Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 473 - Shifting Memories

Hell gazed upon Asaemon, sensing an odd vibe in the entire affair.

The beast had anticipated various reactions from Asaemon—perhaps terror, fury, or even grief and agony upon learning of the betrayal, along with the fact that his companions were slain or wounded.

Yet Asaemon merely grinned, appearing as though...

"You expected it?" Hell questioned in disbelief. "You foresaw something like this?"

Asaemon simply stared at the creature, his hand still extended toward it, awaiting the formation of the Hell Contract.

"Answer me!" Hell insisted, its gaze igniting with fury.

"They're demons, Hell," Asaemon retorted sharply. "Creatures who turned against their own kind for personal benefit. What made me think they wouldn't betray me too?"

He let out a scoff.

"I'd be the biggest fool across existence if I placed faith in any of them."

"So let's wrap this up, Hell," he pressed on. "I've got matters to attend to."

Asaemon tightened his lips into a firm line, wishing that the force preventing Asmodeus's return would persist.

If not, his entire strategy would crumble to dust.

Hell, on the other hand, had ceased to worry. The ritual had commenced as it drew blood from itself and from Asaemon.

The creature buzzed with excitement at the prospect of linking itself to Asaemon, far beyond what the human realized.

He remained unaware. Truly unaware of the sacrifice he was on the verge of making.

Hell chuckled silently within, pushing aside the faint wails of an odd fiery entity from its thoughts.

"Let's start," it exclaimed joyfully.

A ring formed from the mingled blood of Hell and Asaemon burst forth upon the earth, surrounding both figures within.

The air grew thick and grave.

Asaemon cleared his mind, shaking off distractions to concentrate on the moment. With the contract truly underway...

He couldn't shake the sensation of ensnarement; of shedding the final remnant of his former identity that Noah and Aurelia recognized.

Was it significant? To him, yes. Though the cosmos cared little.

In the vast cosmic order, he was merely a larger insect... Consequently,

The Hell Contract proceeded to seal.

Thus, Asaemon surrendered his soul to Lilith's Firstborn, the Hollow of Eden.

...

At the same moment, an peculiar incident unfolded within the Celestial Domain.

In the heart of the Sunny World, amid Premier's endless torment at the hands of Soleil, the Bearer of Sun, Rue Octave lingered in a

crude chamber.

Soleil had departed Sunny, summoned by the Light-Touched, since his uncle Apollo had been freed and directives issued.

This revelation struck like divine fury across every group in the Celestial.

Dread, alarm, and terror gripped them all... terror at facing Apollo's vengeance for their assaults on his group, especially his daughter.

The strain resembled a vise squeezing their necks, leaving scant room for breath.

Right then, even with the multitude of groups in the Celestial faction...

They rushed to seek shelter either beneath Idalia Marigold or with the Light-Touched, the Incarnation Law of the Celestial.

This led to countless groups vanishing, absorbed into those two powers.

Even Apollo's mere release sparked a major upheaval, one whose deadly implications escaped their notice.

One might ponder the chaos if Apollo truly mobilized.

A captivating query, yet Rue paid it no mind. He served merely as Soleil's tool for shady tasks, tucked under his protection.

He amounted to nothing. Yet he yearned to become more.

Hence, joy surged through him at reclaiming a vital Record pilfered by Aurelia, the First Abomination.

Elation filled him, and he seized the chance to taunt Premier with this revelation.

The youth shattered deeper, but uttered only,

"I know nothing."

By then, Rue recognized that Premier's psyche and will had shattered utterly. The sole phrases escaping him were those

repetitions.

Phrases revealing his resistance and resolve to perish without treachery.

Unbeknownst to Rue, a spark of respect ignited for the Madman's Firstborn.

Beyond that... a budding affection for Premier stirred within him.

This occurrence, this emotion, triggered a surge in his mental shields.

'What's wrong with me?' Rue pondered, perched on his bed's rim, face cradled in his palms.

'Why this sudden pity for the boy? Why the impulse to aid him?'

None of it added up. Rue had craved only Premier's agony as retribution for Noah's deeds.

And suddenly, all shifted?

Confusion clouded him, thoughts sluggish and weighted.

Lately, his recollections blurred, resembling mere phantoms.

Earlier today, he'd attempted to summon a memory from eons past. Oddly, it eluded him. An impossibility in itself.

That wasn't everything.

Rather, fresh recollections emerged in his psyche. Visions of various entities conversing among themselves.

He gleaned no insights from them, comprehending zilch of their discourse. Nonetheless, a single term—or perhaps a title, unclear—repeated endlessly.

"Harmony..."

Rue whispered without thought.

His eyes snapped wide as a sharp inhale escaped, his parched throat aching, under the weight of a terrifying, penetrating stare upon him.

A stare profound enough to expose his entire being before it.

He collapsed to his knees, clutching his chest, heart pounding wildly like a frenzied, snarling stallion.

Sweat droplets beaded and streamed down his features relentlessly, akin to dew on foliage.

In that fleeting moment, Rue believed death loomed. But scarcely a heartbeat later, it all vanished like a mere mirage. Rue Octave slumped forward onto the ground, consciousness fading.

Within his thoughts, yet another change took hold.

Beyond the dwelling, Premier endured ceaseless death and resurrection, his cries echoing everywhere,

"I... k-know... noth-!"

He perished.

For the 57,984th instance.

Concurrently, in the core of the Light-Touched realm, amid voids filled solely with sourceless glows...

"Where is your mother?" uttered the Light-Touched, recognized also as Law

or Siren Sora.

She occupied her seat of power, her featureless golden form peering

down at Soleil Octave of BrightSky.

"Hm?" Soleil cocked his head. "Why inquire about that?"

He gave a dry laugh. "As if I'd know my mother's whereabouts."

"Oh? Really?"

"Surprising?" Soleil replied. "If you yourself are unaware... no offense,

Law, but how could I be?"

Law grew quiet, eyeing Soleil with a mix of mirth and chill. After a pause, she resumed, tone silky still, "It changes nothing. Inform her that her father and beloved

brother ache to reunite. Her brother most of all!" She cackled bitterly.

"Picture the torment of parting from your sibling for ages?"

"Sorry, I can't relate."

"No need," Law chuckled. "Simply grasp that the emotions weigh enough

to inflict harm." She halted.

"Deeply regrettable harm."

Soleil's gaze sharpened. "Why summon me, Light-Touched?"

His tone chilled, laced with clear irritation.

"Such haste," Law murmured, then tittered. "Reminds me of your mother."

Soleil opened his mouth to respond, but hushed as Law's following declaration thundered in his skull,

"The Dreamspawn have invaded the universe via the lower east. Your duty is to head there and safeguard it, Bearer of Sun."

-End of Chapter 473-