Chapter 165 – After The Long Night
The night finally ended.
It had been long—so damn long—but necessary. Noah had wanted to give each of his won their own first ti, their mont alone with him.
Still, as he lay on his bed now, staring at the ceiling with a lazy grin, one thought crossed his mind.
"Well, not that I’m against doing it like that again, but..." He smirked. "Next ti, a group session might be more fun."
His voice carried exhaustion. He was still powerful—far beyond any normal man—but he hadn’t reached that level yet. That true peak. That state where he’d beco truly limitless.
And he knew why.
"I need the Origin of Limitless... and I need to fuse with it to be one with limitless."
The thought wasn’t new, but it hit harder now. He could feel the gap between his current strength and that absurd final state widening. And finding that Origin? Yeah.
"Easier said than done..."
He let out a tired sigh.
But before any of that—before chasing the impossible—he had sothing more urgent to deal with.
He had to protect his world.
Elijah. And those two other so-called champions.
They were coming.
And Noah wasn’t going to let them do whatever they want to this world.
Honestly? It wouldn’t be too difficult. His group was absurd now, and his own power? Far beyond anything normal. But still...
Knowledge was power. And right now, he didn’t have enough of it.
Elijah was known. Obvious. But the other two? Unknowns, their power still mystery. And the Goddess? Laeh had warned him—she was obsessed with Elijah. Noah doubted she’d let her champion face him without help.
But that wasn’t his concern.
Because when you possess absolute power, information becos irrelevant. You don’t need to know—because nothing can stop you anyway.
That’s what Noah had always chased. Power so overwhelming that nothing else mattered.
But now?
Now, he wasn’t alone.
He had people to protect. Won who loved him. A world that was becoming his responsibility.
That changed things.
"I guess it’s ti to contact her," he muttered, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"I hope she’s okay... and that no one suspects her."
He closed his eyes. Tomorrow, he’d handle a few loose ends. Then he’d vanish—into isolation.
Five years.
Five years to train, evolve, and prepare.
Then...
"We’ll finally settle this, Elijah."
His grin widened. He was excited. Genuinely. And hopefully, Elijah wouldn’t disappoint.
He wanted a fight. A real one.
But just as he was about to drift off—
Tok Tok.
A knock. Then the door creaked open.
Of course. It was the won.
Noah opened his eyes slowly. "What’s going on?"
Selene stepped in with a smirk. "Well, we found ourselves a little... lonely."
Elizabeth nodded beside her, arms crossed smugly. "So I suggested: Why not sleep with Noah?"
Zara—flushed red, her mind clearly wandering back to their ti together—added shyly, "I want to sleep beside you too..."
One after another, the won entered, each voicing their desire to lie next to him. Not even for sex this ti. Just closeness.
Noah blinked, then smiled.
A warm, deep smile.
"You can all co," he said softly.
The girls blinked, stunned.
"...He’s not fair."
"He’s seriously more beautiful than . Can you believe that?"
"I do believe it. I’m looking at him right now after all."
They all muttered, jealousy in their tones but affection in their eyes.
Noah sighed internally. Being too beautiful is such a burden...
Indeed, that’s sothing I can vouch for.
...yes, that’s a lie.
...
Morning ca.
Noah and his won were seated around the long dining table, eating peacefully. No thrones. No set positions. Just a family.
Today, it was Yuki and Ester who sat beside Noah, having gotten up early enough to claim the pri spots. Their smug faces earned a few playful glares from the others.
Elizabeth was the first to bring up business.
"What do you want to do with Christelle?"
Noah raised an eyebrow.
Elijah’s mother.
From what he’d heard, she was a hot ss of beauty, and—oh, well—uncontrolled lust.
He chuckled to himself. ’Did you really kill my predecessor just for pointing out the obvious?’
He really couldn’t believe it.
He shook his head. "I’ll et her and see. But... do any of you have a suggestion?"
Elizabeth answered without blinking. "You could just kill her."
No hesitation. Just cold efficiency.
Yuki added, "Or take her as a hostage. She’s valuable. Elijah might lose composure."
Then Dominique leaned forward, her grin wicked. "Or... make her your slave."
The room fell silent.
Eyes turned to her. The expressions said it all: Of course it’s Dominique.
She shrugged. "Don’t look at like that. I didn’t an it purely in a lewd way. But think about it... humiliating Elijah by making his own mother submit to you—willingly—is...poetic."
"Imagine it," she continued. "Not by force. But by seduction. By desire. Make her beg for it."
Even Selene, normally the most moral of the group, didn’t speak against it.
Instead, a smirk tugged at her lips.
"...For once, you made a good point," Neko said, raising an eyebrow.
"I always make good points," Dominique shot back.
Neko rolled her eyes. ’Horny bitch,’ she muttered internally.
But truth be told... she was intrigued.
Maybe a little too intrigued.
Noah, watching them, nodded. "Then it’s settled. We’ll make her a slave."
The room buzzed with twisted approval.
Then Noah turned to Elira and Zara.
"I’ll count on you two for Alice. Elira, purify her bloodline. Zara, you know what to do."
Both nodded.
Then to Elizabeth and Sophie: "Take the human throne. Make Sophie Empress. Officially."
He looked at Dominique. "Go see your mother. Prepare yourself. You can enter my realm anyti. And tell her—she’s next."
His eyes moved to the shadows. "Shadeva, you’re watching over Premier, right?"
"Yes." Shadeva responded softly.
A chuckle followed.
"Keep at it. The kid’s in his rebellious phase."
Then—
CLAP!
"Alright! Everyone has sothing to do. If I didn’t ntion you—just keep training or working on your thing."
"And ? I’m heading out."
"It’s ti to welco our beautiful black skinned elf."
He smiled.
"Let’s get this done, shall we?"
—End of Chapter 165—
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