Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 477 - Light of Mercy

In the depths of darkness, vision starts to awaken.

That phrase, descending as though from the universe's radiant glow, sparked the profound Seed of Mercy which Noah had bestowed upon Premier.

This transformation, merged with his personal grasp of Mercy, forged an event utterly without precedent across the entire cosmic history.

Premier's form radiated with such intense brilliance that gazing upon it caused pain, even for Foxy and Fated.

They inhaled sharply in astonishment, rising swiftly and retreating a few paces, observing the scene with tense excitement.

All of them recognized precisely what was unfolding.

"He succeeded!" Foxy exclaimed, joyful tears streaming down as she strained her sight past the dense veil of red light, eager to behold her brother's renewal.

Fated remained close by her side, equally captivated by the spectacle in progress.

Yet beyond that, a stirring within her responded to the glow enveloping Premier.

The energy bursting from her elder brother bore an uncanny resemblance to the innate abilities Origins acquired upon their aware emergence.

The quality differed, yet the essence and core felt identical.

same.

Yet how could such a thing occur?

Fated's limbs grew rigid, her mouth parched, rejecting her own conclusion. But as though detecting the identical realization, Destiny and Caus materialized in the chamber, their gazes locked onto Premier.

Foxy caught sight of their oddly contorted expressions, though in that instant her thoughts were wholly consumed by the gust of elation sweeping through her being.

"Finally!" She nearly yelled, clenching her hands into tight fists.

In the meantime, Premier Vaelgrim underwent a true rebirth. Not mirroring his father's path, but through a deeply profound and aware manner.

Right then, as the radiance swirled about his frame, enveloping his essence like a mother's gentle embrace, Premier sensed himself as a snake casting off its old hide to evolve into a genuine Dragon.

Every aspect of his being shifted in a fundamental manner; his Mercy power rising steadily and without fail.

However, Mercy wasn't his sole ability.

End belonged to him as well. And with Mercy's elevation, his End benefited greatly, evolving into a more profound and refined form.

Premier lost track of the duration since the ritual's onset. Yet he had endured his form breaking down repeatedly before reforming once more.

Before long, he perceived the Light of Enlightenment withdrawing into his core, signaling the transformation's conclusion emerging through his hazy reviving awareness.

Foxy, Fated, Destiny, and Caus drew near their elder brother as the glow's ferocity faded.

Their movements carried caution, particularly among the Origins kin, who remained uncertain on how to proceed or comprehend the events.

Noah's Firstborn parted his eyelids, revealing white sclera with red pupils formed like praying hands held together.

This mere gesture prompted his siblings to step back involuntarily, their spirits compelled to yield in mercy before Premier.

They each suppressed those impulses arising from Premier's inherent aura.

Yet the individual in question paid them no heed, his focus fixed on the alerts from The Records, which blazed in vivid crimson.

[Premier Vaelgrim, Firstborn of Noah, you have achieved something never before seen under the heavens.]

[Something even your father, The Glorious Prince, didn't achieve.]

Premier's pulse raced at those declarations.

[Your Mercy affinity has sublimated, reaching the level of a Sub-Origin Concept through a series of events.]

[You have gained a new title.]

[New Title: Light of Mercy]

[You have gained a Blessing.]

[LOGOS Blessing: Cupped Hands of Mercy.]

Premier's pupils shimmered, and in a brief moment—a mere flash—all the universe's mercy rested in his grasp, at his fingertips, ready for his command.

Still, that sensation vanished as abruptly as it had arrived.

And Premier slipped into unconsciousness, his being adapting to the immense blessing and strength he had newly obtained.

All this transpired with his siblings nearby, witnessing firsthand the emergence of an extraordinary entity.

The emergence of the Light. And where Light existed, Mercy followed.

And where Mercy dwelled...

Premier Vaelgrim stood present.

Thus,

HE was born.

At the same time, Soleil and Rue materialized abruptly where Sunny had been positioned.

But Sunny existed no longer; the Will of the World, overcome by Lhysta's Dream, now merged fully into the Dream.

Consequently, Lhysta's might surged further, her Dream World advancing another stride, intensifying the dire plight of both Soleil and Rue.

Blood poured from Soleil in every direction, a severe and eerie wound tracing down his skull, exposing fragments of his otherworldly brain composed of stellar fires.

He hovered there, adrift in the emptiness, his frame quaking with blazing fury.

Rue Octave, positioned next to him, chose to remain quiet.

The fellow had astonishingly evaded direct harm in the clash, suffering only minor injuries from stray effects. He regarded Soleil, yet his gaze held an unnatural quality.

It lacked the typical dread, reverence, and admiration.

No, far from it.

Instead, it brimmed with loathing, contempt, and profound bitterness. The look seemed ancient and foreign, flickering as if the sentiments weren't truly his own.

Rue recognized those emotions as alien to him. Or did he?

For if so, why did fragmented recollections plague him of conversing with unknown entities on methods to slay Soleil and seize his Origin?

Hadn't he joined those discussions with zeal?

Rue felt bewildered, his swirling doubts halting suddenly at Soleil's icy tone.

"Axis of Sun, Third Ladder - Sun of Renaissance."

A luminous gold-white sun materialized behind him, then merged into Soleil's form, sealing his injuries in a single surge. Bursts of pale luminescence steamed from him, sizzling and crackling. Throughout this, Soleil's thoughts whirled chaotically, pondering his next course.

Law had dispatched him urgently to the universe's lower east, yet after recent events, Soleil deemed it vital to issue the alert.

However, aware of the Dreamspawn's troublesome abilities, he hesitated to allow the lower east's crisis to escalate, particularly with his uncle Apollo liberated; undoubtedly coordinating some pact with the Light-Touched.

The peril loomed large. And his mother remained absent.

Soleil swore under his breath, his solar eyes spinning wildly without pause.

It was then Rue's form jerked, drawing Soleil's attention to him at last.

His gaze sparked faintly with a sudden notion. He seized Rue Octave's shoulders in a vise-like hold, fiercer than any predator's talon, "Listen to me, useless piece of shit." Soleil snarled, his breath scorching like lava, "You will head straight to the Celestial's primary realm, Luminary, and report everything you've witnessed to the Light-Touched."

"Do you hear me?"

Rue nodded cautiously, "Y-Yes!"

"I swear, Rue Octave," Soleil pressed on, Rue's shoulders liquefying into seething tissue beneath his grasp, "if you fail me once more, I will end you. I will destroy all you hold precious. I vow it upon my name."

Soleil let go at last, then struck him with a fiery leg to the abdomen; it groaned, splintered, dissolved before hurling Rue Octave away like a shooting star toward Luminary.

His far-off cry of agony shattered the void's quiet dignity.

Afterward, Soleil cracked his neck, his mind still replaying the Dreamspawn's final utterances before vanishing, "Touching the Blessed means touching The One Who Dreams, means touching The Truth. You don't want to do this, boy. And if you do dare...the whole Dreamspawn's Universe will be on you." "Now I shall go. For your death is not my task. But the task of Mercy! Oho, I hope you saw that Light. But you cannot; for you have eyes yet you do not see."

She faded away as though merely a dream from which Soleil had stirred.

Remembering those lines, the Sun's Bearer surged with excessive outrage and rage permeating his core.

"I will kill them."

He snarled.

"I will kill these goddamned Vaelgrim, their souls reduced to dust."

He vanished in a gust of cinders, rushing to fulfill his duty, his declaration lingering in the wake. "May The Records be my Witness." -End of Chapter 477-