Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 472 - Hell Contract

Hell’s words left Asaemon in stunned silence. He fixed his gaze upon the

chuckling, lava-like canine beast, his stare turning icier with each passing moment.

A torrent of recollections and ideas surged through his thoughts, dredging up buried memories from his past. Visions of his upbringing

surrounded by wild creatures - and the circumstances that led him there.

These recollections unfolded before him like scenes from a film projected by his sibling, delving further until he relived his initial encounter with Asmodeus.

Most might assume he had sought out Asmodeus, yet the reality stood in stark opposition to that notion.

Scarcely moments after his formal designation as the Second Abomination, Asmodeus appeared before him unbidden.

That marked the start of discussions about the Child of Sin and his destined path as a demon.

Asaemon remained ignorant of the underlying causes, yet he harbored a profound loathing for the concept of demonhood. A deep revulsion always twisted inside him at the mere notion.

Yet what ignited his fury even more...

"I warned you, Hell," Asaemon snarled, glaring down at Hell through icy red eyes, "never to address me by that name again."

"Oh, Asaemon, naturally you did!" Hell howled with laughter. "But isn't that just so wretched and laughable for you, dear Asaemon?"

Asaemon's brows furrowed deeply, carving a furrow between them.

Hell paid it no mind. It swished its fiery tail lazily behind it and

pressed on with its speech,

"Do you realize you're faking being someone you're not, Asaemon?" it remarked, its jaws parting slightly to release steaming lava. "But do you grasp what's even more tragic than faking it?"

It offered no pause for reply.

"It's that you don't even recognize you're doing the faking at all."

"And none of this," Asaemon replied, "concerns you, Hell. Once more, I didn't come here to debate my true self. I'm mature enough-!"

"Come on, Asaemon!" Hell interrupted sharply. "Age holds no relevance here. You spent your entire youth among savage beasts that regarded you as family."

Its gaze sharpened.

"You adopted their lifestyle, their mindset, even their cursed traditions. They molded you entirely, leaving you blind to your authentic essence buried deep within."

Scalding vapor, fierce as solar rays, billowed from Hell's maw. In that moment, its tone shed its yapping edge, resembling a mother gently scolding her wayward son for poor company.

"All that you are has been clouded by excessive distractions, smothering your-!"

"Stop." Asaemon silenced Hell with a chilling, authoritative tone.

Hell froze, locking eyes with the stern visage of the Second Abomination.

"Cease squandering my time, Hell," he declared, his jaw clenching in rage. "My moments are limited. So speak plainly: will you assist me, or refuse?"

Hell responded only with quiet. It studied him for an extended period, its tail tapping the floor in steady rhythm, its jaws parting and shutting to emit low, threatening, yet irritated rumbles.

After an eternity, it spoke at last,

"Very well, Asaemon," its voice resuming its sharp bark, "I've already explained the steps required. Surrender your soul, and seal

the pact."

"Anything except my soul," Asaemon shot back. "My soul isn't yours to claim."

"Because you think you hold any say in this?"

Hell erupted in boisterous laughter.

"Asaemon, come now, don't delude yourself. To challenge Asmodeus,

a Progenitor, you must at minimum offer up your soul. Or perhaps all you possess. Just as..."

Hell trailed off. Asaemon regarded it with lethal intent, challenging it to proceed.

The temptation lingered. Yet Hell, much like Asmodeus, cherished a fondness for Asaemon. He sensed this, despite the mystery of its origin.

In truth, he understood. But to embrace it would mean confronting a truth he'd been conditioned to flee.

And that, he refused.

"Share your choice, Asaemon," Hell pressed. "Declare it, and spare yourself yet another pointless sorrow."

His head tilted at Hell's statement. "What are you implying?"

"Your response," Hell replied simply, its grin enigmatic.

The Second Abomination scowled.

A mounting sense of alarm stirred within his spirit, though he couldn't determine if it stemmed from Hell or events beyond this chamber.

'My soul, is it...' Asaemon mused, shutting his eyes for a moment. Then, he envisioned the creatures that had nurtured him.

He observed, reliving the instant he first beheld them. He appeared newborn, yet his consciousness remained sharp.

Asaemon encountered those beasts upon emerging from a

blood-red egg inscribed with dark, twisting runes, towering like Mount

Everest.

Next, he saw them seize him, intent on slaying him, until an ancient, withered, frail, quivering

chimpanzee intervened.

Following that, a ritual altered his form, stripping away his inherent ability to perceive a massive fiery beast

cowering before him from afar.

A creature yearning to draw near, to guard and cherish him.

From then on, they reared him, imparting all the knowledge he possessed.

To this day, Asaemon remained clueless about that fire beast, though a suspicion already lingered in his thoughts.

But such details proved irrelevant now. Thus, he breathed out deeply and braced for the unavoidable resolution.

Hell detected the shift, its grin broadening even prior to the affirmation.

"Very well," Asaemon murmured. "Very well, Hell."

He regarded the creature before him.

"We'll forge the Hell Contract," he stated. "But first, reveal what's unfolding."

"That?" Hell snickered. "Gluttony turned traitor on you. He seized Envy's Sin Core and dealt a mortal blow to Lust.

That wretched temptress clings to life by a thread. Tragic, right? Now Gluttony aligns with Wrath and Pride."

Hell's grin stretched further.

"Envy fades away. Deprived of her Sin Core, her strength ebbs. Should Gluttony consume it, he'll wield Sloth's might too. Don't rely on Sloth. Wrath holds her secret offspring captive; she won't battle for you any longer. Thus, my cherished Asaemon, Child of Sin..."

Asaemon's pupils widened.

"...bereft of my aid, you'll perish like your false kin already have."

"Your end won't shine gloriously as the Madman's, nor boldly yet vainly - like the First Abomination's." "Your demise, Asaemon..."

Hell dragged its bifurcated blazing tongue across its lips,

"...befits one who denied his own nature. A pointless, empty death."

An oppressive hush enveloped the space.

Asaemon observed Hell in stillness, then gradually, a vast, empty smirk spread across his features.

SHIVER-!

Hell trembled violently, nearly leaping to its feet, fur bristling in alarm.

"Ah..." Asaemon uttered. "I understand. I truly do. Proceed, Hell."

He extended his arm,

"Initiate the Hell Contract immediately."

-End of chapter 472-