Chapter 265: Devious Noah

Chapter 265 – Devious Noah

The will of the realm was quite stunned by Noah’s words.

She had expected anything—rage, conquest, control—but not these types of words.

"Y-You... what do you want?" she said, her voice filled with pain and agony, a pain she had never thought possible to even feel, a pain so immense and rooted that it couldn’t even be described.

She was fighting against her own existence to reject the title Noah gave her, it was like fighting a close part of herself in a battle where the only outcome was the death of one half.

And needless to say... she would suffer either way.

But she preferred that kind of suffering over being shackled beneath a girl not even a hundred years old.

Never.

So she gritted her teeth, ready to blow herself up if she failed to stop this process.

Noah watched her expression with a subtle smile on his lips.

He could see it, this will was ready to die rather than accept the name, the rule, the dominion.

And truthfully...

He couldn’t have that.

So he took a step forward and instantly found himself an inch away from her.

She flinched instinctively, her deep shadowy eyes trembling in surprise—and even fear—as she tried to create distance between them.

Noah’s hand shot out like a celestial whip, catching hers, but she immediately dissolved into shadow and slipped from his grasp.

He smiled again, unbothered, raising his gaze upward—high to the right—and found her there, panting, her breathing ragged, her body soaked in sweat like a mundane girl who had just run a ten-kilometer marathon without rest, power, or grace.

It was pitiful.

A prime world’s will... reduced to this.

"You’re making things difficult for yourself," Noah said calmly, his voice low and smooth. "Accept peacefully to be under my wife’s dominion, and you’ll reach a height never thought possible."

To make someone hostile become a willing ally, especially when you needed them, wasn’t always about emotion.

It was about interest.

Propose something they gain from.

Appeal to what they value.

That was how life worked.

Most beings worked by interest—not emotion.

Touch their interest, and they might become your closest ally... or your worst enemy. It all depends on what you touch.

For the will of the shadow realm... the Vaelgrims had touched all her scars—by invading her, destroying her order, severing her control, and now trying to enslave her. By all counts, she was justified in choosing death.

But what if she had something to gain? Something she couldn’t get by herself? Something she always dreamed about?

What if Noah could offer her that?

"You’ve seen us. You know what we’re capable of. Even your Law Creator rank couldn’t stop us," Noah said, his voice casual, but every word deliberate.

"And especially... you’ve seen my power. Tell me, where in this universe can you find another being like me?"

He didn’t wait for an answer. He didn’t need to.

"No one."

His smile widened.

"No one is like me. And no one is like us."

The will listened quietly now, her interest piqued.

"So choose wisely. You have a chance to be part of this family...peacefully. You have the chance to become one of the Vaelgrims, Seekers of Infinite Evolution."

"So don’t be a fool. Don’t let pride or anger blind you."

"Because if I’m forced to make you submit..."

His voice dropped. His runic white eyes started to glow with a lifeless, eerie light—no joy, no warmth, no softness.

A stark contrast to the Noah from just seconds ago. It made her shiver.

"If I have to force you... you won’t like the outcome."

"So, for the last time..."

"Accept this title gracefully, and take one step closer to becoming... a divine realm."

The moment the words left his mouth, she trembled. The words divine realm echoed through her entire existence like a forgotten promise.

Her eyes widened, and before she could stop herself, her voice—fragile, full of wonder and disbelief—escaped:

"Divine realm? You... you can make me a divine realm?"

Her tone was like that of a punished child who had just been promised a pastry.

And that’s exactly what Noah did, he offered her what no Will could resist.

The dream.

The unreachable evolution every prime world or even lower ranked world craved... to transcend. To become divine.

She had never expected to reach it. The distance was too wide. Too deep. A chasm she couldn’t cross alone.

But now, as she looked at Noah, as she truly looked at this man who could twist fate, name realms...

She calmed down. She still struggled, still resisted the bond, but less than before.

She looked at Noah.

"Are you... sincere? Will you keep your word?" she asked, her voice trembling, her body wracked in pain.

Noah nodded slowly. "I always keep my word."

She hesitated. She hesitated long and hard.

But when she looked at herself, felt the damage tearing her apart, knew her destruction was only moments away... she made her choice.

She laughed softly—a hollow, bitter laugh, one full of irony and defeat.

’Weakness is truly a sin in this universe,’ she thought with a pitiful sight.

"I accept."

And the moment she said it...

CLICK—!

A sound echoed through the soul of the realm as the bond was formed. A solid, absolute connection between her and Ester.

"See? It wasn’t that hard," Noah said joyfully, raising his right hand and snapping his fingers once.

"Samsara Concept — Life Rebirth."

"White Phoenix — Ashes of the Undying."

And then...

It began.

A phenomenon so profound, so breathtaking and absurd that it shook the whole realm.

The shadow realm began to heal faster than anyone could believe. The damage done, the destruction, the wounds—it all reversed.

Shadows returned.

Life returned.

Fate returned.

The ice that Selene summoned vanished. The despair from Zara. The agony, the broken skies, the torn souls—all of it undone.

A phoenix made entirely of eternal white flame soared high into the realm, trailing ashes of rebirth behind her. Every wingbeat restored more. The ashes she left infused the realm with stronger life force. And those who were resurrected... felt no trauma.

The shadow realm, once ravaged by divine chaos, now looked better than it ever had.

The girls watched it all from afar, their lips twitching.

"I’m sure he did it on purpose," Selene muttered, shaking her head.

Luminara at her side laughing.

"My love is truly devious," Elizabeth said with a small laugh, watching how the fate threads had not only returned but looked even purer and stronger.

They all shook their heads in sync.

He really let them destroy the whole realm... just to flex by healing it instantly.

But they knew why.

This was Ester’s gift.

This was Shadeva’s home world.

Noah couldn’t let it remain broken.

But still...

"How the fuck is he so powerful that he made all our skills look like some flashy common skills?" Anya asked, dumbfounded.

Yuki smiled faintly, her gaze fixed on the glowing realm.

"Because he is..." she said softly.

"The Blasphemer of Reality."

—End of Chapter 265—