Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 472 - Hell Contract

Hell's words left Asaemon in silence. He merely gazed at the

chuckling lava-formed canine beast, his gaze turning icier with every moment that ticked by.

A torrent of recollections and ideas surged through his thoughts, dredging up scenes he believed were buried forever. Scenes from the wilds where he had been raised

surrounded by savage creatures - and the path that led him there.

Those recollections unfolded before him like a tale narrated by his sibling, delving further until he relived his initial encounter with Asmodeus.

Most might assume he had sought out Asmodeus, yet nothing could be more incorrect.

Scarcely moments after his formal acceptance as the Second Abomination, Asmodeus approached him directly.

That marked the start of discussions about the Child of Sin and his destined path as a demon.

Asaemon had never grasped the motives behind it, but the notion of becoming a demon filled him with burning revulsion. Deep inside, a fierce rejection always boiled up at the mere notion.

Yet what ignited his fury even more...

"I warned you, Hell," Asaemon snarled, glaring down at Hell with icy red eyes, "never to use that name for me again."

"Oh, Asaemon, you certainly did!" Hell howled with laughter. "But isn't that just so sad and weak of you, dear Asaemon."

Asaemon's brows furrowed so deeply that a deep crease formed between them.

Hell paid little heed. It swished its fiery tail lazily behind it and

pressed on with its speech,

"Do you realize you're faking being someone you're not, Asaemon?" it asked, its jaws parting slightly to release steaming lava. "But what's even more terrible than faking it?"

It didn't pause for a reply.

"It's that you don't even know you're faking it at all."

"And none of that," Asaemon replied, "is any of your business, Hell. Once more, I didn't come here to debate my true self. I'm mature enough-!"

"Come on, Asaemon!" Hell interrupted sharply. "Your years mean nothing here. You spent your youth among wild beasts that saw you as family."

Its gaze sharpened.

"You adopted their habits, their mindset, even their cursed traditions. They molded you entirely, leaving you blind to your real essence at your very heart."

Scorching vapor, fierce as midday sunlight, billowed from Hell's maw. In that moment, its tone shed its rough edge, resembling a mother gently scolding her wayward son for poor company.

"All that you are has been tangled up in pointless chaos, smothering your-!"

"Stop." Asaemon silenced Hell with a chilling, firm tone.

Hell froze, staring at the stern expression of the Second Abomination.

"You won't squander my time further, Hell," he declared, his jaw clenching in rage. "I don't have much left. So speak plainly: will you help me or refuse?"

Hell responded with quiet. It observed him for what felt like ages, its tail tapping the floor in steady beats, its jaws working silently with low, threatening, irritated rumbles.

Finally, after an eternity, it spoke,

"Very well, Asaemon," its voice snapping back to its gruff bark, "I've already explained what's required for my aid. Surrender your soul, and seal

the agreement."

"Anything except my soul," Asaemon shot back. "My soul isn't yours to claim."

"Because you think you hold any power here?"

Hell let out a booming laugh.

"Asaemon, come now, don't fool yourself. To challenge Asmodeus,

a Progenitor, you must at least offer up your soul. Or perhaps it all. Just as..."

Hell trailed off. Asaemon fixed it with a deadly stare, challenging it to go on.

The urge was strong. Yet Hell, much like Asmodeus, harbored a hidden fondness for Asaemon. He sensed it, though the reason eluded him.

Or rather, he knew. But to embrace it would mean facing what he'd been drilled to flee.

And that, he refused.

"Give me your choice, Asaemon," Hell pressed. "Make it, and you might spare yourself yet another pointless sorrow."

His head tilted at Hell's remark. "What are you getting at?"

"Your response," Hell replied simply, its grin enigmatic.

The Second Abomination's brow creased.

A growing sense of alarm stirred within his spirit, though he couldn't tell if it stemmed from Hell or some disturbance

beyond this chamber.

'My soul, is it...' Asaemon mused, shutting his eyes for a second. Then, he envisioned the creatures that had nurtured him.

He observed, reliving the moment he first beheld them. He appeared freshly born, but his thoughts were sharp.

Asaemon glimpsed those beasts upon emerging from a

blood-red egg marked with twisting black patterns, towering like Mount

Everest.

Next, he saw them seize him, intent on slaying him, only halted by an ancient, withered, frail, quivering

chimpanzee.

Following that, a ritual was performed on his form, stripping away his natural ability to perceive a massive fire-formed beast

whining toward him from afar.

A creature that yearned to draw near, to watch over and shield him.

From then on, they reared him, imparting all the knowledge he possessed.

To this day, Asaemon remained ignorant of that fire beast's nature, despite a suspicion lingering in his mind.

But such details held no relevance now. Thus, he breathed out deeply and braced for the unavoidable result of this exchange.

Hell detected the shift and started smirking broadly before any words confirmed it.

"Alright," Asaemon murmured. "Alright, Hell."

He regarded the creature before him.

"We'll forge the Hell Contract," he stated. "But first, inform me of the current situation."

"Oh, that?" Hell chuckled wickedly. "Gluttony turned against you. He seized Envy's Sin Core and dealt a mortal blow to Lust.

That wretched temptress clings to her final breaths. How tragic, right? Now Gluttony sides with Wrath and Pride."

Hell's grin stretched further.

"Envy fades away. Lacking her Sin Core, her strength ebbs. And

Gluttony gains Sloth's might if he devours it. Don't rely on Sloth. Wrath holds her secret offspring captive; she won't battle for you now. Thus, my sweet Asaemon, Child of Sin..."

Asaemon's pupils widened.

"...without my support, you'll perish like your false kin did."

"And your end won't shine like the Madman's, nor carry the brave yet reckless valor - of the First Abomination." "Your demise, Asaemon..."

Hell ran its split, blazing tongue over its lips,

"...befits one who denied his own truth. A meaningless end."

An oppressive hush enveloped the space.

Asaemon watched Hell in stillness, then gradually, a broad, empty smile spread across his features.

SHIVER-!

Hell trembled violently, nearly leaping to its feet, fur bristling all over.

"Ah..." Asaemon uttered. "I understand. I get it. Proceed, Hell."

He extended his arm,

"Initiate the Hell Contract at once."

-End of chapter 472-