Chapter 217: Your name shall be Laeh

Chapter 217 – Your name shall be Laeh

The moment Noah finished fusing and created a world inside himself, the Akashic Records went absolutely mad with excitement.

{DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!}

{MARVELOUS!}

{Noah Vaelgrim, you have done the unimaginable again.}

{You are the first being in this universe to make your own soul literally a world—a world that can evolve like any other world.}

{You are, once again, worthy.}

{Congratulations, Noah Vaelgrim! You have received a new title.}

{Title Received: The World Bearer.}

The moment the title landed, all the information about it poured into Noah’s mind—

And what he found pleasantly surprised him.

This title allowed him to bear the weight of an entire world with just his body.

Which meant that Noah now possessed the raw strength of a whole world—a low-rank world for now—but a world nonetheless. Not only that, but he could draw power from his world.

His mana was almost unlimited now. He could spam skills like a lunatic without ever worrying about cost.

But there was something else—

Something that made him pause.

Because it was, simply put, a cheat.

Noah could now tap into the power of everything that existed inside his world.

Meaning, he could use the power of his women without restriction. The power of the beasts or people in his world. The power of affinities, concepts, domains—everything that those in his world have.

He can even use the power of Shadeva, as Shadeva was now a habitant of his world.

He can use...

Everything.

Even his own raw talent was now a culmination of every single talent inside the world he carried.

Meaning Noah potential was now even more obscene.

It was... madness.

That was what it meant to bear a world. Or more accurately—to become one.

There was only one downside.

If he died, his world, and everything within, would die with him.

But Noah wasn’t worried.

He wasn’t planning on dying.

Not now. Not ever.

After truly understanding the title "The World Bearer," Noah began to fear himself.

Because if he combined this title with "The Claimer of the Worlds"...

’Ah... You’re fucked, damn Worldborn,’ Noah thought, a silent fury boiling under his skin.

He hadn’t forgotten what they did to him. He couldn’t. And every day, he thought of how to make them suffer.

He sighed inwardly, then opened his eyes and slowly got up. The white dome had vanished the moment the fusion ended.

And now—

He was face to face with Noelle again, who stared at him with shining eyes.

She had just witnessed something very interesting.

As she watched Noah rise, she noticed the space around him tensing—like it feared being shattered by even a casual movement.

And that would’ve happened if he were inside a low- or mid-ranked world.

His body alone now distorted space. No skills. No effort.

’I knew things would be interesting with him,’ Noelle thought, pleased with her decision to stalk him and come here.

Noah looked at her.

"Ready to see my world?" he asked with a smile.

"Yes, I am," Noelle responded with the same ease.

And instantly, they disappeared—entering Noah’s world.

His soul.

The moment they reappeared, not much had changed visually—except the addition of new forbidden zones, each tied to his most dangerous affinities.

Nothingness. Fate. Even emotions.

There were also zones overflowing with a single affinity, created as training grounds. Rivers that pulsed with conceptual energy. Land that was soaked with blood. And his White Castle...

His White Castle now existed in a floating island...alone overlooking the whole world.

What a sight.

He also sensed that the world’s size had increased dramatically—matching Laeh’s, even though this one was still considered a low-rank world.

The atmosphere... the mana in the air was denser. Stronger. The lava rivers ran purer than even Laeh’s ever did.

It was the kind of environment that could birth monsters.

All of it—meant to create people whose power Noah could use at will.

What a bliss.

He also sensed the emergence of new types of beings—creatures that seemed to embody the very essence of his affinities.

That was the result of fusing his concept core with the world core.

An unexpected but deeply interesting side effect.

After soaking it all in, Noah turned to Noelle.

"I’m going to meet someone. Enjoy this little world of mine," he said before vanishing.

Going to meet someone... are you still the same? he wondered silently.

...

Noah reappeared in the deepest part of his soul—his former soul—now the core of the world.

Where the world’s core and its will resided.

It was eerily similar to where Laeh had been.

But the world will... was both different and familiar.

And it noticed him immediately.

She turned toward him.

Yes—she.

No longer a boy—but a little girl, around twelve years old.

Her hair was as pristine white as the skies in his world—but her eyes...

Her eyes were a canvas of everything.

Every affinity Noah had was reflected there. Her gaze shifted constantly—fire, ice, gravity, time, blood, shadow, fate...

It was beautiful.

"You... you are my owner?" a soft, sweet voice asked, echoing gently across the space.

She could feel it in her bones—this man could kill her without effort. She couldn’t disobey him.

And yet...

She didn’t feel fear.

She felt something else entirely. Something she didn’t expect—

Warmth.

Noah nodded with a small smile, though a sad one. A very sad one.

Because now... now he knew.

Laeh would never return.

He sighed deeply, walked forward, and placed his hand gently on her head.

"Your owner?" Noah chuckled softly.

"I’m not your owner... I’m your lucky star, my dear," he said with a calm, affectionate smile.

His words echoed inside her like thunder.

Something shifted.

A strange stirring of melancholy. Of love. Of instant, boundless affection for this man standing before her.

Like the way a younger sibling might feel toward the older one who protected them from the world.

Instinctively, she asked—

"My... name?"

A name.

She needed a name.

The world needed a name.

And for Noah, there was only one answer.

He didn’t even think.

It was obvious.

"Laeh."

A pause.

"...Your name shall be Laeh, little one."

And at those words, her glowing eyes widened as tears started to fall.

She looked up at Noah’s warm smile.

And whispered—

"My lucky star..." she repeated, tasting the words. Then—

"MY LUCKY STAR—!" she jumped into his arms, wrapping herself around his neck.

"You’re my lucky star." She repeated it again and again, holding onto him tightly.

Noah laughed.

His laughter echoed through the deepest part of his world.

"Indeed I am, Laeh. And I promise you—this time, no one will touch you."

His voice was calm.

But his conviction?

Unbreakable.

And just as if the Records had been waiting for this moment—

They chimed again.

{Noah Vaelgrim, Progenitor of the Elysiari, now possesses a world tied to the very origin of his being.}

{You are qualified to create a faction.}

{What will be the name of your faction?}

Noah thought for a moment.

He hesitated.

Elysiari? Vaelgrim?

But in the end—

"The Vaelgrims."

After all, when you speak of the Vaelgrims... you speak of the Elysiari too.

They are the progenitors, after all.

{Your faction has been acknowledged by The Records. Faction Name: The Vaelgrims.}

{Your world, Laeh, has become the main world of your faction.}

{Congratulations, Noah Vaelgrim!}

But was it the end?

Of course not—

{DIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!}

The entire universe shook.

Once again.

—End of Chapter 217—