Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 474: Dreamspawn

"The Dreamspawn?" Soleil repeated, his brow creasing so deeply that his features crumpled like a shriveled mass. "How could they breach the universe? They stood as the most unlikely to pull it off."

"But they managed it anyway," Law replied. "Even so, their success came across as far too smooth to have happened without outside help."

"Are you suggesting," Soleil responded, "that traitors lurk within the universe itself?"

"Does that truly shock you? It ought not to, Bearer of Sun. If your own mother could turn against her brother for the sake of power..."

Law curved her lips in a smile, using only her visible eyes to express it.

"...then what could prevent the universe's other inhabitants from following suit? Absolutely nothing, Bearer of Sun. Not a single thing."

Soleil kept his radiant eyes locked on Law without a flicker of emotion.

From the start of their discussion, the Light-Touched had relentlessly pushed to drag him from his calm state, aiming to ignite his fury through repeated jabs at his mother.

This felt odd.

He had faced her barbs before, yet never had she unleashed them so boldly in the open.

What had shifted? Soleil pondered silently, holding his external composure firm even as chaos stirred inside him.

The response to that puzzle lay plain and simple before him.

It stemmed from Apollo's release, the freedom of his uncle.

'Could Uncle Apollo and the Light-Touched be involved?' He reasoned, though Law's words yanked his focus back to the moment.

"Pay attention here, Bearer of Sun," she instructed. "Traitors hide in our midst. Traitors who smoothed the path for the Dreamspawn to invade the universe."

"Any clues on their identity?" Soleil inquired, choosing to shelve his suspicions for now.

"This isn't straightforward," Law noted, drumming her fingers steadily on the armchair crafted from pure light. "We can't point fingers lightly. Doing so would only spark more chaos that benefits the betrayers. Our ranks already fracture; we mustn't deepen the rifts. That isn't our aim."

"And it isn't precisely your aim either, Bearer of Sun," Law added, directing her slim index finger toward him.

"Your mission centers on eliminating those Dreamspawn and safeguarding the universe's low east region. Collect intel on the traitors if you can, but treat it as a side effort only."

She halted, her gaze piercing into Soleil without wavering.

"Do my instructions ring clear for you, Bearer of Sun?"

"Crystal clear," he affirmed with a straightforward nod.

"Excellent," Law stated. "One more thing: you'll join forces with Horus, the Falcon of the Falconer, representing the Divine Beast faction."

Soleil raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Horus? Didn't he—!"

The rest caught in his throat as memories of a fresh incident flooded back.

Law nodded, validating his recollection.

"With the First Abomination's demise, his pilfered Records of Sky, Kingship, and Vision have been restored. He's reclaimed his strength and burns to restore his faded honor."

Law offered another smile, then held back briefly to let Soleil catch up with her rapid words.

"I'm confident he'll prove a solid ally for this mission. Plus, it's a prime chance to mend ties between us. No matter our independent ways, now isn't the moment for such divides."

"When do I set out?" Soleil questioned bluntly, eager to leave the scene.

"The sooner, the better," Law answered. "Truth be told, you should head off right now. We can't let things spiral further."

"Very well," Soleil murmured. "I'll leave after a quick visit to my realm."

With that choice made, he vanished entirely, no further words exchanged, abandoning Law to sit by herself.

The woman smirked, and then a murmur echoed in her ears, buried deep within her thoughts.

"Are you certain of this choice? Why the sudden openness now?" The murmur persisted. It carried the scratchy tone of a damaged recording.

Law merely grinned wider, shutting her eyes.

"What have I done wrong? I merely conversed with him as I would anyone else."

"You're growing overly daring," the voice warned. "This change in your demeanor will draw suspicion."

"Let it, then," Law replied with a grin. "Allow them their doubts."

The voice went quiet, then withdrew into the recesses of her mind.

...

In Sunny World once more, Rue started to stir back to awareness bit by bit.

He roused himself in a daze, his frame popping and grinding with sharp noises as he moved.

"What... what occurred?" he rasped out in agony, his throat rough and parched, while a fierce pounding hammered at his head.

He let out a pained grunt.

Glancing about, Rue Octave spotted the crude shelter he'd built now reduced to rubble, deepening his confusion.

He twisted around, his gaze landing on Premier, who continued his endless cycle toward death. Rue's sight dropped lower, catching a runic array pulsing with golden radiance beneath Premier.

Those runes handled both the slaying and the endless resurrection of Noah's Firstborn.

He hacked up a cough, expelling saliva blended with a golden-flecked fluid.

Rue felt utterly adrift, his thoughts tumbling wildly until the surroundings seemed to spin around him.

He rose unsteadily, scrubbing his lips with his hand's back. Little by little, clarity returned to his mind, the throbbing ache fading into nothing.

With a heavy breath, Rue turned his eyes to the faltering Premier, watching as his form crumbled further with each passing second.

He advanced a step closer, driven by an impulse to act. An impulse like...

'Water?' Rue wondered to himself. 'Right, he could use some wat—!'

RIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!

Rue flinched in utter horror as the Sunny World sky above tore open like a blood-soaked rag.

The roar blasted out like thunder from a megaphone, sending tremors through the entire realm, shaking it as if a fragile soul froze in Antarctica's grip.

At once, the Will of the World roared in fury and torment,

"WHO DARES!!!!"

Flames burst forth, searing ground ripped asunder, then surged toward the heavens.

In a flash, it appeared as if the world met its doom.

That's when Rue's vision caught a detail. And the sight hit him like a hammer, threatening to shatter his sanity into fragments.

There, along the fractured sky's brink, creatures started cascading downward.

Skin ashen gray, devoid of any face save for their gaping, serrated maws.

Rue had never laid eyes on them personally, but tales had drilled their identity into him.

"The Dreamspawn!!!" Rue shouted in panic as he toppled backward onto the ground, the soil warping beneath him.

As he fell, his stare crossed something peculiar amid the downpour of Dreamspawn invading this realm.

There, a silver-haired lady with ashen tones and sly, fox-like traits plummeted alongside the Dreamspawn, shielded like a revered sovereign.

Oddly, her presence stirred in him the identical warmth he felt toward Premier—a deep affection and an intense urge to shield her.

All the chaos from those intruders breaching Sunny World unfolded in a blur, too swift for Rue to fully grasp.

The woman's gaze locked onto Premier at once, and upon witnessing his perpetual dying and rebirth, her eyes bulged as if ready to pop free.

Next, her eyes transformed to solid purple, weaving Dreams and illusions of world-ending disasters into the fabric of existence.

Rue trembled uncontrollably.

Her cry thundered across the scene,

"BROTHER!!!!"

Premier's thoughts sharpened into an uncanny focus at her call. He raised his bloodied gaze and head skyward right before his impending end, forcing out a few fractured phrases at the vision of his sister descending from the broken skies,

—End of Chapter 474—