MTLNOVEL Chapter 269: Lustful
Nixie looked at Noah weirdly.
"What do you mean?" she asked, then clarified almost instantly, "What makes you believe I can talk with him?" Her head tilted, eyes questioning, yet there was a trace of something deeper—resentment, maybe?
Noah raised an eyebrow at this unexpected response. "Aren't you the will of the only shadow realm in this universe?" he asked, voice casual but eyes watching, cutting. "Don't you have some kind of privilege? Like a very close relationship with Shadow, for example?"
But Nixie just stared at him—like she was genuinely wondering if something was loose in his brain.
"You don't?" Noah's voice changed slightly, a bit of amusement curling around it. "Your life sucks, Nixie. Even with all your status, you can't even enjoy some privileges?" He looked at her the way someone might look at a wealthy princess locked in a golden cage — rich in title but poor in substance.
That look offended her more than the words. She immediately got defensive, her pride scratched raw.
"Do you think it's easy to make him talk to you? Then try it, you'll see!" she snapped, bitter, sharp, her voice laced with frustration and something else, something that sounded a lot like humiliation.
Because the truth was…she had tried. So many damn times. But every time, she had received only silence, only cold indifference. Shadow had never acknowledged her, never even once, and she began to wonder, long ago, if she simply wasn't worthy.
So when Noah came in, acting like it was easy—like it was possible—she couldn't help but feel bitter, couldn't help but feel angry at herself, at him, at everything.
But in her moment of wounded pride, she made a mistake. She challenged the wrong man.
Noah smiled.
"Let's say I succeed in making him talk to me," he said softly, his words slow and precise, like a blade being unsheathed. "What would I gain from that?"
And before she could answer, he lifted a finger, eyes narrowing.
"Before you say anything else, let me remind you—you belong to us already. So you better be creative with what you're betting on this."
He paused, let it simmer, then smiled even wider.
"And to motivate you more…if by miracle you win…"
He dragged the moment out—his voice calm, almost gentle.
"…I will give you back your freedom. And I'll still do my absolute best to make you a divine realm."
And that was it. He didn't need to say anything else.
He had her.
"ALL!" Nixie blurted out, her body tensing, her tone desperate. "I will give you all of me—I'll be cooperative, I'll do whatever you want with all my best, I'll help you in all your conquest, I'll even actively help you reach Law Creator rank—everything, just ask and I'll give it." Her breathing ragged, voice trembling, disbelief and hope crashing together like waves inside her chest.
She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe she had a real chance at freedom. And so, she proposed everything—offered everything—because that was the only thing she could do.
And Noah? He just kept smiling.
He honestly wondered how someone like her could be the will of a prime world.
She was so…naïve.
What made her think Noah couldn't summon Shadow? What made her believe someone like him, someone who could even speak with the Records, couldn't reach the one she never could?
What a foolish will.
But Noah liked foolish people. They were always so easy to manipulate, so easy to control, so easy to bleed dry for all they're worth.
"Perfect," he said. "I just needed some information about exotic materials in the universe and where to find them."
He smiled. Then he moved.
He closed his eyes, delving deeper into the fabric of himself, into his titles, into the strange, growing list of divinities that clung to his soul like burning tattoos.
Nixie stood at the side, staring nervously, praying to any divine being she could think of, just hoping, desperately, that Noah would fail.
But Noah wasn't done.
His body began to shift, his skin melting into itself, liquefying, warping as it became shadow.
But it wasn't black.
It was white.
Pure. Pristine. White.
A shadow…that was not a shadow.
It was eerie. Unnatural. Almost offensive to the laws of existence.
But at the same time…it was mesmerizing.
Because never before had such a thing been seen. Never before had a shadow like this existed.
And when you become something like that, something that breaks all rules, then the world either rejects you violently or bows in worship.
Guess which one Noah received?
Worship.
Every shadow in the realm shot toward him with speeds beyond comprehension, flooding the area like rivers of black water pulled by divine gravity. They surrounded him, formed a circle, but none dared touch him. Not a single one.
They trembled in reverence.
Even Nixie.
She was made of shadow herself. And yet her knees shook. She clenched her fists, resisting the strange, humiliating urge to approach him and taste his skin, to beg for a taste of the divine white seed that seemed to call her soul toward it like a siren.
Yes.
Lustful.
That was the word.
What a lustful will.
But Noah didn't do this for them.
He did it to call forth something bigger—something greater.
Shadow.
And yet…nothing.
Shadow didn't respond.
Even if Noah could feel something watching him, something ancient, something unfamiliar, it didn't move. It didn't speak. It didn't reveal itself.
'So it's not enough to make you come out, huh?' Noah thought, amused.
So he tried something else.
His voice, echoed through the strange space, rich with obscene undertone.
"Come on, come meet your soon-to-be son-in-law," he said. "Don't you want to see how worthy I am to her?"
Still nothing.
No reaction.
He chuckled.
"Okay, maybe you need me to go after Ebony and Sylphira too, then with the three of them, I will—"
BOOOOM!!
The moment he said it, shadows burst like a storm around him, wrapping him in an instant, devouring him completely—and just like that, he vanished.
He was teleported.
And left behind was Nixie—frozen, stunned, trembling.
"I… I lost?" she whispered, voice numb and empty.
Well…Guess?
…
Noah opened his eyes in a place that didn't look like anything.
No, that wasn't right—it felt like a place, but it also felt…alive.
The space pulsed. Moved. Like he had been swallowed by a living beast and was now standing inside its belly, surrounded by walls of shifting matter that throbbed and breathed and stared without eyes.
He couldn't describe it. There was no word for it. No logic. Just…shadow. Ancient, infinite shadow. It drenched the air, drowned the senses, soaked the space in something that didn't even feel like mana or aura.
It was older.
It was deeper.
And in all that vast, devouring darkness….there was one thing.
One being.
A man with the most ordinary appearance in existence.
Jet black hair. Plain black eyes. Pale white skin. Black shirt. Black pants. Barefoot. Cross-legged on a black rock, resting there like this was nothing special.
But it was.
Because his presence… was not ordinary.
Not even close.
The man stared at Noah's white shadow form for a while—silent, unreadable—then finally spoke.
"You wanted to talk to me," he said calmly. Then, a pause. A shift.
"But before all that… tell me…what were you going to do to my daughters again, Noah Vaelgrim?"
—End of Chapter 269—
A/N:
Soon the end of this month. Make me acheive and surpass 600 golden tickets, will you?
Thanks for being still here.
That's quite a lot of chapters.