Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 455 - I know nothing.

Gaia sat cautiously upon the oddly-hued blossoms of her private domain. With her head lowered and brows knit in a tight scowl, a whirlwind of dizzying thoughts raced through her mind.

She understood that it was merely a countdown before the Son of Emptiness realized the truth of what had transpired.

Keeping him oblivious was a monumental challenge. His sheer power and intuition surpassed the Reality-rank, making him an entity that was nearly impossible to deceive.

The sole reason he remained unaware was because of Them. Only those specific beings possessed the capability to keep him so preoccupied that he could focus on nothing else.

A sudden flash of realization caused Gaia to tremble with awareness. However, she immediately shook her head in a violent motion, rejecting the notion.

"I cannot do that," she muttered to herself. "Taking such an action would endanger me more than anything else. Furthermore, I still lack the knowledge of why I am being hunted."

She pressed her lips into a thin line.

"Is there a particular thing within me they desire? If so, what could it be? Or am I simply being pursued due to an insatiable, mindless hunger?"

Gaia found herself doubting the latter theory. Mere hunger would not drive those entities to wage war against the Son of Emptiness for countless eons.

The logic simply didn't hold up.

Yet, there was no method to uncover the truth, as the Son of Emptiness would never disclose details regarding his eternal struggle with them.

The Will Eternal clicked her tongue in irritation, fighting the impulse to scream in frustration.

She was the one under protection, the one whose life was at risk, yet she remained completely ignorant of the reasons behind these events.

In the past, Gaia had never given this much thought. As long as she fulfilled her duties as the Will Eternal and existed peacefully alongside her beloved creations, she was content.

But the tides had turned.

There was now another existence she had grown to value—a being who seemed to exist solely to cause an endless string of complications.

While it annoyed her endlessly, this individual made her yearn to understand the truth of her predicament.

Slowly, Gaia let out a breath through her nose. Realigning her posture, she gazed at the ring of flowers encompassing her.

"There is only one way to know," Gaia whispered softly.

The concept felt perilous. In truth, it was worse than dangerous.

It was a risk so great that a single mistake could lead to the total annihilation of the entire Perfected Reality along with her.

However...

"Power begets Power," she murmured, her face breaking into a smile. "And I would be a failure as a mother if I could not safeguard my own child."

With her mind made up, she looked toward the heavens, observing the seven Holy Suns, the three Demonic Moons, and every living soul within the realm.

Linking her consciousness to each of them, she broadcasted her intent and her desire to finally enter the fray.

They questioned her sudden change of heart.

Gaia responded by telling them that their Prince was in jeopardy.

The questioning ceased instantly. Every being flooded the mental connection with Gaia, projecting a single, unified emotion:

Grim determination.

A smile touched Gaia’s lips, and her voice rang out—melodic, yet carrying a chilling, demonic undertone.

"Shall we begin?"

In that instant, Gaia felt a profound resonance with the favorite mantra of the Son of Emptiness.

"Power begets Power."

She shook her head and sprang into motion, knowing time was short for what she needed to accomplish.

While some entities plotted on a cosmic scale across Reality, others were confined to the struggles of a single universe.

Every being faced their own constraints, and Premier had discovered his own following the recent catastrophe involving his bloodline.

Across every corner of the universe, the Elysiari were permitted to grieve for the Progenitor’s passing.

All except for Premier.

The burning, solar gaze of Soleil Octave remained fixed upon him like a predator, monitoring his every movement with a scrutiny that made his skin prickle.

Thus, he was forbidden from weeping. He could not mourn his father’s death or lament the fading of his lineage. To show such weakness would be a fatal mistake in front of Soleil, rendering his father’s sacrifices meaningless.

He refused to let that happen. Consequently, he did the only thing possible: he forced back his sorrow and worked with tireless diligence, showing absolute obedience to Soleil.

Under Soleil's tutelage, he pushed his Mercy affinity to evolve at a breakneck pace. He gritted his teeth, enduring the searing temperatures of the planet Sunny.

Gradually, Premier reached a point where he could survive there without being drenched in sweat.

He believed this would suffice.

However, the destruction of half the universe by his father’s hand had left them severely weakened, putting Soleil in a wretched, volatile mood.

Frequently, the Progenitor had to depart to fight off invaders from other universes at the boundary.

Each time he returned, his body was marked by fresh wounds.

This drove him to push Premier through even more brutal training. Soleil abandoned his previous disdain for the boy’s unworthiness, seemingly realizing the folly of such arrogance when the universe faced total ruin.

It appeared that impending doom had a way of clarifying one's priorities.

Yet, it still wasn't enough. Or perhaps the crisis hadn't reached its absolute peak yet.

Even now, the various Progenitors were unable to reach an agreement to unite against the unfolding disaster.

Each one seemed to be hunting for a personal advantage, something that could only be seized by acting alone.

Premier was ignorant of their true goals. However, on several occasions, he had heard the furious roar of a dragon echoing through the cosmos.

That was yet another mystery the Firstborn of Noah could not solve.

But none of that mattered to him anymore. Truly, it was all irrelevant.

In the wake of Noah’s death, Premier had overlooked a vital detail. It was a lapse caused by his suppressed mourning, but a costly one nonetheless.

He had forgotten about Rue Octave, the man Noah had bound through the power of Causality.

With Noah deceased, the chains of enslavement had shattered, granting Rue the freedom to speak without fear of death.

It was easy to guess the first thing he did, given Premier’s current condition.

The young man was collapsed on a floor soaked in his own blood, his back propped against a small, glowing crimson sun. His left eye had been ripped away, leaving a hollow pit. His legs had been hacked off, the remaining stumps of flesh still twitching and emitting steam from the heat.

A star burned relentlessly within Premier’s abdomen, while tiny creatures forged from solar fire pierced his heart.

His face was a charred ruin of blood and cinders. It was a gruesome spectacle.

Seated on a throne before him was Soleil Octave, the Bearer of Sun, with Rue Octave standing at his side like a loyal hound.

"I will not repeat myself, Premier!" Soleil’s voice was frigid, even as his words caused the very air around them to explode. "Tell me, where can I find the Main World of that Madman, Laeh?"

His sun-like eyes spun with a manic fervor, radiating a heat born of pure fury. "And what has become of Justicia and Apollonia of BrightSky?"

Rue Octave knew very little.

Only Premier could lead him to his cousin and the turncoat—assuming they were even alive. But even if they were gone, Soleil demanded the location of Noah’s primary world.

He wasn't the only one; many others were desperate to claim the legacy of the man who had achieved the impossible by slaying a Progenitor through sheer effort.

It seemed straightforward, but those who understood the true power of Progenitors knew such a feat should have been impossible. Thus, they lusted after the secrets of the one they called the Madman.

Faced with these demands, Premier gave the same answer he had repeated since the torture began.

"I-I am Premier Vaelgrim of Laeh, the Firstborn of Noah Vaelgrim." He gasped for air, blood leaking from his skin only to be vaporized by the intense heat.

"And I know nothing," he whispered feebly. "I know nothing." He hesitated, staring at Soleil with his one remaining eye before coughing up a mixture of blood and ruined organs.

"I know nothing."