Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 501 He is back

The cosmos wasn't prepared.

Indeed, it wasn't at all, because the Vaelgrim's comeback was a happening powerful enough to jolt it from its innermost depths, preventing any future recovery whatsoever.

Prior to their formal entrance, all events proceeded exactly as anticipated.

Within the Universe's Drought Mana Place, Leah rotated gradually upon its axis, serene and undisturbed.

Deep within, Premier had risen already, engaging in conversation with his sibling, casting a brief look toward the Dreamspawn positioned behind Foxy. The talks flowed smoothly without interruption.

'So now I possess new brothers and sisters,' Premier stated, his gaze more stable and composed. The once-evident craving for fame was gone. In its place lingered only compassion and finality.

'Three additional ones, no less,' he continued gently, 'And each is an Origin.'

He held back a chuckle, shook his head, pondering why anything his father did still caught him off guard.

'I thought you'd show greater excitement,' Foxy observed, 'Now you can embrace your role as the eldest completely. They're rather compliant, too. Ah, save for Fated. She's somewhat impolite, but you understand her.'

'I'm definitely pleased,' Premier agreed with a nod, 'The more, the better.' He let out a laugh, 'That must be father's fundamental belief.'

'Do you mean his habit of acquiring additional wives each time?' She giggled, 'For me, I enjoy having numerous mothers. I'm pampered constantly.'

'Me too,' he replied, 'I long for mother Shadeva in particular. Sigh, I

recall the times she instructed me in that Laeh. How distant was that? Time passes swiftly. It seems like only yesterday, but truly it was millennia past.'

'We've matured now,' she affirmed with a nod, 'You've evolved into someone father would admire, wouldn't you say?'

Premier offered a subtle smile, 'I truly hope that's the case.' He turned his attention at last to the female Dreamspawn behind Foxy, 'You as well, sister. Aren't you remarkable? What's your title these days? The Queen of Dreams?'

He laughed lightly, and Foxy's features twisted in mortification.

'I never have, currently don't, and never will embrace that title.'

The Dreamspawn in the back quivered, evidently desiring to interject yet reluctant to offend her Queen.

'Why refuse it?' Premier shrugged, 'It's a fine one. A title brings along its own authority and fame.'

'As well as responsibilities and repercussions,' Foxy appended, her expression grave, 'I've learned that lesson thoroughly by now. Father instilled it in me effectively. I won't take on anything I'm ignorant about.'

'That's reasonable,' he acknowledged, inclining his head slightly.

A relaxed quietude enveloped them shortly after, though it was swiftly disrupted by an inquiry,

'Father and the mothers aren't truly deceased, right?' Foxy mentioned.

'I know.'

'They'll return.'

'Absolutely!'

'Prepared for it?'

Premier hesitated, then flashed his teeth in a fierce smile, 'Oh, more than

Precisely then, Premier and Foxy both rose from their seats,

their gazes shooting skyward, detecting a force that sent tremors through their essences.

'This... this...' the Dreamspawn stuttered.

The siblings merely broadened their grins,

'Oh...'

Their gazes shimmered,

'He has returned.'

...

Not just Premier and Foxy perceived it.

In the heart of the Celestial Faction, Rue Octave had concluded his session with Law, conveying deceptions befitting a Primordial so cleverly that Law remained oblivious.

He hadn't omitted detailing the demise of his ally, Castria, explaining to Law that he'd slain all his elven attendants and thus faced vengeance from an elven superior.

This narrative rang true, given the elves' disposition. Particularly their recent audacity since aligning with Esmeray, the Primordial

of Dragons.

They'd reclaimed their haughtiness and amplified it further.

Rumors spread of elves integrating into dragon groups. Such a development would spawn an entirely new entity among them.

One blending the finest traits of elves and dragons. That... no one desired to witness.

A scenario, Law surmised, that would immensely aid Esmeray. Her position could ascend to unprecedented heights.

Considering everything, even should Castria not have fallen to the elves;

even though he was someone Law held no regard for... the Celestial

would seize that pretext to strike at the dragons and elves. And

undoubtedly drag others into the turmoil.

Law remained indifferent to the universe's destiny should she ignite such conflict. She—no, they—pursued a far grander prize.

A prize simpler to seize with the universe teetering on collapse.

She understood. They understood. They all damn well understood.

Thus, she would proceed... precisely as Rue Octave had foreseen.

The groundwork was laid, and Rue Octave observed openly as his role shifted gently in a manner he deemed impossible.

The most discouraging aspect was that he contributed nothing personally to it. Aurelia handled it all, influencing Law with such finesse that the woman believed herself the influencer.

In that very moment, Rue grasped that his physique and abilities

had never been the issue keeping him lagging behind Soleil for ages.

No. It was his perspective.

That element that dragged him under, prompting idiotic and timid actions.

At that juncture, his final shreds of assurance shattered,

transforming into glowing embers.

Yet, he lacked opportunity to dwell on such anguish as an extraordinary aura burst across the cosmos.

He—they all—stilled, jerking their heads up, their spirits yearning to kneel for reasons unknown.

A wave of fear coursed through his being, contrasted by deep joy. Only moments later did he recognize these weren't his own sentiments.

They belonged to Aurelia, and Rue Octave caught the soft utterance emerging from her affection's core,

'He has returned.'

Rue Octave collapsed, weeping, sensing impending catastrophe.

Across the cosmos, within Hell's domain, Asaemon and

Asmodeus faced each other, Hell grinning wickedly amid them.

The ongoing exchange appeared tense, evident from the stern looks on both men's visages.

Asmodeus burned with fury above all, glaring at Hell with a deadly stare.

Asaemon, on the other hand, bore the look of a Wandering Spirit. An entity bereft of direction and method.

It seemed his very goal had been eclipsed—devoured—by

another force.

But that ceased suddenly, his eyes widening as an aura enveloped them entirely.

Hell quaked, whining. Asmodeus scowled, glancing above. Asaemon puzzled briefly, then broke into a broad, radiant grin. His initial smile following his brother's passing.

And this day, he grinned once more, because...

'He has returned.'

Exactly then, throughout the universe, The Records' declarations

resonated profoundly in every nook, shaking the frames and essences of everyone. For the initial occasion, all sensed the sentiments woven into those declarations, rendering the following phrase all the more terrifying,

{The Vaelgrim has come back from death.}

The Universe quivered. Yet it wasn't finished. Far from it.

{He... has come back from death. And in his hold lies the Throne of the Dead and Souls.}

They halted, the universe convulsing as if alive. Briefly, it seemed the cosmos leaned... as though... submitting? A horror clenched their cores like a vise. The frailest among

them knelt.

{Praise The Prince - The Child of Reality, and Owner of the Spirit World of Primus.}

A rift tore through the universe, and a figure emerged.

-End of Chapter 501-