" Noah asked.

"I’m almost there," Laeh grinned. "I need one more thing."

"And that is?"

Laeh’s grin turned predatory.

"I need the core of a High World. The essence. Whether I capture or kill the very will of that world—it doesn’t matter. I just need that power."

Noah went quiet.

Then he laughed.

"You’re fucking crazy. Asking that of me?"

"Of course I am, you are the only who can do it," Laeh chuckled. "But hey—one thing at a time, right?"

"Exactly." Noah stood. "Let’s secure this world first."

"One last thing," Noah added. "Why the hell didn’t you tell me there were vampires in this world?"

Laeh blinked. "Because my world didn’t birth them. Any vampire here came from another world."

"And if I can’t track them... it means they have something—tools, skills, or bloodline protections—that keep them hidden."

Noah sighed.

’So outside interference is possible in the next five years... fuck.’

"Thanks for the info," he said. "I’m heading back."

And then—he was gone.

...

Back to his realm.

Inside his castle.

Time here was three times faster than the outside world. Perfect for what he needed.

Training.

He entered the chamber and, for the first time since that brutal session with his mother, sat cross-legged on the ground.

He closed his eyes.

"Ahhh..."

Steam-like energy escaped from his mouth as he exhaled.

Then he grinned.

"Let’s copy all the talents of the girls I didn’t have yet..."

"And System..."

"Bond me with the bloodline and affinities of our dear elf."

Time to fucking grind.

DING!

—End of Chapter 169—