Noah lay alone in his room, staring blankly at the ceiling from his bed.

Today had been hectic—starting with a meeting with the Dean, who is now his new master, attending class, coercing a demon into signing a slave contract, sending letters, and…

…comforting Sophie, his dear wife.

His mind and body were drained. He didn’t show it, but juggling so many responsibilities at once took its toll.

Fighting against someone chosen by the world itself—now that was exhausting.

Noah understood it clearly. Beating Elijah wasn’t just about defeating one man.

No.

He had to overcome the very goddess backing him.

A mortal challenging a god.

Even Noah knew how hopeless that sounded.

“Ah…” he sighed, tiredly.

But he had no choice.

The goddess couldn’t intervene directly—and she clearly wasn’t omniscient. If she were, she would’ve sensed Leona, a demon standing right beside her chosen.

That meant her influence was limited—she could only act when a major threat emerged. A threat to her champion.

And do you know what they say ?

If your enemy is divine, find where she cannot look.

“This gives me some leeway,” he muttered. “Room to move.”

But it still wasn’t enough.

“I need to share more… seduce more. Damn this system for putting me in this position. Seventy percent affection? That’s not easy.”

He needed an edge. Something unique. Not something given—something created.

Just like Sophie had developed her red lightning.

“I’ll do the same—but better.”

He sat up slightly.

“System, can my talent Ultimate Fusion fuse even titles?”

“And can I share the titles of the women I’m bonded with?”

[You can fuse titles—but not yet. To fuse and share titles, you must reach SS rank. At that point, the system will evolve.]

Noah raised an eyebrow. “I know S rank is when you awaken intent by evolving your aura to warp reality… but what about SS rank?”

[In SS rank, you must understand—or rather, create—a concept.]

[For example, someone with sword intent might develop the Concept of the Absolute Sword—a blade that never misses. Or someone with fire intent might forge the Concept of Eternal Flame—a fire that never dies.]

“A… concept?” Noah whispered, his thoughts drifting to his auras.

He’d have to evolve them—each one—and then create concepts for all?

“No. Fuck no.”

He shook his head. Even creating concepts for just his Ice and Lightning auras sounded absurd, let alone Samsara, or even limitless.

Hell no.

“I’ll accumulate achievements instead. Let the Akashic Records offer me options. That’s easier… for now.”

“I just need to do something crazy enough…”

And what’s crazier than a mortal planning to defy a god?

“System, show me my new title.”

[The Loving Husband: Your love transcends space and time. You will instinctively sense when your partner is in danger and instantly teleport to them—no matter the restrictions.

If your love deepens further, you will be bound even in death, reincarnating together until the end of time.]

“…Wow,” Noah breathed. “Didn’t think it’d be this useful.”

Teleporting to his wives when they’re in danger—instantly, without restriction?

That was incredible.

He didn’t have to worry constantly. He knew his girls would run into trouble eventually. That was life. They were their own people with dreams and challenges.

But now, if anything ever got too dangerous—he’d be there.

“Perfect,” Noah grinned. Titles were really convenient.

Now he just needed to accelerate things.

Anya. Elizabeth. Aphasia. Yuki. And the second-years—he couldn’t forget them.

He needed them all.

And he had to form an elite group—one that would constantly interfere with Elijah.

Can’t let that guy in peace right?

His mind raced with plans until—

A white circle formed beneath him.

“W-what?”

In a flash, he vanished—reappearing in a pristine white realm.

Before him stood Elira, arms crossed.

“Did you forget we’re training tonight?”

Noah blinked. “I thought we started tomorrow…”

“There’s no time to waste. Get up.”

He groaned but forced himself to his feet, exhaustion weighing him down.

Elira studied him, noting his state.

“And, dear disciple—next time you tell a demon to drop her disguise, make sure to seal the area properly. That dark aura of theirs is easy to detect by stronger beings.”

Noah’s eyes widened. “You… knew?”

“Not that she’s a spy—just that something was off, after all you asked me a SSS rank soul contract. So I was watching you. You’re bold, I’ll give you that.”

She smirked. “I’m liking you more and more.”

Noah relaxed a little. “You’re not going to do anything to her?”

“No. She’s your slave, isn’t she? And you clearly need her. I’ll leave her to you.”

He smiled softly. “I appreciate it, Master.”

“Can I ask one more thing?”

“Go on.”

“Separate Elizabeth from Elijah. Make sure they’re never in the same group for missions or anything else.”

Elira raised an eyebrow. “You’re serious about going against him?”

“You realize doing that means you’re not just opposing him… right?”

Noah’s gaze hardened. No fear. No doubt.

He’d decided this the moment he arrived in this world.

He would steal Elijah’s harem.

Rewrite destiny itself.

And if doing that meant standing against the whole world…

Then so be it.

He would succeed—or die trying.

No in-between.

“Yes.”

His voice was calm. Unshakable.

Elira stared into his silver eyes, her pure white ones glowing faintly.

The contrast was striking.

Then, she smiled.

[Elira’s affection for you has reached 50%.]

“Then, as your master, I’ll support you.”

“Separating those two will be a pain—especially since the current Saintess of the Church is difficult to deal with. But I’ll manage. For you.”

“Thank you, Master,” Noah beamed.

“Now,” she said, eyes sharpening, “let’s get serious.”

“If you want to be my heir, you must learn my skills. And for that, you need an affinity.”

“Do you know what my specialty is?”

Noah tilted his head, almost innocently. “No.”

Elira smiled.

“Soul.”

“You’ll learn to sense it. Touch it. Control it.”

“To manipulate the soul itself—and more.”

She raised her hand, and a small white stone materialized in her palm.

Noah’s eyes widened. Soul magic was practically unheard of.

“Aren’t you a space specialist?” he asked.

“I am,” she said with a mysterious smile. “Thanks to a soul that resides within me—an old monster who mastered space.”

A voice echoed in her mind: ‘Old monster?! You ungrateful brat—show some respect!’

Elira ignored it.

Noah frowned, puzzled. “A soul… within you?”

She didn’t elaborate.

Instead, she held out the stone.

“This will awaken your soul affinity. The rank you receive is random, but I hope you get at least an S. That’s the minimum required to learn from me.”

“Understood?”

Noah nodded.

“Then take it—and awaken your affinity.”

“Become my official heir.”

“And show me your are worthy of a throne greater than the empire’s—the throne of souls.”

—End of Chapter 52—

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