Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 456 Threat

"I know nothing."

Premier’s voice was faint, incredibly feeble. It sounded like the rasp of a dying man desperately attempting to drag himself back from the brink of the grave.

There was a harsh reality in those words.

At any second, Premier could perish and cross into the Spirit World. However, even that escape seemed like a pipe dream given the individual standing before him.

"I see, Premier," Soleil remarked, his gaze filled with contempt. "Is this your final act of defiance? The one secret you would rather take to your grave than reveal?" Premier offered no reply. His remaining eye blazed with fierce resolve, yet deep within, a flicker of profound exhaustion remained.

His pupil was gradually turning white, a sign that Soleil’s power was taking its toll.

Blindness would soon claim him.

That was, of course, assuming the Bearer of Sun didn't decide to tear the eye out in a fit of rage before then.

"S-So you are aware," Premier stammered, spitting once more. "You know I won’t divulge a thing. You have inflicted torture upon me countless times. Pain will not grant me knowledge. I—!"

He cut himself off, recoiling as the beasts consuming his heart intensified their feast.

He gasped for air, but the act brought only regret as scorching heat rushed down his throat, incinerating everything in its path.

His eye dilated and his mouth hung open in a pained gurgle; his internal organs felt as though they were boiling like water over a fierce flame.

With what little strength remained, Premier looked down to see portions of his body already reduced to drifting ash.

Terror surged through his soul. Premier had to bite down on his lips—or what was left of them—to keep from sobbing in agony and pleading for mercy.

But his physical form betrayed him.

He was trembling violently, like a lone leaf caught in a gale.

"You seem to be laboring under a misunderstanding, Premier," Soleil’s voice cut through the air once more.

With great effort, the Firstborn of Noah strained to look at his tormentor. It was an immediate mistake.

His one eye ignited instantly, and Premier let out a roar of devastating pain.

Soleil’s entire form was now shrouded in brilliant solar fire. The sheer heat made the entire Sunny World tremble and warp, as if its creator was intent on burning it to the ground.

Soleil’s face no longer possessed eyes. In their place were literal stars, burning with a heat and brilliance far exceeding the sun where Premier hung in chains.

Rue Octave stumbled back several paces, his heart hammering against his ribs so violently that breathing became a struggle.

"If you believe death will be your salvation," Soleil continued, "then your naivety is quite charming, boy."

"I shall keep you trapped here until I have obtained what I desire." He moved his face closer to Premier’s, the proximity causing the young boy’s skin to begin a slow melt.

The ability to scream had left him.

"In the meantime," Soleil said with a cold smile, "I will kill you over and over and over again."

Premier convulsed.

"Every second I shall take your life, and the next, I shall restore it. We shall see if you remain so committed to your ignorance regarding Laeh. Let us find out, Premier Vaelgrim, Firstborn of Noah Vaelgrim, if you truly possess the spirit you claim."

"Furthermore, I will hunt down the remaining Elysiari," Soleil added, observing Premier’s terror-stricken trembling. "I will join the pursuit of the Elysiari and eradicate every last one of them."

"So, I ask you for the final time," he declared, pressing a finger of flame against Premier’s brow. The youth shrieked in pure torment.

"Where is Laeh, the Main World of the Madman?"

Premier was sobbing and wailing, his vocal cords so scorched that his voice sounded like the grinding of dry metal.

Even through the soul-crushing agony, he managed to force out his reply.

"I—I KNOW NOTHING!"

Soleil’s expression twisted into a demonic smirk. "Then so be it. The first death."

BOOOOOMMMM!

Premier’s mind and body exploded simultaneously. Everything was reduced to cinders.

Yet those ashes swirled and coalesced, reconstructing Premier and forcing him back to life.

He opened his eyes, only to hear:

"The second death."

Soleil’s pitiless voice rang out once more.

And he died again.

Standing behind them, Rue Octave watched, wishing he could simply vanish from existence.

To witness such a spectacle was beyond horrific.

But escape was impossible.

He remained there, a silent witness to the infinite cycle of deaths Premier, Firstborn of Noah Vaelgrim, suffered for his silence.

In that moment, for reasons he couldn't explain, a thought crossed Rue Octave’s mind.

'What would happen if that Madman actually returned to life?'

He didn't know why the idea surfaced, but the mere thought filled him with a dread even greater than the fear Soleil inspired.

He grit his teeth, dismissing the idea as impossible, all while the scene continued to unfold.

By now, Premier was already enduring his twelfth death.

Elsewhere, within the domain of the Celestial, deep inside their primary world where the captives were kept, Apollo received a visitor.

Apollo’s eyes, shaped like inverted golden pyramids, pierced the Living Darkness to focus on the newcomer.

A dry laugh bubbled in his throat. "Well, this is interesting. Is the faction facing its end? Or is it something even more dire? Please, do tell, to what do I owe this visit, Light-Touched?"

The entity known as Light-Touched, the Overseer of Law, regarded Apollo with a face of pure apathy.

Even though her body was composed of a dense, radiant cluster of golden light, her feminine silhouette was unmistakable.

Her face was a blank slate—no eyes, no nose, no mouth, and no ears.

Nevertheless, Apollo could sense the disdain radiating from every part of her being.

"An incident has occurred within our Universe," Law stated, her voice chillingly mechanical and cold.

"Oh? And what sort of incident would that be?"

"The kind that results in you, a being tainted by corruption, being granted your freedom," she replied. "The Progenitor has requested your aid in dealing with the trespassers slumbering beyond the boundaries of our universe."

"And why would I agree to that?" Apollo scoffed loudly. "You have kept me caged for eons. Now that things have gone sideways, you suddenly find yourself in need of me?"

"My dear Law, what exactly do you take me for?"

"It is quite pathetic and almost cute that you think you have a choice, Apollo," Law remarked dismissively. Apollo’s brow furrowed. "Firstly, this is a direct command from the Progenitor. Whether you are a True Child or not, disobedience will result in your execution and the total erasure of your soul."

She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Don't you realize how much I would enjoy doing it?"

"Do you truly have the strength?" Apollo snickered. "During our last encounter, it took my sister, the other Legacy Bearers, and the Celestial Beasts combined to bring me down."

"I have grown stronger, Apollo," Law countered. "Far more powerful than you could possibly imagine. Unlike you."

Apollo started to retort but fell silent as Law spoke again with sharp precision.

"However, all of that is irrelevant, because I am certain you will choose to fight for the sake of our faction."

The Firstborn of Light frowned, unsettled by Law’s unwavering confidence.

And then she struck.

"If the first reason isn't enough, consider the second." She held up two fingers. "Quite simply, I will personally inform the Progenitor that two of his children have committed one of the ultimate taboos."

Apollo’s eyes stretched wide. "No..."

"Oh, yes," Law said, stepping deeper into the prison as the Living Darkness hissed at her presence. "You would be a fool to think I was unaware of the situation regarding Apollonia of BrightSky. I knew all along, Apollo, you utter idiot. Have you forgotten that I was the one who nominated her as a candidate for the Throne?"

"Don't tell me..." Apollo’s voice shook for the first time.

Suddenly, a wide maw filled with jagged, uneven teeth tore open on Law’s featureless face as she smiled with pure venom.

"Oh yes, indeed, Apollo," she whispered. "I only selected her for the Throne because of that secret. And oh—!" She let out a sharp laugh.

"It was truly entertaining to watch you two siblings conspire to hide your tryst. How heartwarming it was to see you accept imprisonment just to protect your sister..."

Her voice became as sharp as a blade. "...that very same sister who has since forgotten you. The same sister who surely whimpers like a bitch in heat every night in her husband's bed."

"Oh, Apollo, Firstborn of Light..." Her malicious grin widened. "How far you have fallen."