Chapter 222 – Six Years Later
Three years had passed inside the Shadow Realm, but within Noah’s world—Laeh—six full years had gone by.
The ti differential wasn’t linear, but that was to be expected. The Shadow Realm operated on its own laws, and so did ti itself.
But six years... six years of developnt, of evolution, of relentless improvent—was enough to push even a fragile, unstable world onto the path of greatness.
Especially when the ones guiding it were people blessed with unmatched leadership and terrifying talent.
Everything had changed.
And changed dramatically.
The Laeh of now was nothing like the Laeh of six years ago. Not even close. But before we speak of the land itself, let’s talk about what truly made up a world.
The people.
To say the population had changed would be a gross understatent. In the first two years, tension between races still existed—but it gradually vanished. The reason?
Elizabeth.
And the Church of the Absolute Deity.
It was fascinating to witness the transformation that occurred when people surrendered themselves entirely to a higher power. Because by surrendering, they also relinquished their right to question, to think beyond the narrow frawork imposed on them—and in doing so, they beca predictable.
Controllable.
That’s what Elizabeth understood.
And that’s what she enforced—by establishing an absolute rule: no fighting between races. Follow the directives. Obey the Church. Or face the consequences.
Rarely did anyone rebel.
Because they knew.
Because they saw with their own eyes.
Because He was real.
And there’s a world of difference between worshiping a distant concept... and worshiping soone you could actually see. Soone you could touch, speak with, fear, love, or even kneel before.
It made their faith stronger—anchored in reality—and thus, they obeyed with devotion.
Because they didn’t want to provoke Him or rather...Them.
The Vaelgrims.
And not just Noah, but his won as well. Worshiped as divinities in their own right.
The Silver Goddesses—as the masses had co to call them.
And among them, none stood more revered than the mother of the Absolute Deity himself.
Selene Weaverheart Vaelgrim.
Also known as the Frost Silver Goddess... or, simply, The Mother of Frost.
She, along with the others, had begun transforming mortals into their own lineages of Elysiari after the third year.
Now, inside Laeh, it was rare to find anyone not an Elysiari. And those who weren’t? They either lacked the worth—or the obedience—to receive such a gift.
After all, even in a world shaped by absolute control, there would always be dissenters. Rebels. Or simply the reclusive, who chose isolation over submission.
But for the rest?
The distinctions between humans, beasts, and other races had completely dissolved.
In their place, a new structure had ford—domains spread across Laeh, each ruled by one of Noah’s wives, each domain aligned with a distinct branch of Elysiari.
And those very sa wives...
Worshipped by the masses for their grace, divinity, and holiness.
They scread each night in ecstasy.
Begging to be dominated, to be taken, to be loved—broken and remade by the hands of the man they all adored.
Noah.
Each night they surrendered. And each morning, they rose again to resu their sacred duties as the heads of their respective branches.
Curious, isn’t it?
And that begs the question—
What had the Vaelgrims beco after six years?
...
On the floating island where the White Castle stood—inside one of its grand chambers—a young man with flowing silver hair and runic white eyes stood before a mirror. He looked no older than twenty-six, with a gaze filled with calm curiosity.
"Hm... I think it wouldn’t be too bad if I let my beard grow," Noah murmured as he examined his reflection.
As he spoke, lotuses of different hues blood behind him, swirling in the air before solidifying into the forms of his personal maids.
Leona. Nephis. Katy. Morgan. Sonomi.
"You can do so, Master—it will suit you very much!" Nephis chirped with her usual excitent.
Leona nodded beside her. "Yes, Master. There’s nothing in this world that doesn’t suit you."
Katy, Sonomi, and Morgan exchanged glances with mild irritation.
’Damn simps,’ the three thought in perfect harmony.
Noah chuckled and addressed them.
"What about you three? Would it suit ?" he asked, still facing the mirror, smiling lightly.
"I think without beard suits you more, Master. Beard makes you look older. And I prefer being fucked by soone who looks young," Katy said with a lustful smile, completely unbothered.
No one even blinked.
They were used to it by now.
Sonomi stepped forward, her voice dreamy.
"But it would suit you, Master. A beard gives a man a particular charm. I can already imagine the combo—moustache and goatee... ahhh..." Her eyes glazed over with fantasy.
"It would suit you so much," she finished, voice almost a whisper.
Finally, Morgan spoke.
"I don’t care, Master. As long as I can suck your blood through your dick, it doesn’t matter to ."
Her red eyes glowed brighter as they stared shalessly at his pants.
The other maids all rolled their eyes.
"Blood is all she thinks about," Nephis muttered in disgust.
"Indeed. Such an uncivilized person," Leona added, still refusing to even look at Morgan—as if doing so would infect her with stupidity.
Katy and Sonomi just smiled wryly, choosing not to chi in.
"Hahahaha!" Noah laughed heartily, entertained by their banter.
He looked at the mirror one last ti and cleanly shaved the budding beard in a single motion.
"I’ll shave it," he said with a small smile.
Then turned to Sonomi.
"But I can be whatever you want to be once the night cos."
Sonomi’s eyes lit up instantly, and she nodded with a soft, bashful smile.
Noah scanned them all and smiled in quiet pride.
Every single one of his maids had now beco Elysiari—and not just any Elysiari, but the first of their kind.
They had been worthy.
All of them had reached full affection. Full loyalty.
And he had rewarded them.
Leona was now the Elysiari of Hybrids—those she transford would beco a mixture of multiple races, selected at will. Her silver hair and dragonic demon-slit eyes marked her lineage.
Nephis was the Elysiari of Constellations—silver hair, starlit eyes swirling with cosmic grace.
Katy had beco the Elysiari of Serpents—silver hair and venomous green reptilian eyes.
Sonomi had beco the Elysiari of Wood—silver hair with softly glowing wooden eyes, serene and regal.
Morgan... the Elysiari of Blood—silver hair, crimson irises, and an aura of seductive danger.
They had changed. And they had embraced their roles fully.
Noah smiled once more, turning his back to the mirror.
"Let’s go et my dear wives."
He smirked.
"Ti to prepare for our battle against the Originals."
Because now—
Now, he was ready.
—End of Chapter 222—
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