MTLNOVEL Chapter 270: ME?!
Noah didn't respond at first.
Instead, he reverted back into his human form—his silver hair majestic, cascading like a stream of starlight, while his white runic eyes glowed faintly, as if they were carved with all the known and unknown concepts of this vast universe.
Once fully formed, he raised his gaze and looked directly at the being he believed to be Shadow, offering a slow, knowing smile.
"I'm honored that you know my name. But I think you're misunderstanding something, dear father-in-law."
"I simply wanted to say that I'll take good care of Ebony and Sylphira… as their big brother figure, of course," he added, nodding to himself with false humility, utterly satisfied with the nonsense he just uttered.
Shadow didn't flinch. His expression didn't shift, but his eyes—his eyes spoke clearly. They said: I don't believe a single word that came out of your mouth.
"I've observed you long enough, Noah Vaelgrim," he said calmly, with a tone that carried weight only ancient beings could truly wield.
Noah's response came with that same annoying ease, "Then I bet you've only heard good things about me, right? Come on, admit it—you're impressed. I mean, you must be thrilled I'm your son-in-law."
Shadow's stare lingered for a second too long, and then… he chuckled, softly. Amused.
Because never, never in all his existence, did he think he would meet someone not even at the Law Creator rank who dared to speak to him like this. And yet, he wasn't surprised.
He knew who this man was.
The Third Abomination.
One of The Records' favorites.
'And none of them are normal…' Shadow sighed inwardly, remembering the other two.
The battle-hungry lunatic that made every fight a celebration of carnage.
The bookworm—calm and kind, until someone touched her books, and then she was worse than a demon god.
'And now this one. This smiling bastard.'
Troublemakers, all of them. Each worse than the last.
And the worst part?
They couldn't be ignored.
It wasn't that Shadow or his kind feared them—no, never that. But beings like this, who could potentially grow to surpass even ancient Wills… it was simply smarter not to provoke them unnecessarily.
So, he breathed out slowly, not that he needed to, and let his gaze return to Noah.
These thoughts, by the way, all passed through his mind in less than a nanosecond, even less. That's how fast entities like him processed.
"I've heard many questionable things about you," Shadow said flatly. "Especially the fact you enjoy collecting women and… practice incest."
Noah immediately recoiled in exaggerated offense, his eyes wide, finger raised like a righteous preacher.
"Me?! That's slander. I assure you, I never sought incest! They found me! How is that my fault?"
He sounded genuinely hurt.
Shadow didn't blink.
He just watched him for a long, quiet moment before sighing.
"Enough of this useless chat. Tell me what you really want," he said and instantly, the air around them shifted, the light tone vanishing like smoke in wind, replaced by something denser, heavier, more serious.
Noah tilted his head slightly.
"I didn't know talking about your daughters' future… no, let me rephrase—possible romantic relations—was considered a useless chat but oh well…"
And just like that, everything about him changed.
His posture. His presence. His aura.
A divine pressure swept outward.
It wasn't oppressive or violent. It was something else—something that twisted the very logic of space around him.
Because this wasn't Noah Vaelgrim, The Loving Husband standing here anymore.
This was Noah Vaelgrim, The Blasphemer of Reality.
He smiled. Quietly. Confidently.
"Let's get serious, shall we?" he said, his voice calm, yet steeped in cosmic arrogance.
"I heard you possess two origins—Shadow and Formlessness."
His smile widened, but it was polite now. Almost humble, if you didn't know any better.
"Do you still need them? If not… can I have them, Father-in-law?"
…
While Noah negotiated with Shadow itself, deep inside him—in the world of Laeh—things were happening.
Or rather, not happening.
And that's exactly the problem.
Elizabeth's Fate Domain – Church of The Absolute Deity
Solaris sat in her study, a divine chamber carved from threads of fate, eyes fixed on a document reporting a sharp rise in believers across several worlds.
She was now an Elysiari of Fate, one of Elizabeth's chosen. And with that role came changes, her hair now a cascade of silver strands, though her golden eyes remained unchanged, still burning with the same fiery dignity.
She continued her work for a while before stopping—not from fatigue, but simply because she didn't want to go on.
She looked up.
And in front of her, engraved into a divine stone that glowed with every shade of creation, was his image.
Noah.
A statue not of marble, nor crystal, but a stone that existed only within Laeh.
They called it the Stone of the Absolute.
Laeh herself named it, claiming no other material could withstand the weight of Noah's image.
A bizarre justification, but a true one—only this stone could reflect him without cracking.
Still, Solaris didn't care about the stone.
She cared about the man it captured.
'Did I make a mistake?' she wondered, her heart tightening.
When Emily and even Red threw themselves after Noah's affection, Solaris stayed still. Not because she lacked desire—no, she burned with it.
But because she was waiting.
Waiting for Noah to make the first move. Just one step. Just one glance. One spark.
And she would've leapt into his arms, begging to be loved, to be taken, to be claimed.
Because that was her style. That was her principle.
The man moves first.
And she was convinced, utterly convinced, that a man as lustful and bold as Noah would come for her.
But he never did.
In fact, she couldn't even remember the last time she saw him.
And slowly, painfully… she realized something.
She was wrong.
Because the Noah of today no longer took the first step. He no longer needed to.
Why would he? Women came to him like moths to a divine flame. One by one. Every new one, stepping first.
But Solaris? She was part of the old guard.
A woman of pride. A woman of tradition who believe it's the duty of a man to make the first move.
And now… she was just another Elysari. Under Elizabeth. Alone. Managing her church.
Regret welled up.
'I don't want to live like this. Not like this. I need to act… I have to.'
She rose from her chair and stepped toward the statue. Slowly. Her fingers trembled as they brushed against the carved lines of his face.
Her voice trembled too.
"I can't live this life without being yours, Noah Vaelgrim…"
"I can't. So please… don't… don't reject me."
Because she knew. She knew she wasn't the most special woman around him.
And that thought gnawed at her.
But even so… she was determined.
If she couldn't be his wife…
Then she would be his maid.
That was her resolve.
And you know what they say…
If a woman is determined to have you… then, my boy, she will.
They are cunning. They are relentless. And when they crave something… they get it.
So, for your own sake…
Be careful what you make a woman crave.
Okay?
—End of Chapter 270—