Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 6 6: The Path Forward

Noah gave a brief look at the shimmering golden interface before dismissing it with a simple thought.

This system was a universal constant—a reality accessible to every living soul in this world. However, it served neither as a mentor nor a guide. It provided no words of comfort or hidden wisdom.

Its sole purpose was to record.

It functioned as a cold, clinical mechanism that only stirred when a person hit a specific milestone, presenting them with choices or granting titles that shifted the very nature of their existence.

It possessed no mercy, no emotion, and no flair for the dramatic.

Noah’s own system, however, was a different beast entirely. While the Akashic Records did nothing more than log his current state, his personal system provided him with raw power. It granted him the ability to share the strength of the women he bonded with, allowed for meticulous progress tracking, and offered an adaptability that far surpassed the common man.

That distinction changed everything.

Releasing a breath, he surveyed the area. The layer of ice he had conjured earlier still clung to the floor and walls, serving as a physical testament to his awakening. Yet, the moment he commanded it to vanish—

It disappeared instantly.

The temperature rose as the air grew warm again. The room reverted to its original state, leaving no trace of the frost that had just been there.

He turned his head, his focus landing on his mother.

A faint, satisfied smile crossed his face.

"Mother, I succeeded. I’ve managed to awaken a—"

His sentence was cut short by a sudden, radiating warmth.

His mother had lunged forward, pulling him into a powerful embrace.

She held him with a desperate, protective strength, as if afraid to let go.

"I know, my child. I know," she whispered, her voice shaking slightly. "You must be completely drained after an awakening of that magnitude."

Noah stood motionless.

He had anticipated words of praise, a simple nod of acknowledgment, or perhaps a look of pride.

But this?

This intense, visceral affection?

She eased her grip just enough to look him in the eye, her violet gaze burning with a fierce light.

"Go to your chambers and rest. We can talk about your future and your training regimen another time."

A gentle smile played on her lips.

"I am incredibly proud of you."

Noah felt a sharp pang in his chest.

In that fleeting second, he wasn't Noah Weaverheart anymore.

He was Brandon from Earth—the boy who had lost his mother far too soon.

And here, for the first time since that tragic loss, he felt the warmth he believed was gone for good.

The love of a mother.

Constant. Absolute. Authentic.

A lump tightened in his throat, but he forced himself to swallow it down.

His mouth curved into a small, sincere smile.

It was the first genuine expression he had made since his reincarnation.

"Thank you, Mother."

Selene’s heart practically melted at the sight. 'My baby is just too adorable!!!!'

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Back in his private quarters, Noah sat in a meditative posture on his bed. With Neko nowhere in sight, he was left alone to process everything.

'System, display my profile.'

A translucent purple window shimmered into view before him.

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Name: Noah Weaverheart Race: Human Rank: E Titles: The Reincarnator Bloodline: Weaverheart's Bloodline – Favored by Ice Physique: None Affinity: Ice (SSS Rank) Talent: Sovereign of Ice (SSS Rank)

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Noah’s eyes remained fixed on his affinity status.

In this realm, an affinity was more than just a power level; it defined the very path a soul was meant to walk.

Someone gifted with a Fire Affinity would find manipulating flames as natural as breathing, yet they would struggle immensely with water-based arts. Affinities weren't restricted to the natural elements, either.

They could be rooted in concepts—warfare, destiny, time, or even space. Some were as abstract as the concept of cutting or total dominance.

With each passing year, the discovery of new affinities proved that the potential of this world was limitless.

But one fact remained undisputed.

The higher the rank, the more profound the connection became.

A cultivator possessing an SSS-ranked Ice affinity wouldn't merely manipulate frost.

They would embody Ice itself.

Noah tightened his grip, sensing a cold pulse thrumming through his meridians.

He wouldn't have to toil as hard as his peers; his sheer affinity would bridge the gap. Still, he knew better than to become complacent.

'Show me my skills.'

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<Title Skills>

The Reincarnator: 1. Your soul is unique. Under the right circumstances, you can unlock the affinities of Space and Time. 2. You are granted one revival per month, provided your soul remains undamaged.

<Talent Skills>

Ice Manipulation: Absolute and effortless control over ice.

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Noah’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Usually, a title provided either a passive effect or an active skill—rarely did it offer both.

When a title did grant both, it signified only one thing:

It was a monstrously powerful title.

And that was exactly what he had.

"Space and Time... the most elusive affinities in existence," he whispered to himself. "The only individual I'm aware of with a Space Affinity is Elijah."

But that second ability...

Resurrection.

Once a month, provided he wasn't soul-shattered.

His hand clenched into a fist.

That was simply broken.

Titles were prized for a reason; the more difficult they were to earn, the more world-shaking their benefits. And Noah’s?

His was likely among the most difficult titles to ever be recorded.

A slow, confident smirk spread across his face.

This revelation made him want to chase after impossible challenges just to see what other titles he could hoard.

But there was no need to rush.

He would claim them naturally as he ascended.

He shifted his attention toward his Ice Manipulation talent.

Unlike titles, the progression of talent skills followed a rigid structure.

Every talent provided a single skill at birth. The difference lay in the potency of the talent; the higher the rank, the more powerful that initial skill was. Upon reaching C-rank, additional skills would manifest. By the time he hit SSS, he would have six distinct techniques—six powers capable of toppling kingdoms.

Noah made a sudden motion with his wrist.

A sharp fragment of ice materialized above his hand.

He forced it to change shape—from a sphere to an arrow, then into a blade. Each shift demanded more from his Dantian.

By the time he attempted to forge it into a full sword, his concentration began to waver. The ice shook, its edges turning translucent and unstable.

His mana was being sucked dry.

"Huff... huff..."

The moment his focus snapped, the ice dissolved into a fine mist.

Noah let out a sharp exhale.

"I definitely have a lot of training ahead of me," he muttered.

It wasn't merely a matter of willpower. The more elaborate the construct, the heavier the mana cost. He needed better precision, higher efficiency, and a much larger pool of stamina.

"I'll talk to Mother about a training plan later."

For now, he had more pressing matters to consider.

His expression grew grim.

This world was overseen by the Goddess of Light and Justice.

She had designated Elijah as her chosen champion, providing him with divine favor to combat the demonic hordes and beasts emerging from the dungeons.

The moment Elijah awakened, the Church of the Goddess would move to claim him.

That institution was a titan, rivaling the Four Great Families and the Royal Bloodline in power. Their strength wasn't just in politics—it was rooted in spiritual authority.

Faith was a lethal tool, and their reach touched every level of society. With the Church backing him, Elijah would be virtually untouchable.

And that wasn't even accounting for the obsessive, yandere Saintess who would be by his side.

Tsk. What a lucky bastard.

After that, he would head to Apex Academy—the elite school where the strongest of all races gathered to train.

Train?

What a joke.

That man would only be there to expand his ever-growing harem.

Noah’s jaw set firmly.

Not this time.

His silver eyes shimmered, a miniature blizzard swirling within his pupils.

Step one: Hit Rank C through rigorous training and clearing dungeons.

Step two: Enter Apex Academy at age fifteen and intercept the main cast.

A dark smirk played on his lips.

"What better way to dismantle his harem than to take them right from under his nose?"

But before all that...

The princess.

Her talent was far too legendary to ignore.

Noah’s path was decided.

—End of Chapter 6—