Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 476 Me, Myself and I

"Where am I?" Premier thought in a daze, glancing around the unfamiliar space that enveloped him.

Deep down, he realized this was within his mind. Right in the core of his own awareness.

Yet, there was little to observe. A pervasive purple glow enveloped him entirely, adhering to his form like a layer of perspiration on flesh.

This purple radiance grew incredibly thick. Thick enough to turn fluid, trickling downward like moisture along surfaces, pooling steadily under Premier's feet.

Premier's brows furrowed gently as he watched the expanding basin of violet liquid, poised to engulf him entirely.

He remained silent. Instead, he lifted his hand and submerged his forefinger into the substance, verifying what he suspected.

"Foxy." Premier murmured, shutting his eyes. "It wasn't just a dream after all..."

Uncertainty gripped him about whether to feel joy or despair.

The truth of Foxy descending like a plummeting star to rescue him implied that every ordeal he'd endured—the endless torments, the brushes with death inflicted by Soleil—held equal reality.

That harsh truth struck his spirit like a brutal hammer, as Soleil's visage abruptly surfaced in his thoughts, causing him to stumble and plunge into the Dream essence with a loud splash.

He cried out, his gaze flaring wide with evident terror and dread, convinced he was dying all over again.

However, this felt infinitely more dreadful in its own way.

As soon as Foxy's Dream essence made contact with his head, Premier's vision faded to utter blankness.

His form slackened, drifting over the violet glow like a drifting sea creature.

His awareness plunged further. No longer confined to his mental domain, but sinking deeper, ever deeper.

Premier had entered uncharted territory. The domain of the subconscious, that shadowy region of the mind influencing every choice a person makes, yet forever beyond reach for nearly everyone.

On this occasion, though, Premier Vaelgrim breached it. And the visions that awaited nearly crushed his fragile psyche to pieces.

...

At the same moment, within the realm of Laeh, Foxy occupied a seat next to Premier.

They were inside his chamber.

His frame had been thoroughly washed, purged of the crimson stains that once covered him. Still, the wounds remained starkly evident.

His left eye failed to heal, hindered by Soleil's lingering force. The same curse afflicted his missing limbs below.

Premier resembled a fractured entity, a sight that left Foxy struggling to meet her brother's gaze directly.

Nevertheless, she forced herself to do so.

She extended her arm, gently stroking his cheek, observing the subtle tremors in his sealed eyelids.

"It's starting now." She breathed softly, aware of the trial her brother faced.

"You must endure this, brother." Foxy uttered, her mouth quivering faintly. "Recalling your true identity is essential—it's the sole path forward."

Premier's mind lay in such shattered ruins that it was painful to behold. Foxy understood without doubt that without reclaiming his essence, even survival wouldn't prevent him from crossing an irreversible threshold.

"Do you believe he'll pull through?" Fated materialized abruptly behind Foxy, surveying the pitiful condition of her elder sibling.

Though she'd never laid eyes on him before, Fated couldn't suppress a wave of sorrow for his plight.

"He must." Foxy replied, her stare sharpening. "Failure isn't an option for him. He chose to tread in father's wake." "To truly emulate father, he has to awaken. Overcoming this obstacle is vital for that pursuit."

"You know full well," Fated countered, "that imitating father's journey is impossible for anyone. Wouldn't forging his unique trail serve him better? Countless routes lead to the pinnacle—not solely father's."

"His stubbornness lacks justification." Foxy continued to brush his features tenderly. "As the eldest, he always yearned to stand as a role model, an inspiration for me

to admire..."

At that, Foxy offered a wistful grin.

"...That weight... it's precisely that pressure which drove him to this ruin."

Fated grew quiet.

She grasped the circumstances intimately. Through her extensive existence, she recognized how a father's legendary stature could propel a son toward self-destruction in futile imitation.

Occasional triumphs occurred, but failures dominated.

'Can big brother prevail?' Fated pondered, though the truth already loomed clear.

He couldn't.

Not due to insufficient effort. Not from frailty or lack of gift.

Rather, because no one's trail matched his own. Beyond that, it stemmed from his sire being Noah Vaelgrim.

Oh...

'A dual-edged legacy: Fated mused, eyeing Foxy. 'For his offspring, father's heritage could bless or doom, hinging on perspective!

Foxy had received the boon. Premier bore the bane.

What of herself?

No answer stirred from that query, as Premier's form convulsed wildly, unleashing a torrent of surging might from within.

"What's going on?" Fated demanded, as Foxy stared at Premier with bulging eyes.

...

Far within the hidden recesses of Premier's subconscious, centuries seemed to unfold, as he confronted—or more precisely, revisited—every moment of his existence from birth onward.

Beginning with the instant his father brought him into being, through Foxy's arrival as an adorable miniature golden fox, and onward to all that followed up to now.

However, these recollections twisted from truth. Rather than precise replays, Premier navigated modified versions.

Scenes where self-doubt plagued him relentlessly; questioning his value, pondering if he'd merit his position as firstborn or if his creator might discard him for a superior creation one day.

Such a feat posed no challenge for his father.

And amid the fresh horrors of his powerless torment, helpless against it all...Premier found himself yielding to the notion that perhaps...just perhaps he held no true value-!

"No."

Premier interrupted his spiraling doubts, sealing his eyes to steady his turbulent thoughts.

The visions had cycled endlessly, growing nauseating in their repetition of his own image. Through this, however, he pinpointed the root of his persistent frailties.

The cause proved disarmingly straightforward.

Premier had never sought evidence affirming his worth; instead, he fixated on uncovering proofs of his inadequacy.

These notions lodged in his neural pathways,

allowing them to corrupt his entire being.

"Why did I behave so foolishly?" Premier questioned, his hands balling tightly.

Viewing it now from a detached angle, he saw the sheer pitifulness and irregularity of his actions.

"Why did I drive myself to confirm my worthlessness rather than the contrary? Clearly, dwelling on failure won't foster growth or craft a self I'd admire; one that would earn my father's approval."

As this insight struck him, Premier marveled at its blatant simplicity.

His core issue, from the start, was so elementary it bordered on absurd.

'You shape into what occupies your thoughts most.'

Thus, if unworthiness dominated his inner world, no level of achievement could erase it. Not decreed by his father. Not imposed by the world or cosmos itself.

But self-imposed. And his mind would eternally accept his own convictions as gospel.

A vivid scarlet radiance, emerging from the void, started illuminating his awareness.

Premier instantly recognized this glow.

The Light of Enlightenment.

He shut his eyes, permitting the brilliance to cleanse his thoughts, as a profound shift occurred, akin to a long-sealed chest finally unlocking.

Mercy.

Foxy had erred. Recalling his past self wasn't the key. Redefining his identity was.

He required...a rebirth.

"Just as I extend kindness to my kin and allies, I deserve to offer the same to myself."

BADUM-!

"Just as I'd heed my siblings, affirming their value...I deserve to grant that assurance to myself."

BADUM-!

The glow surged with overwhelming force.

"None of this proves possible without first granting it to myself."

After all, rescuing another proves arduous when you're teetering on the brink yourself.

Thus,

"To extend mercy to others..."

Premier's mouth curved upward, a serene and compassionate expression gracing his features.

"...I must first extend mercy to myself—me, I, Premier Vaelgrim, firstborn of Noah."

BADUM! BADUM! BADUM!

"And thus..."

In the outer world, Premier's figure blazed like a radiant signal. All who sensed it felt a profound wave of compassion stir within. His words resounded beyond, touching Foxy, Fated, and spanning from the skies to the depths of the earth.

"This is who I am."

-End of Chapter 476-