Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 501 He is back

The cosmos stood unprepared.

In fact, it was completely unready, because the Vaelgrim's return represented a catastrophe capable of jolting its innermost essence and ensuring it could never bounce back.

Prior to their formal entry, affairs unfolded just as anticipated.

In the Universe's Drought Mana Place, Leah spun gently on its own axis, tranquil and unperturbed.

Within, Premier had already risen, now conversing with his sibling while casting a brief look toward the Dreamspawn positioned behind Foxy. The exchange proceeded smoothly without hitches.

"So now I have additional siblings." Premier remarked, his gaze more stable and composed. The previous intense craving for acclaim had vanished. All that lingered was compassion and finality.

"Three additional ones, no less." He continued gently, "And each is an Origin."

He stifled a chuckle, shook his head, pondering why anything his father undertook still caught him off guard.

"I thought you'd show greater excitement." Foxy observed, "Now you can embrace your role as the eldest completely. They're rather compliant, too. Ah, save for Fated. She's somewhat impolite, but try to comprehend her."

"I'm definitely pleased." Premier affirmed, "The greater the number, the better." He laughed, "I believe that's at the heart of father's beliefs."

"Do you mean his habit of acquiring more wives each time?" She giggled, "I rather enjoy having numerous mothers. I'm constantly pampered."

"Me too," he replied, "I particularly miss mother Shadeva. Sigh, I recall the times she instructed me in that Laeh. How much time has passed? Time passes swiftly. It seems like only yesterday, but actually thousands of years have gone by."

"We've matured now." She agreed, "You've turned into someone father would boast about, right?"

Premier offered a subtle smile, "I truly hope that's the case." He turned his attention fully to the female Dreamspawn behind Foxy, "And you as well, sister. Aren't you remarkable? What's your title these days? The Queen of Dreams?"

He laughed lightly, causing Foxy's features to twist in mortification.

"I didn't accept it then, I don't now, and I won't in the future."

The Dreamspawn trembled slightly, eager to interject yet reluctant to offend her Queen.

"Why refuse it?" Premier shrugged, "It's a fitting one. Such titles carry inherent authority and prestige."

"Along with responsibilities and repercussions." Foxy countered, her expression grave, "I've learned that lesson thoroughly. Father instilled it in me deeply. I refuse to claim a title without fully grasping its implications."

"That's reasonable." He conceded with a slight nod.

A relaxed quietness enveloped them shortly after, only to be interrupted by a query.

"You realize father and the mothers aren't truly gone?" Foxy stated.

"I know."

"They'll return."

"Without a doubt!"

"Are you prepared for it?"

Premier hesitated, then flashed a feral grin with bared teeth, "Oh, more than ready."

Precisely then, Premier and Foxy rose abruptly from their seats, their gazes shooting skyward, detecting an aura that sent tremors through their very spirits.

"This... this..." the Dreamspawn stuttered.

The siblings merely broadened their grins.

"Oh..."

Their eyes shimmered with light.

"He has returned."

...

Not just Premier and Foxy perceived it.

In the heart of the Celestial Faction, Rue Octave had just wrapped up his session with Law, feeding her deceptions befitting a Primordial that even she failed to detect.

He made sure to mention his companion Castria's demise as well, explaining to Law how he had slain all his elven attendants and likely faced vengeance from an elven authority.

This narrative rang true, given the elves' temperament. Particularly their recent audacity since aligning with Esmeray, the Primordial of Dragons.

They had reclaimed their haughtiness and amplified it further.

Whispers spread about integrating Elves into dragon groups. Such a merger could spawn an entirely new entity among them.

One blending the finest traits of elves and dragons. That... no one desired to witness.

Law surmised this development would immensely aid Esmeray. It might propel her position to unprecedented heights.

Considering these factors, whether the elves truly slew Castria or not; whether he was someone Law disregarded entirely... the Celestial Faction would seize the pretext to assault the dragons and elves. And undoubtedly draw others into the fray.

Law remained indifferent to the universe's destiny should she ignite such conflict. No, they pursued a far grander prize.

A prize simpler to seize when the universe teetered on collapse.

She understood. They understood. Everyone damn well knew.

Thus, she would surely respond... exactly as Rue Octave anticipated.

The groundwork was laid, and Rue Octave observed how his role shifted gradually in ways he deemed unimaginable.

The most discouraging aspect was his personal inaction in it all. Aurelia orchestrated everything, subtly steering Law while the woman believed herself in control.

In that very moment, Rue grasped that his physique and abilities had never hindered him from surpassing Soleil for so long.

No. It was his outlook.

That flaw had dragged him down, prompting idiotic and timid actions.

Then, his remaining shreds of assurance crumbled into glowing embers.

Yet, before he could dwell on the agony, an extraordinary aura burst across the universe.

He - everyone - halted, heads jerking upward, their souls compelled to kneel for reasons unknown.

Dread seized his spirit, mingled with unexpected elation. Only moments later did he recognize it wasn't his own emotion.

It stemmed from Aurelia, and Rue Octave caught the soft murmur from her profound affection.

"He is back."

Rue Octave collapsed in tears, sensing impending ruin.

Across the universe, deep in Hell, Asaemon and Asmodeus faced each other, with Hell grinning malevolently in between.

The ongoing talk appeared tense, evident from the stern looks on both men's countenances.

Asmodeus simmered with fury, glaring at Hell with a lethal intensity.

Asaemon, by contrast, wore the face of a Lost Soul. A entity adrift, uncertain of path or direction.

It seemed his very reason for existence had been eclipsed - devoured - by another force.

But that ceased suddenly, his eyes widening as an immense presence enveloped them all.

Hell quivered, emitting a whine. Asmodeus scowled, glancing above. Asaemon felt momentary bewilderment, then broke into a broad, radiant smile. The first since his brother's passing.

And on this day, he smiled once more, because...

"He is back."

At that precise juncture, throughout the universe, The Records' proclamation resounded in every nook, shaking the skeletons and essences of all. For the first instance, the sentiments woven into their declaration became palpable, rendering the following words all the more chilling.

{The Vaelgrim has returned from the dead.}

The Universe quaked. Yet it wasn't finished. Far from it.

{He...has returned from the dead. And within his grasp is the Throne of the Dead and Souls.}

They held their breath, the universe convulsing as if alive. Briefly, it felt as though the cosmos leaned... as if... in reverence? Terror clenched their cores like a vise. The frailest among them knelt.

{Praise The Prince - The Child of Reality, and Owner of the Spirit World of Primus.}

A rift tore through the universe, and a figure emerged.

-End of Chapter 501-