Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 476 Me, Myself and I

"Where am I?" Premier wondered in a daze, gazing around the strange space that held him.

Deep down, he sensed he was within his mind. Trapped in his personal consciousness.

However, there was nothing visible. A violet glow enveloped him entirely, adhering to his form like sticky perspiration on flesh.

This violet radiance grew incredibly thick. Thick enough to turn liquid, trickling downward like streams on stone, pooling around Premier's feet.

Premier's brows furrowed slightly as he watched the expanding puddle of violet liquid, poised to engulf him entirely.

He stayed silent. Then, he lifted his hand and touched his index finger to the liquid, verifying his suspicions.

"Foxy." Premier murmured, shutting his eyes. "It wasn't a dream after all..."

Uncertainty gripped him about whether to feel joy or sorrow.

The truth of Foxy descending like a meteor to rescue him confirmed that every ordeal he'd endured—the agonies, the brushes with death inflicted by Soleil—were just as

real.

That truth struck his spirit like a brutal hammer, summoning Soleil's image abruptly in his thoughts, causing him to stumble and plunge into the Dream essence pool with a loud splash.

He cried out, his eyes bulging in sheer terror and dread, convinced death was claiming him again.

Yet, in reality, it proved even more dire.

As soon as Foxy's Dream essence met his head, Premier's gaze emptied utterly.

His form slackened, drifting over the violet glow like a drifting jellyfish.

His awareness plunged further. No longer in his conscious domain, but deeper, ever deeper.

Premier entered a forbidden territory no one explored. He reached the unconscious depths, the shadowy brain region shaping every choice yet hidden from nearly all.

But on that day, Premier Vaelgrim breached it. And the sight nearly crushed his fragile psyche.

...

At the same moment, in Laeh's realm, Foxy sat on a seat next to Premier.

They occupied his chamber.

His frame had been thoroughly washed, stripped of the blood that once soaked him. Still, the wounds remained starkly evident.

His left eye failed to heal, sealed by Soleil's might. His lost legs suffered the identical blockade.

Premier resembled a fractured entity, and that sight prevented Foxy from facing her brother directly.

Nevertheless, she forced herself to do so.

She extended her arm, gently stroking his cheek, observing the persistent twitching of his sealed lids.

"It's starting." She breathed, aware of her brother's probable torment.

"You must endure this, brother." Foxy uttered, her lips quivering faintly. "You have to recall your true identity; it's the sole path forward."

Premier's spirit lay in ruins, a heartbreaking spectacle. Foxy understood without doubt that without reclaiming his essence, he'd spiral to an irreversible abyss despite his rescue.

"Do you believe he'll pull through?" Fated materialized abruptly behind Foxy, eyeing her elder sibling's pitiful condition.

Though she'd never met him, Fated couldn't suppress her sorrow for him.

"He must." Foxy replied, her gaze steeling. "Success is his only option. He chose to tread in father's wake." "To truly follow him, he needs to awaken. He must surpass this trial."

"You know full well," Fated remarked, "that imitating father's path is impossible for anyone. Wouldn't forging his own trail be wiser? Countless routes lead to the summit. Not just father's."

"His stubbornness lacks purpose." Foxy traced his features tenderly. "As the eldest, he yearned to lead by example, to become someone I

could admire..."

At that, Foxy offered a wistful smile.

"...That weight... it's what drove him to this plight."

Fated grew quiet.

She grasped the circumstances deeply. With her extended existence, she certainly recognized how a father's legendary status could doom a son to self-destruction in pursuit.

Occasionally, they triumphed, but failure claimed most.

'Can big brother prevail?' Fated pondered, though she already sensed the

truth.

He couldn't.

Not from lack of effort. Not due to frailty or lack of gift.

But because no one's road matches another's. Beyond that, it stemmed from his father being Noah Vaelgrim.

Oh...

'A blessing and a bane:' Fated mused, glancing at Foxy. 'For father's offspring, it hinges on perspective—a curse or a boon!'

Foxy received the boon. Premier bore the curse.

What of her?

No answer stirred to that query as Premier's form started convulsing wildly, an immense power bursting

forth from within.

"What's going on?" Fated demanded, as Foxy stared at Premier

in astonishment.

...

Far within the unconscious depths of Premier's mind, centuries seemed to unfold, as he experienced—or relived—his entire life from birth onward.

From his father's crafting of him, to Foxy's arrival as an adorable little golden fox, and every moment up to now.

Yet these recollections twisted. Rather than precise recalls, Premier faced modified versions.

Scenes where he perpetually questioned his value; pondering if he merited primacy or if his father might discard him for a superior creation.

Such a feat posed no challenge for his father.

And amid his latest helpless torments, powerless to act...Premier inevitably suspected that perhaps...just

perhaps he held no worth-!

"No."

Premier stopped his swirling doubts, sealing his eyes to steady his

thoughts.

The visions had looped endlessly, nauseating in their repetition of his own image. Through them, though, he pinpointed the root of his endless doubts.

It proved ridiculously straightforward.

Premier had never sought evidence of his value, fixating instead on proofs of his inadequacy.

And those notions were what his brain's cells clung to,

allowing them to taint his entire being.

"Why did I behave this way?" Premier questioned, his hands balling tightly.

Viewing it externally now, he saw his own pitiful, twisted nature.

"Why did I strive so hard to confirm my worthlessness rather than the reverse? Clearly, that's not how I'll grow into a self I admire; a self my father would

admire."

As this insight struck, Premier marveled at its glaring simplicity.

His core issue, from the start, was so basic it bordered on absurd.

'You shape into what occupies your thoughts most.'

If unworthiness dominated his mind, then regardless of his achievements, he'd deem himself unworthy. Not by his father's decree. Not by the world or cosmos.

But by his own conviction. And his mind would forever accept his self-imposed truth.

A vivid scarlet radiance, from an unseen source, illuminated his awareness.

Premier instantly recognized its nature.

The Light of Enlightenment.

He shut his eyes, allowing the glow to envelop his thoughts, as a vital shift occurred, like a long-sealed chest springing open.

Mercy.

Foxy erred. He didn't need to reclaim his past self. He required

to reshape his identity.

He needed...rebirth.

"Just as I show kindness to my kin and allies, I deserve to extend that kindness to myself."

BADUM-!

"Just as I heed my siblings, affirming their value...I deserve to affirm my own."

BADUM-!

The radiance surged wildly.

"None of it works without first granting that to myself."

After all, one can't rescue others while drowning oneself.

Thus,

"To offer mercy to others..."

Premier's mouth curved upward, a serene, compassionate grin gracing his features.

"...I must first grant mercy to myself—me, I, Premier Vaelgrim, Noah's firstborn."

BADUM! BADUM! BADUM!

"Therefore..."

In the outer world, Premier's body blazed like a lighthouse. All who sensed it felt an uncanny wave of compassion stir within. His words resounded beyond, touching Foxy, Fated, and all from sky to soil.

"This is who I am."

-End of Chapter 476-