Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 407: Power begets Power
Chapter 407 – Power begets Power
It was a harrowing and silent space. A space where there was nothing that existed except nothing.
It was dark and heavy, with a pressing power that could crush the greatest progenitor into a smoldered mess of flesh in a time far too brief for Time itself to acknowledge.
Inside that place, a being sat floating in the immaculate ebony realm, where no concept of up, down, left or right existed. Or too simply, where emptiness ruled.
The being was a strange one. One could see its body shifting, twisting and folding upon itself continuously, taking numerous forms endlessly.
For a moment you would see a woman with blue skin and mesmerizing beauty, the next a towering monster with billions of crimson bleeding eyes covering its whole frame, and the next a child with eerie curiosity shining inside its empty sockets.
This continued timelessly until the being took the shape of a simple human — a man — with black hair and black eyes.
"Oya. Oya. Oya." The man exclaimed loudly, smirking, "I like better this face lately. I wonder why? Huh, I truly wonder? Someone influencing me? Hm? Me? Is that possible? Nay nay nay."
"Impossible." His laughter echoed, yet it was soon drowned out by the emptiness around him.
The man paused abruptly, his head tilting slowly in contemplation. He turned his gaze toward a distant destination. There, his eyes rested on a towering mass of energies rotating on itself continuously.
Unfathomable waves of power were radiating from it, power enough to even make the man admire it for a brief moment.
The man’s eyes went past that mass of energies and entered a space riddled with millions of universes, moving and expanding continuously.
He focused on one particular universe, where he sensed a power that was not meant to be used inside a universe.
His unfathomable gaze peeled away layers after layers until it rested upon the drained face of a silver-haired man with purple slitted eyes.
At his side stood a woman helping him to not fall from the ground with his weak body.
At the sight of this scene, the man’s smile deepened.
"Little Records, you are getting too close to what you should not." He whispered to himself, "Be careful, for the more you wish to protect him, the more you will attract gaze on him."
"Power attracts Power. Power begets Power."
"And sometimes, what you attract is nothing like what you could bear." He advised, though none could hear him.
And he preferred it that way.
Then he raised his finger and clicked it, causing Ruin — who was about to feel something amiss related to him — to finally settle down.
The man’s eyebrow knitted together immediately after. He closed his eyes and sighed, "Oya. Oya. Oya. I am too old for this!" He complained, laughing softly,
"This is the last time." He decided, not willing to act more than he already did.
He turned his head next toward a group of achingly disgusting beings trying to break through the mass of energies that was in fact a Perfected Reality.
The man’s smile deepened,
"You better be fast, you three." He whispered, his eyes going past those beings and deeper into the emptiness, managing to sightsee glowing eyes enough to drown the whole reality into pure madness.
He shook his head and slowly stood up to face them.
"Power begets Power." He repeated, then cracked his neck.
"I gave up too much of my power for this gamble of mine. But I just need one of them to be what I believe they could be. Only one."
The beings hidden inside the fold of emptiness screeched angry cries as flashes of reality-bending attacks erupted, targeting the man on all sides.
The space shook and shrieked in horror.
The man sighed.
"Oya. Oya. Oya!! I said I am too old for this, man!!" He bellowed, then suddenly his expression became void, empty of anything.
He clapped.
"Let’s finish today early, okay?"
A terrifying battle erupted.
...
Soleil’s World — Sunny.
The sun was blazing hot, hot enough to melt anyone’s bones with enough exposure. Even those of Premier. Especially those of Premier.
That day, once again, Premier wondered why his father didn’t give him fire or sun affinity. Or even light. Having those affinities would have helped him survive in this world more easily.
At that moment, he found himself having no choice but to use his aura and concept to shroud himself from the light of the sun. The constant use of these skills was taking a toll on his mind and body, yet he couldn’t deny the increase in his own proficiency because of it.
Was it also the plan of his father?
How great and unfathomable his father was, Premier admired inside his heart, while he held a hammer and struck upon the molten gemstone on the anvil.
He was forging a throne.
A throne for his master, Soleil Octave of LightTorcheur.
His master had taught him blacksmithing for only a day, and he expected him to create a throne made of materials enough to buy dozens of middle-ranked worlds without issues.
The absurdity of the situation was obvious to all, yet Premier didn’t complain, remembering the words Soleil told him when he gave him the task.
"Mercy, little puppy, is in everything. Maybe that’s why your kind never succeeds in bearing the weight of it. After all, who could bear Totality except those born with everything?" Soleil had said, with the woe-filled screams of Rue as the background music, who was still burning.
Premier at that time was curious, wondering if there were beings who were born with Totality in their core. He didn’t think of his father, for that was not his case.
Yet even though he was not born with everything, Premier believed his father could bear the weight of it.
So in his curiosity he asked Soleil, not expecting anything other than a condescending look, but that day...that day Soleil answered.
"Progenitors, of course." He had snickered, "They are born at the top of the universe with a perfected Axis. Only them could claim to have been born with everything. With Totality." Soleil’s voice was strangely bitter at that time.
Premier didn’t think much of it, and even now, with him doing his task, he still didn’t think much of it.
He had no dream of being able to bear Totality, but he wanted to bear the weight of Mercy.
Not only for his father, but also for himself.
He needed to know he could achieve something by himself.
He needed to know that even if he would be mostly known as the firstborn of Noah Vaelgrim...he could obtain achievements by his own hands without the aid of his father.
So he focused on his task, hammering the hammer down with practiced hands, his mind swirling around how he could apply the concept of Mercy in this craft.
Not only Mercy but also End.
With Mercy, Premier could choose how something must End. It all depended on his philosophy of the two.
What was mercy to him?
What was end to him?
He needed to grasp these meanings, for only then could he understand and use their powers effectively.
So Premier continued his task, each strike of his hammer echoing loudly around the forge room, his body bathing in his own sweat, his breathing ragged and hurried.
Far away from him, Soleil’s golden eyes were fixed on him. He looked at Premier for a long while before turning his head and closing his eyes, thoughts parading through his mind.
’More interesting than Rue.’ He thought to himself before grinning.
The little puppy looked promising. For now it was still early, so he would wait...
...he would wait for him to show more of himself. Only then could he choose his fate.
’Mercy, huh...’
he thought at last.
’What a disgusting power.’
...
Back inside the Buntu, inside the rotating Laeh, in the depths of a forbidden zone, Noah was with his wives.
None of them knew what occurred just moments ago with Noah almost drowning in the river of death. Only Providence did, and she had no plan of spoiling the happy mood of her sisters, all thrilled to see Virgo become an Elysiari.
She became one even Noah didn’t fully expect, for during the process his mind was too shattered to control the direction of it.
Virgo became the Elysiari of Decadence. Her skin was still crimson, but her hair was now silver. Her eyes changed too, with her pupils now shaped like a skull.
A living skull. It was her own familiar. A familiar slowly feeding on Ruin’s leftovers, making her be in constant evolution.
Virgo now believed that her talent was enough to go beyond Law Creator rank. With that, she was finally strong enough to keep the promise she had made long ago.
But that was before Noah introduced them to the power system he had made for them, and how they would become stronger.
Star Evolution System.
They would be the stars that would crown his universe.
The women were speechless once more. And they became even more speechless when they realized they would each have to absorb their corresponding concept’s origin to link themselves with the stars Noah would allocate them.
And that knowledge made Noah ask one important question to them,
"So," Noah began, looking at his wives, smiling, "what origin shall we target first?"
—End of Chapter 407—
—End of Volume 4: The Path of Cosmos—