Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 3 3: The World

Noah stood before the mirror, examining his own image.

Silken purple hair cascaded in long strands past his shoulders. His silver eyes were sharp and intense, reflecting the surroundings like polished glass. A smirk played on his lips.

At the very least, my appearance is top-tier now.

Noah Weaverheart was undeniably a lady-killer—the sort of man who could command attention with just a look. Had his predecessor utilized this face effectively, his fate would have been entirely different.

Tch. What a waste. If the previous Noah possessed even a shred of intelligence, even the protagonist would have struggled to compete against a face like this.

However, that was the past.

This time, he intended to leverage his looks, his intellect, and—most crucially—his system to claim everything he desired. That included the princess who was fated to desert him for the protagonist.

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After cleaning up, Noah positioned himself by the window, looking out over the sprawling Weaverheart estate.

The morning sun draped the landscape in a golden hue. Vast training grounds, vibrant gardens, and grand marble edifices extended toward the horizon. It was a residence fitting for a member of the Four Great Families.

And yet…

This world is truly chaotic.

Noah had only managed to read fifty chapters of the novel before his death. But the little he knew had gripped him instantly.

It was a world ruled by mana, defined by the presence of monsters, dungeons, and constant conflict.

Centuries ago, gates manifested throughout the globe, vomiting forth nightmarish creatures—goblins, orcs, dire wolves, dragons, and the undead. Every conceivable horror emerged.

But the gates introduced another element as well.

Mana.

A cryptic energy that triggered human potential, providing them with supernatural capabilities.

Humanity used this power to fight back. However, they weren't the only ones transformed. Mana also sparked the rise of other races—elves, dwarves, beastmen, and demons.

Instead of forming a united front, these races fractured the world, staking claims on different continents. A fragile peace ensued.

Except for the demons.

They remained the true adversaries, thriving on war and chaos.

Consequently, the other races allied to establish an academy for training their most gifted youth. It was a sanctuary where all races lived side by side.

This was the same academy where Elijah—the protagonist—would gather women like Pokémon.

Noah muttered under his breath with a scowl.

"Damn you, Elijah."

…

In this world, the system of power progression was quite direct.

Upon reaching twelve years of age, every child would undergo an awakening of their innate talent, which was ranked from E-rank to SSS-rank.

E-rank? Completely worthless.

SSS-rank? A literal god among mortals.

Following their awakening, they were formally acknowledged by the Akashic Record—a mysterious system that managed strength and status. It tracked every deed and achievement; if one performed a truly significant act—whether virtuous or malevolent—it bestowed a title.

These titles were far more than mere labels.

They provided tangible power.

The more unique and potent your titles, the more powerful you became. In this reality, strength wasn't solely determined by talent.

It was a matter of existence. Only through the accumulation of achievements and titles could one's level of existence be raised.

Once your existence hit a specific limit, the Akashic Record offered a choice.

The clearest example of this was Aura.

To attain A-rank, one had to manifest their Aura—the externalization of a person's presence and energy. This could be reached through decades of harsh training or by gathering enough titles. Once your existence reached the necessary threshold, the Akashic Record would present a variety of Auras based on your history and the path you took. Naturally, the more extraordinary your journey, the more insane the options became.

A similar rule applied to S-rank, but instead of Aura, one unlocked their Intent—a profound, personal grasp of a specific concept so deep it could warp reality itself.

As for SS-rank and what lay beyond…

Noah was in the dark.

He had never finished the book.

But one fact was certain—power was something that could be seized.

If you were clever, courageous, and sufficiently reckless, you could compel the Akashic Record to recognize you.

That was the specific loophole he planned to exploit.

Because, unlike the rest of the world…

He possessed a system. And a very special one at that.

Just as he began to plot his next move—

Knock. Knock.

"Young Master, may I enter?"

It was a voice he recognized.

Noah turned toward the entrance. "Yes."

The middle-aged maid he had seen earlier walked in, her body tense and her gaze fixed on the floor.

Noah grasped the reason immediately.

His predecessor had been a spoiled brat who bullied the staff, knowing his mother would never hold him accountable.

Now?

They lived in fear of him.

How bothersome.

He let out a sigh. "Do you need something?"

The maid recoiled at his voice before stuttering, "T-The Lady is waiting for you in the dining room."

Noah gave a nod. "Guide me."

The maid stopped in her tracks. "…What?"

He knit his brows. "Do I have to repeat myself?"

"Ah! N-No, Young Master! Right away!" Shaking, she practically bolted into the corridor.

Noah followed, lamenting internally. I feel bad for her… but I have no idea where the hell the dining room is.

If only he had been given the memories of his predecessor.

System, at least do your job properly next time.

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The dining hall was immense, yet it felt strangely deserted.

A massive mahogany table dominated the room, though only two chairs were placed at the opposite ends.

It was logical.

The Weaverheart household consisted of only two members.

Noah and his mother.

His father?

He was a complete mystery.

Not that it was important.

"Hello, Mother."

Sitting at the head of the table was a breathtaking woman with silver hair and sharp violet eyes.

Selene Weaverheart.

She was one of the most powerful women in the Empire of Castria, the heart of the human domain.

A truly formidable figure.

She gave a smile, opening her arms wide. "Come here, my baby. Give Mommy a hug."

Noah paused.

The previous Noah had always spurned her affection.

However, if there was one person he needed to win over immediately, it was her.

He walked forward and embraced her.

Selene went rigid.

Her arms stayed frozen in mid-air, her mind seemingly unable to handle what was happening.

Noah pulled back slightly, tilting his head to the side. "Mother? Is something wrong?"

Her grip suddenly tightened around him.

Noah could feel her body shaking.

Shit. Did I overdo it?

Selene moved back, her purple eyes searching his.

"What's wrong with you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You never let me hug you."

Noah exhaled, putting on a bashful smile. "I realized… I've been an idiot."

He looked toward the floor. "People always say I'm nothing without you. That I'm weak, talentless. That I'll never finish my training. I didn't want to rely on you forever, so I tried to distance myself."

Selene’s expression softened.

Noah didn't even need to fabricate a lie.

This was exactly why his predecessor had behaved that way.

Selene reached out, cupping his face in her hands. "You know, you don't have to care about what others say."

Then—

The temperature in the room plummeted.

A suffocating murderous aura filled the air.

Selene’s voice became razor-sharp and cold.

"…And just wait, my love. I'll find everyone who said that about you and make them regret being born."

Noah felt a chill. That yandere switch was way too fast.

He cleared his throat. "Uh, right. So… why did you call me here?"

Selene leaned back, a smirk returning to her face.

"You know that tomorrow is your twelfth birthday."

"The day of your awakening."

"Are you ready?"

Noah’s heart hammered against his ribs. His fingers gave a slight twitch.

Already?!

The story was set to begin tomorrow.

System, show my mother's affection level.

[Affection Level: Selene Weaverheart – 90%]

Does that mean I can share her talent?

[No. The rank of your mother is SS. As an unawakened person, you can only share with people up to C rank.]

Noah cursed. 'Shit. That's a problem.'

"Of course, Mother. I'm ready."

He forced himself to smile.

—Or I will make sure to be before tomorrow.

I mean, with my appearance, it's not impossible that someone fancies me in secret, right?

Noah's gaze turned cold and determined.

And even if there is none. I would make sure there is one before tomorrow morning.

…But wait. If my mother's obsessed with me, why isn't it 100%?

[90% is the highest a mother's love can naturally reach. Anything beyond that… is something else entirely.]

Noah blinked, his mind reeling.

Then— a chilling realization began to dawn on him.

No. That couldn't be what it meant… right?

End of Chapter 3.