Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 455 - I know nothing.

Gaia rested cautiously atop a cluster of vibrantly colored flora within her personal domain. With her head bowed and brows knitted in deep concentration, a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts spun through her consciousness.

She understood that it was merely a matter of time before the Son of Emptiness realized the gravity of what had transpired.

Keeping him oblivious was a monumental challenge. His sheer power and instincts surpassed the Reality-rank, making him an entity that was nearly impossible to deceive.

The sole reason he remained unaware was due to Them. Only those specific beings possessed the capability to keep him sufficiently occupied, forcing him to focus on nothing but their presence.

A sudden spark of comprehension caused Gaia to tremble with realization. However, she immediately shook her head in a violent denial of the thought.

"I cannot do that," she muttered under her breath. "Taking such a path would endanger me more than anything else. Furthermore, I still lack the knowledge of why I am being targeted."

She pressed her lips into a thin, tight line.

"Is there a specific quality within me they desire? If so, what could it be? Or am I merely being hunted out of a primal, mindless hunger?"

Gaia found herself doubting the latter theory. Simple hunger could not possibly sustain such beings in a conflict against the Son of Emptiness for countless eons.

The logic simply did not hold up.

Yet, there was no path to the truth, as the Son of Emptiness steadfastly refused to disclose any details regarding his eternal struggle with them.

The Will Eternal clicked her tongue in irritation, fighting back the impulse to scream a curse.

Despite being the one under protection and the one in the crosshairs of danger, she remained completely ignorant of the underlying reasons for these events.

Historically, Gaia had never given these matters much weight. In her mind, as long as she fulfilled her duties as the Will Eternal and existed peacefully alongside her beloved creations, life was sufficient.

But the circumstances had shifted.

There was now another soul she had grown to value—a being who seemed to exist solely to generate endless complications.

While it annoyed her to no end, his existence compelled her to seek a deeper understanding of her own predicament.

Exhaling slowly through her nose, Gaia adjusted her posture and gazed at the flowers encompassing her.

"There is only one path to the truth," Gaia whispered.

The concept felt perilous. In fact, it was outright lethal.

It was a gamble so dangerous that a single misstep could lead to the total annihilation of the entire Perfected Reality alongside her.

However...

"Power begets Power," she murmured with a burgeoning smile. "And I would be a failure as a mother if I could not safeguard my own child."

With her resolve solidified, she looked up toward the heavens, observing the seven Holy Suns, the three Demonic Moons, and the myriad of living souls within them.

She established a connection with every one of them, broadcasting her intent and her desire to finally enter the fray.

They questioned her sudden change of heart.

Gaia responded by telling them that their Prince was in jeopardy.

No further inquiries followed. Instead, the mental link between Gaia and her subjects was flooded with a single, overwhelming sensation:

Grim determination.

A smirk touched Gaia’s lips as her voice rang out—melodic, yet carrying a chilling, demonic undertone.

"Shall we begin?"

In that instant, Gaia felt a profound resonance with the favorite mantra of the Son of Emptiness.

"Power begets Power."

She shook off her lingering doubts and sprang into motion; she had very little time to execute her plan.

While some entities plotted on the scale of an entire Reality, others were confined to the struggles of a lone universe.

Every being faced their own constraints, and Premier had discovered his own following the recent catastrophe involving his lineage.

Across the vast reaches of the universe, the Elysiari were permitted to grieve for the fallen Progenitor.

Everyone, that is, except Premier.

The burning, solar gaze of Soleil Octave remained fixed upon him like a predator, monitoring his every movement with a suffocating intensity.

Consequently, he was denied the luxury of tears. He could not openly mourn his father or lament the crumbling of his bloodline. To show such weakness would be a fatal mistake in front of Soleil, rendering his father’s ultimate sacrifice meaningless.

He refused to let that happen. Thus, he did the only thing possible: he forced down his sorrow and worked with tireless diligence, showing absolute obedience to Soleil.

Under the other's tutelage, he pushed his Mercy affinity to evolve at a breakneck pace. He endured the blistering temperatures of the planet Sunny with a locked jaw.

Gradually, Premier reached a point where he could survive the environment without being drenched in sweat.

He believed this progress would suffice.

However, the fact that his father had obliterated half the universe—leaving them severely crippled—had plunged Soleil into a permanent, foul rage.

Periodically, Soleil was forced to depart, engaging in skirmishes with invaders from other universes at the borders.

Each time he returned, his body was marked by fresh wounds.

This only drove him to subject Premier to even more brutal training. Soleil had abandoned his previous arrogance regarding the boy's unworthiness, seemingly realizing the folly of such pride while their universe stood on the edge of a precipice.

It appeared that impending doom had a way of clarifying one's priorities.

Yet, even this was not enough. Perhaps the situation had not yet reached its absolute breaking point.

Even now, the various Progenitors were unable to find unity, failing to cooperate even in the face of such a cataclysm.

Each seemed to be hunting for a personal advantage, something that could only be seized by acting alone.

Premier was blind to their true objectives. However, on several occasions, he had heard the furious roar of a dragon echoing throughout the cosmos.

That was yet another mystery the Firstborn of Noah could not unravel.

But all of those concerns had become irrelevant to him. Utterly meaningless.

In the wake of Noah’s passing, Premier had overlooked a critical detail. It was a lapse caused by his suppressed mourning, but a devastating one nonetheless.

It concerned Rue Octave, the man Noah had bound through the power of Causality.

With Noah deceased, the shackles of that enslavement had shattered, granting Rue the freedom to speak without fear of death.

His first action was easy to deduce by looking at Premier’s current condition.

The young man lay collapsed on a floor drenched in his own blood, his back propped against a small, glowing crimson sun. His left eye had been torn out, leaving a dark, hollow pit. His legs had been hacked off, the remaining stumps of flesh still twitching and emitting steam from the heat.

Premier’s midsection was being scorched by the constant heat of a star, while his heart was being pierced by tiny creatures forged from solar flames.

His face was a ruin of burns, reduced to a mask of gore and ash. It was a gruesome spectacle.

Standing before him, seated upon a grand throne, was Soleil Octave, the Bearer of Sun. Rue Octave stood behind the throne, hovering like a loyal pet.

"I will not tell you again, Premier!" Soleil’s voice was frigid, even as the power behind his words caused the very air to explode. "Speak! Where is the Main World of that lunatic, Laeh?"

His solar eyes began to whirl with a manic, heated fury. "And where have Justicia and Apollonia of BrightSky hidden themselves?"

Rue Octave possessed very little information.

Only Premier held the key to finding his cousin and the traitor—assuming they were even still among the living. But even if they were dead, Soleil craved the coordinates to Noah’s primary world.

He wasn't the only one; many others were desperate to claim the inheritance of the man who had managed to slay a Progenitor through sheer merit.

On the surface, it seemed straightforward. But those who understood the true nature of the Progenitors knew such a feat should have been impossible. Thus, they lusted after the legacy of the one they called the Madman.

Despite the interrogation, Premier gave the same response he had offered since the torture commenced.

"I-I am Premier Vaelgrim of Laeh, the Firstborn of Noah Vaelgrim." He gasped for air, blood seeping from his pores only to be instantly vaporized by the heat.

"And I know nothing," he whispered feebly. "I know nothing." He paused, locking his one remaining eye onto Soleil, and coughed up a mixture of blood and ruined organs.

"I know nothing."