Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 456 Threat

"I am unaware of anything."

Premier’s speech was faint, dangerously so. It was the sound of a man dangling over the precipice of the abyss, struggling desperately to maintain his grip on the world of the living.

His words held a kernel of reality.

At any second, Premier could succumb to death and drift into the Spirit World. However, even that escape seemed like a distant dream while facing the entity before him.

"I understand, Premier," Soleil remarked, his gaze dripping with contempt. "Is this your final act of defiance? The secret you would embrace death to protect?" Premier remained silent. His singular eye blazed with fierce resolve, even as a profound weariness flickered deep within his gaze.

His pupil was gradually turning white, a sign that Soleil’s power was taking hold.

Blindness was inevitable and fast approaching.

That was, of course, assuming the Bearer of Sun didn't lose his temper and pluck the eye out beforehand.

"S-So you realize it," Premier wheezed, spitting once more. "You know I won’t reveal a thing. You have subjected me to countless sessions of torture. It won't change the fact that I don't know. I—!"

He cut himself off, flinching as the phantom beasts devouring his heart intensified their feast.

He gasped for air, but the choice was a mistake; the searing atmosphere rushed down his throat, incinerating his internal organs.

His eye dilated and his throat emitted a pained gurgle as his insides began to boil like water over a raging furnace.

With what little strength remained, Premier looked down to see a section of his form already reduced to drifting cinders.

A jolt of pure terror struck his soul. Premier had to clamp down on his mangled lips to keep from sobbing and begging for an end to the agony.

But his physical form failed him.

He was trembling uncontrollably, like a lone leaf caught in a gale.

"You seem to be under a misconception, Premier," Soleil’s voice resonated through the space.

With great effort, the Firstborn of Noah raised his head to face his tormentor. It was a choice he regretted instantly.

His remaining eye caught fire immediately, and Premier let out a scream of shattering pain.

Soleil’s entire figure was now shrouded in brilliant solar flames, causing the Sunny World to tremble and warp as if its creator intended to burn the realm to the ground.

Soleil no longer possessed human eyes; in their place were literal stars that radiated more heat and light than the sun above Premier’s chains.

Rue Octave stumbled backward, his heart hammering against his ribs so violently that he found it difficult to draw breath.

"If you believe that death will claim you," Soleil went on, "then your naivety is almost endearing, boy."

"I shall keep you in this state until I have what I am looking for." He moved his face closer to Premier, and the intense heat began to cause the boy's skin to liquefy.

He had lost the ability to scream.

"In the meantime," Soleil said with a dark smile, "I will kill you over and over again."

Premier convulsed with fear.

"I will end your life every second, only to resurrect you the next. We shall see if your silence regarding Laeh holds firm. Let us find out, Premier Vaelgrim, Firstborn of Noah Vaelgrim, if you truly possess the will you claim."

"Furthermore, I will track down the remaining Elysiari," Soleil added, noting Premier’s frantic shivering. "I shall participate in the hunt for the Elysiari and eradicate every last one of them."

"So, I ask you for the final time," he declared, pressing a finger of fire against Premier’s brow. The young man shrieked in excruciating pain.

"Where is Laeh, the Main World of the Madman?"

Premier was sobbing and breaking down, his vocal cords so scorched that his voice sounded like the grinding of rusted metal.

Even through the soul-crushing agony, he managed to force out his

defiance,

"I-I KNOW NOTHING!"

Soleil’s expression twisted into a ghoulish smirk. "Then let it begin. The first death."

BOOOOOMMMM!

Premier’s consciousness and body were simultaneously blown apart. Every

piece of him turned to soot.

Yet those ashes swirled and coalesced, rebuilding Premier’s form and dragging

him back into existence.

He blinked his eyes open, and,

"The second death."

Soleil’s pitiless voice boomed once more.

And he perished again. And again.

From the shadows, Rue Octave watched, his only desire being to

flee from this nightmare.

The spectacle was too gruesome to endure.

Yet he was trapped.

He remained there, a forced witness to the infinite cycle of

demise that Premier, Firstborn of Noah Vaelgrim, suffered for his silence.

In that moment, for reasons he couldn't explain, a thought crossed

Rue Octave’s mind.

'What would happen if that Madman actually returned?'

The origin of the thought was a mystery to him, but the mere idea

filled him with a dread far sharper than the fear Soleil inspired.

He clenched his teeth, dismissing the thought as an impossibility,

all while observing the carnage ahead.

Premier was already enduring his twelfth execution.

Elsewhere within the Celestial domain, deep inside their primary world

where the high-security cells were located, Apollo received a visitor.

Apollo’s eyes—two golden, inverted pyramids—pierced through the Living Darkness to identify the newcomer.

A raspy laugh bubbled from his throat. "Now, this is fascinating. Is the faction collapsing? Or has something even more dire occurred? Tell me, Light-Touched, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

The entity known as Light-Touched, the Overseer of Law, stared at Apollo with a mask of indifference.

Though her entire form was composed of concentrated, radiant golden

light, her silhouette was distinctly feminine.

Her face was a blank slate—devoid of eyes, nose, mouth, or ears.

Nonetheless, Apollo could sense the utter disdain radiating from

the Light-Touched.

"A significant event has transpired within our Universe," Law stated, her voice

unnervingly flat and mechanical.

"Truly? And what might that be?"

"The kind of event that grants a creature of evil like you a chance at freedom," she

replied. "The Progenitor requires your aid in dealing with the trespassers lurking beyond our universal boundaries."

"And why would I help?" Apollo laughed mockingly. "You have

kept me in chains for ages. Now that things have gone sideways, you suddenly find me useful?"

"Tell me, Law, what exactly do you think I am?"

"The idea that you have any say in this is a pathetic, almost charming

delusion, Apollo," Law said with a sneer, causing Apollo to scowl. "First, this is a direct command from the Progenitor. Whether you are a True Child or not, you will be erased—your soul shattered—if you refuse."

She leaned in, her voice dropping to a low hiss. "Don't you realize how much I would enjoy doing that?"

"Do you really have the strength?" Apollo chuckled. "If I recall correctly, it took

my sister, the other Legacy Bearers, and the Celestial

Beasts just to bring me down."

"I have surpassed my former self, Apollo," Law countered. "I am far

more powerful than you can comprehend. Whereas you have stagnated."

Apollo started to retort, but Law cut him off sharply,

"But this bickering is pointless, because I am certain you will choose to fight for the faction's interests."

The Firstborn of Light narrowed his eyes, unsettled by the

absolute certainty in Law’s tone.

She wasn't finished.

"Since the first reason didn't move you, let's try the second." She

held up two fingers. "Quite simply, I will personally inform the Progenitor how his two children committed the ultimate

taboo."

Apollo’s eyes snapped wide. "No..."

"Oh, yes," Law whispered, stepping further into the cell, causing the

Living Darkness to recoil and hiss. "You were a fool to think I was oblivious to the scandal of Apollonia of BrightSky. I was aware, Apollo,

you idiot. Have you forgotten that I was the one who nominated her for the Throne?"

"Don't tell me..." Apollo’s voice trembled for the first time.

Suddenly, a wide maw filled with jagged, sharp teeth split Law’s

featureless face as she smiled with pure venom.

"Indeed, Apollo," she purred. "I selected her for the Throne

specifically because of that secret. And oh—!" She let out a sharp laugh.

"It was quite the show, watching you two siblings scramble to

conceal your affair. How touching it was to see you accept imprisonment just to protect your sister..."

Her voice became as sharp as a blade. "...that same sister who has moved on. That same sister who

undoubtedly screams like a bitch in heat every night in her husband's bed."

"Oh, Apollo, Firstborn of Light..." Her malicious grin grew wider. "How far you have fallen." -End of Chapter 456-