Chapter 272 – My dear System
[It’s possible, but it’s very tricky, Host.]
[And even if you succeed in sharing the power, it won’t be at the same level.]
’Meaning?’ Noah asked.
[The origins are basically the source of their power. If you take them and give them to your wives, then they will become the source of power of your wives.]
[But since they are the personifications of these concepts, they won’t die. They will still exist—but if they want to use their power, they will have no choice but to bow down to your wives.]
[That, too, can be resolved. You just need to make your wives give back authority over the power they hold. It’ll be like a god and its angel—same power, but the angel cannot use it to harm the god who granted it.]
Noah frowned slightly.
He was happy to know there was a way to make them remain free, but not only would their power be less than before, it would also mean they’d be under the rule of girls who were barely past a few hundred years old?
Yes, that’s something most of these ancient beings wouldn’t even consider for a second.
’Ah fuck, being weaker is so bothersome,’ Noah lamented, the weight of limitation settling on his thoughts for a moment.
But the system, as always, interrupted with perfect timing.
[This power can grow.]
[If one of your wives holds control over a concept, they can evolve it further. They are not shackled like these Wills who only know one thing—one concept, one domain, and nothing else.]
[But Host you must already understand that to evolve past certain barriers, certain thresholds, they need the combination of multiple other concepts as knowledge, as reference, as scaffolding to push their own concept further.]
[Wills cannot do that. Even if they know it’s possible, they cannot accomplish it. That is their very nature.]
[So it’s not as hopeless as you think. Because sometimes...some Wills are willing to relinquish full authority just to see how far their concept can grow.]
[Give them a worthy candidate...and most of them will accept.]
The system explained with calm clarity, its voice like a guide pulling Noah away from the edge of unnecessary doubt, showing him once again that the answer, though heavy, was there all along.
And Noah smiled.
’Tell me, without you, my dear, what could I have even become?’ he asked playfully, but beneath the teasing tone lay a heavy, sincere undertone of gratitude.
He expected many responses, but what came next...
[There is no need to imagine a reality where we are not together, Host. Because there are none.]
[We are fated. I was meant to be yours, and you...you were meant to be my one and only Host.]
[All these powers are yours. I...am yours.]
Noah’s smile widened—and it wasn’t his usual smile filled with cunning or mischief or quiet calculation.
It was purer, quieter, deeper. So much that even Shadow, who had been silently watching him all this time, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
Because what he saw in Noah’s face now...was joy. Real, undeniable, soul-deep joy.
And curiosity sparked in him.
"What—!"
"Ah... truly, I wouldn’t be worthy of all this if I didn’t show my gratitude properly, right?" Noah said suddenly, cutting Shadow off without care, his voice bright with emotion, his heart heavy with purpose.
Because after what his system just told him, Noah felt shaken and from that quake came clarity.
A flash of inspiration.
A ripple of power that made him smile—and oh, what a smile that was.
Not a grin. Not a smirk. But a smile so full of layered meaning that no words could do it justice.
Still, the system understood. Instinctively, wordlessly.
But even then, Noah wanted to do more.
’I have the ability to name...anything,’ he remembered.
If he could name a realm, why not his system?
"Epithet," Noah said.
And the world stilled.
The shadows stopped moving—not out of fear, but as if they simply no longer could. Moving in that moment would have been a defilement.
Space locked in place. Time held its breath and vanished into the background. The threads of fate, destiny, and causality themselves tried to retreat, tried to pull away from this man but they were too late.
Because Noah’s next words bound them.
"My dear... your name shall be, The Fated One," he whispered, and into those words he poured everything—his authority, his emotions, his past, his future, and the very core of who he was.
The threads trembled, pulled together by force, by command, by something divine and beyond reason. And if your eyes had been special—truly special—you might have seen how they twisted and spiraled and wove together, not as strands, but as an act of creation.
An act of blasphemy.
Because Noah didn’t just speak a name. He created a new concept without even knowing.
A new thread was created by the fusion of the three. A thread that was not just fate, not just destiny, not just causality—but something beyond all three.
A singular thread.
Outwardly silver, but inside—if you looked deep—you’d see the colors and textures of three truths: threads that danced and weaved inside it, existing and not existing at once.
And the moment it came to be...Shadow’s realm trembled.
Not from reverence, but from horror.
As if it knew something impossible had just been born.
The thread began to circle around Noah like a newborn around its parent—curious, sacred, intimate—before slowly, reverently, entering his body.
It traveled through him until it reached the system’s core.
And if you remembered correctly, the system’s appearance was just a rock buried deep inside an ocean.
And so, the moment the thread touched the rock, the stone changed.
Its rocky texture disappeared, and in its place...
A woman emerged.
A woman born of that one thread.
And at that moment, Noah knew.
Without anyone telling him, without needing a hint, he knew.
It was whispered into his soul by a voice older than existence.
He raised his head toward the sky, his white runic eyes glowing with threads swirling inside them like stars in a forgotten cosmos, and he smiled.
Shadow looked at him with silent horror, as if staring at a being that should not exist, could not exist, and yet did.
’How...? What is this...?’
He wondered.
But Noah wasn’t focused on him anymore. He opened his mouth and spoke.
A name.
Not just for the thread but for the system as well.
"Providence."
And when that word left his lips...
Reality trembled.
Not from fear.
But from awe.
—End of Chapter 272—