Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 473 - Shifting Memories

Hell gazed at Asaemon, detecting an unusual vibe in the entire scenario.

The creature had anticipated a range of reactions from Asaemon, like terror, rage, or perhaps sorrow and torment upon realizing the betrayal and that his companions were slain or wounded.

Yet Asaemon merely grinned, appearing as though...

"You expected it?" Hell questioned in disbelief. "You foresaw something like this?"

Asaemon simply stared at the monster, his arm still extended toward it, awaiting the formation of the Hell Contract.

"Tell me!" Hell insisted, its gaze igniting with fury.

"They're demons, Hell," Asaemon retorted sharply. "Creatures who turned against their own kind for personal benefit. What made me think they wouldn't betray me too?"

He let out a scoff.

"I'd be the biggest fool in existence if I ever trusted any of them."

"So let's wrap this up, Hell," he went on. "I've got matters to handle."

Asaemon tightened his mouth into a firm line, wishing that whatever held Asmodeus at bay would persist.

If not, every scheme of his would crumble to dust.

Hell, on the other hand, had ceased to worry. The ritual had already started as it drew its own blood along with Asaemon's.

The monster eagerly desired to forge the bond with Asaemon far beyond what the human imagined.

He remained unaware. Truly unaware of what he was surrendering.

Hell chuckled silently within, pushing aside the faint wails of an odd fiery creature from its thoughts.

"Time to start," it exclaimed joyfully.

A ring formed from the mingled blood of Hell and Asaemon burst forth on the earth, surrounding the pair within.

The air grew thick and grave.

Asaemon shook his head, refocusing on the moment at hand. With the contract truly underway...

The individual couldn't shake the sensation of being ensnared; of forfeiting the final remnant of his former self that Noah and Aurelia recognized.

Did it signify anything? To him, yes. But the cosmos cared little.

He amounted to just a larger insect in the vast design... Consequently,

The Hell Contract sealed itself.

And Asaemon surrendered his soul to Lilith's Firstborn, the Hollow of Eden.

...

At the same moment, an odd occurrence unfolded within the Celestial Domain.

Buried deep in the Sunny World, where Premier endured endless torment from Soleil, the Sun's Bearer, Rue Octave occupied a

crude chamber.

Soleil had departed Sunny, summoned by the Light-Touched, as his uncle Apollo gained freedom and commands issued forth.

That revelation struck like divine fury across every Celestial group.

Fear, dread, and terror gripped them all... terror at facing Apollo's vengeance for their actions against his group, especially toward his daughter.

The strain resembled a strangling hold on their necks, hindering even breaths.

In that very moment, amid the many divisions in the Celestial realm...

They rushed to seek shelter either with Idalia Marigold or the Light-Touched, embodiment of Celestial law.

This led to numerous groups vanishing, absorbed into those two powers.

Even Apollo's mere release sparked a major change, one whose deadly implications escaped their notice.

Anyone might ponder the chaos if Apollo truly moved.

It posed a fascinating query, yet Rue paid it no mind. He served merely as Soleil's tool for shady tasks.

He meant nothing. Yet he yearned to mean everything.

Thus, joy filled him upon reclaiming a vital Record taken by Aurelia, the initial Abomination.

Excitement surged through him, and he seized the chance to taunt Premier with this revelation.

The youth shattered more, but uttered only,

"I know nothing."

By then, Rue realized Premier's spirit and thoughts lay utterly shattered. Nothing escaped his lips but those

phrases.

Those phrases revealing his resistance and resolve to perish without treachery.

Unbeknownst to Rue, a spark of respect grew for the Madman's heir.

Beyond that... a sensation resembling affection for Premier stirred within him.

That incident, that emotion, ignited his mental shields.

'What's wrong with me?' Rue pondered, perched on his bed's side, face buried in his palms.

'Why do I suddenly pity the boy? Why this impulse to aid him?'

It defied logic. Rue had craved solely Premier's agony as retribution for Noah's deeds.

And now all shifted?

Confusion clouded him, thoughts sluggish and weighted.

Lately, recollections blurred like dreams.

This dawn, he'd attempted to summon a memory from eons past. Oddly, it eluded him. An impossibility in itself.

That wasn't everything.

Rather, fresh recollections invaded his psyche. Visions of various entities conversing.

He gleaned no insights from them, comprehending none of their discourse. Yet one term—or perhaps a title, unclear—repeated endlessly.

"Harmony..."

Rue whispered without thought.

His eyes bulged as he gasped sharply, throat raw and parched, sensing a terrifying, penetrating stare fix upon him.

A stare so profound it exposed his entire being before it.

He collapsed to the floor, on his knees, clutching his chest, heart pounding like a frenzied, raging stallion.

Sweat droplets beaded and streamed down his features ceaselessly, akin to rain on foliage.

For a fleeting second, Rue believed death neared. But scarcely a heartbeat later, it all vanished like mere fancy. Rue Octave slumped forward onto the ground, consciousness fleeing.

Within his psyche, another transformation took hold.

Beyond the dwelling, Premier faced repeated death and resurrection, his cries echoing everywhere,

"I... k-know... noth-!"

He perished.

For the 57,984th instance.

Concurrently, in the heart of Light-Touched lands, amid voids filled with sourceless glows...

"Where's your mother?" the Light-Touched inquired, known also as Law

or Siren Sora.

She lounged upon her seat of power, her featureless golden mask peering

down at Soleil Octave of BrightSky.

"Hm?" Soleil cocked his head. "Why pose such a question to me?"

He gave a dry chuckle. "As if I'd know my mother's whereabouts."

"Oh? Really?"

"Does that shock you?" Soleil replied. "If you yourself lack the knowledge... no offense,

Law, but how could I possess it?"

Law grew quiet, eyeing Soleil with playful yet icy intent. After a pause, she resumed, tone silky, "No matter. Inform her that her father and beloved

brother ache to reunite. Her brother most of all!" She cackled mockingly.

"Picture being parted from your sibling for ages?"

"I can't relate, sorry."

"No need," Law chuckled. "Simply grasp the emotions weigh enough to wreak havoc." She halted.

"Deeply regrettable havoc."

Soleil's gaze sharpened. "What purpose brought me here, Light-Touched?"

His tone chilled, laced with clear irritation.

"Such haste," Law murmured, then tittered. "Reminds me of your mother."

Soleil opened his mouth to reply, but hushed as Law's following declaration thundered in his skull,

"The Dreamspawn have invaded the universe from the lower east. Your duty calls you there to safeguard it, Bearer of Sun."

-End of Chapter 473-