Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 477 - Light of Mercy

In Dark Times, the Eye Begins to See.

That phrase, descending as though from the universe's radiant glow, sparked the very Seed of Mercy which Noah had bestowed upon Premier.

This effect, combined with his personal grasp of Mercy, forged an event utterly unique across the entire chronicle of the cosmos.

Premier's form glowed with such intense brilliance that gazing upon him caused pain. Even Foxy and Fated struggled against it.

They drew in sharp breaths of astonishment, rising swiftly and retreating a few paces, observing the scene with tense eagerness.

All of them recognized precisely what unfolded before them.

"He succeeded!" Foxy exclaimed, joyful tears streaming down as she strained her vision past the dense veil of red light, eager to behold her brother's renewal.

Fated remained close by her side, utterly captivated by the unfolding spectacle.

Yet beyond that, a strange response stirred within her, resonating with the radiance enveloping Premier.

The energy bursting from her elder brother bore an uncanny resemblance to the innate abilities Origins acquired upon their aware emergence.

The quality differed, yet the essence and core remained the

same.

But how could such a thing occur?

Fated's frame grew rigid, her mouth parched, rejecting her own conclusion. Yet as though they perceived it too, Destiny and Caus materialized in the chamber, their gazes locked upon Premier.

Foxy spotted their oddly contorted expressions, yet in that instant her thoughts were overwhelmed by the gale of elation sweeping through her being.

"Finally!" She nearly bellowed, her fingers clenching into tight fists.

At the same moment, Premier Vaelgrim underwent a profound rebirth. Not mirroring his father's path, but through a deeply introspective and aware transformation.

In that very moment, as the glow intertwined around his frame, enveloping his essence like a mother's gentle embrace, Premier sensed himself as a snake casting off its old hide to evolve into a genuine Dragon.

He perceived every aspect of himself shifting in a fundamental manner; his Mercy power surging forward steadily and without fail.

However, Mercy wasn't his sole ability.

End belonged to him as well. And with Mercy's elevation, his End benefited greatly, evolving into a more profound and refined form.

Premier couldn't recall the duration since the ritual's start. Yet he had endured his body dissolving repeatedly before reforming once more.

Before long, he sensed the Light of Enlightenment withdrawing into his core, and with it, the conclusion of the change emerged through his hazy, stirring awareness.

Foxy, Fated, Destiny, and Caus drew nearer to their elder brother as the glow's ferocity faded.

Their movements carried caution, particularly among the Origins kin, who remained uncertain on how to proceed or what truly transpired.

Noah's Firstborn parted his eyelids, revealing white sclera with red pupils resembling folded hands in supplication.

This mere gesture prompted his siblings to stagger back a pace, their spirits compelled to yield in mercy before Premier.

They each suppressed those impulses arising from Premier's inherent aura.

Yet the individual in question paid them no heed, his focus fixed on the alerts from The Records, which blazed in vivid red hues.

[Premier Vaelgrim, Firstborn of Noah, you have accomplished a feat unseen beneath the heavens.]

[An achievement beyond even your father, The Glorious Prince.]

Premier's pulse raced at the declaration.

[Your Mercy affinity has transcended, ascending to the rank of a Sub-Origin Concept via a chain of occurrences.]

[You have acquired a new title.]

[New Title: Light of Mercy]

[You have received a Blessing.]

[LOGOS Blessing: Cupped Hands of Mercy.]

Premier's pupils shimmered, and for a brief second—merely a passing moment—all the universe's mercy rested within his grasp, at his fingertips, ready for his command.

Still, that sensation vanished as abruptly as it had arrived.

And Premier slipped into unconsciousness, his being adapting to the immense blessing and strength he had newly attained.

All this transpired with his siblings nearby, witnessing firsthand the emergence of something extraordinary.

The emergence of the Light. And where Light existed, Mercy followed.

And where Mercy dwelled...

Premier Vaelgrim stood present.

Thus,

HE came into being.

Meanwhile, Soleil and Rue abruptly materialized at the location where Sunny had been.

But Sunny existed no longer; the Will of the World, having fallen to Lhysta's Dream, now merged seamlessly into the Dream itself.

Consequently, Lhysta's might surged even further, her Dream World advancing another stride, which gravely intensified the plight of both Soleil and Rue.

Soleil bled from every orifice, a profound and eerie wound tracing down his skull, exposing hints of his otherworldly mind composed of stellar fires.

He hovered there, adrift in the emptiness, his form quaking with blazing fury.

Rue Octave, positioned next to him, chose to remain quiet.

The individual had astonishingly evaded direct harm in the clash, suffering only minor injuries from stray effects. He regarded Soleil, though his gaze held an unnatural quality.

It deviated from the typical dread, admiration, and deference.

No, far from it.

Instead, it brimmed with loathing, contempt, and profound-seated grudge. The intensity felt ancient and foreign, flickering as if the sentiments weren't truly his own.

Rue recognized those emotions as alien to him. Or did he?

For if so, why did fragmented recollections surface of him conspiring with others on slaying Soleil and seizing his Origin?

Hadn't he joined with enthusiasm?

Rue felt bewildered, and his swirling doubts halted sharply at Soleil's icy tone.

"Axis of Sun, Third Ladder - Sun of Renaissance."

A radiant golden-white sun materialized behind him, then merged into Soleil's form, mending his injuries in a single surge. Jets of white luminescence burst from him, hissing and crackling. Amid the healing, Soleil's thoughts whirled chaotically, pondering his next course.

Law had dispatched him urgently to the universe's lower east, yet following recent events, Soleil recognized the need to issue the alert.

However, aware of the Dreamspawn's vexing abilities, he hesitated to allow the lower east's peril to escalate, particularly with his uncle Apollo liberated; undoubtedly coordinating with the Light-Touched in some pact.

The threat loomed large. And his mother remained absent.

Soleil swore under his breath, his solar eyes spinning wildly and without pause.

It was then that Rue's frame jerked, drawing Soleil's attention to the man at last.

His gaze sparked faintly with a notion. He seized Rue Octave's shoulders in a vise-like hold, fiercer than any predator's talon, "Listen closely, worthless scum." Soleil snarled, his breath scorching like embers, "You will head straight to the Celestial's primary realm, Luminary, and report every detail you've witnessed to the Light-Touched."

"Do you understand?"

Rue nodded cautiously, "Y-Yes!"

"I swear, Rue Octave," Soleil pressed on, as Rue's shoulders liquefied into seething tissue beneath his grasp, "if you fail me once more, I'll end you. I'll destroy all you cherish. I vow it upon my honor."

Soleil released him at last, then lashed out with a fiery leg into Rue's midsection; it groaned, fractured, softened before hurling Rue Octave away like a shooting star toward Luminary.

His far-off cry of agony shattered the void's quiet dignity.

Afterward, Soleil cracked his neck, his mind lingering on the Dreamspawn's parting words before she vanished, "Touching the Blessed means touching The One Who Dreams, means touching The Truth. You don't want to do this, boy. And if you do dare...the whole Dreamspawn's Universe will be on you." "Now I shall go. For your death is not my task. But the task of Mercy! Oho, I hope you saw that Light. But you cannot; for you have eyes yet you do not see."

Recalling the statement, the Sun's Carrier brimmed with excessive outrage and rage coursing through his core.

"I will kill them."

He snarled.

"I will eradicate these cursed Vaelgrim, reducing their souls to dust."

He vanished amid a gust of cinders, rushing to fulfill his duty, his vow still resounding in the wake. "May The Records be my Witness." -End of Chapter 477-