Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 7 7: Elijah Stoneheart

While Noah Weaverheart's awakening took place, another destiny was being forged elsewhere.

In a different corner of the city, deep within the sprawling Stoneheart domain, a pivotal ritual was in progress.

The Awakening Chamber.

It was a majestic hall illuminated by a gentle golden glow, packed with rows of twelve-year-olds belonging to the Stoneheart Clan—one of the prestigious Four Great Families.

The Stonehearts differed from other noble houses due to their sheer scale.

With a patriarch who possessed numerous wives, a multitude of children, and an even larger network of branch families, they were the most populous of the Four Families.

Within this consecrated hall, the future of their bloodline was about to be decided.

The air in the chamber crackled with anticipation, though a layer of dread lurked beneath the excitement.

This was because the Stonehearts lived by a single, brutal decree.

Strength is everything.

Awaken a formidable talent, and the clan would embrace you as family.

Awaken trash, and you would be viewed as less than a common beggar.

Consequently, the hall was thick with hushed conversations.

"I'm certain Lord Aiden will manifest a legendary talent, just like the Patriarch," a young girl whispered, her eyes filled with hero-worship.

All attention was fixed on Aiden Stoneheart—a youth with golden hair and sharp blue eyes.

Standing at the center of the hall, he radiated arrogance, his mere presence demanding the spotlight.

He was surrounded by other children and sycophants who flocked to him like moths to a flame.

"Indeed! Lord Aiden is bound to be remarkable," another voice added. "And Lady Patricia as well."

The crowd's gaze shifted toward a girl standing some distance away—Patricia Stoneheart.

Her golden locks shimmered under the hall's lights, but unlike Aiden, she remained perfectly still and silent, seemingly bored by the surrounding gossip.

Suddenly, a sneer broke through the murmurs.

"But what about that bastard?"

Cruel laughter rippled through the group.

"Elijah Stoneheart? Hah! I can't wait to see what garbage talent he manifests."

"It will likely be E-rank trash, matching his worthless self."

The mockery persisted, yet one boy did not speak.

He was a boy with golden hair that looked dull from neglect, wearing clothes that were once fine but now hung in tatters. His hands were clenched into shaking fists.

Elijah Stoneheart.

The illegitimate son of Oliver Stoneheart.

He had endured their whispers for years and felt their contempt since the day he was born.

Despite this, he never fought back.

It wasn't just because he was weak—though he certainly was.

It was because he had realized that reacting was a waste of time.

But today… today things were different.

Today, his world would be turned upside down.

His mother had spent hours on her knees, begging and groveling just to ensure he was included in this ceremony.

He refused to let that sacrifice go to waste.

He would never forget the shame they made him feel.

'Just give me a decent talent,' Elijah prayed, his grip tightening. 'An A-rank is all I need. Please, Goddess…'

Suddenly—

BOOM!

The heavy doors of the chamber burst open.

A statuesque woman walked in, her golden dress flowing behind her like liquid sunbeams.

Iris Stoneheart.

The Elder in charge of the ceremony.

She climbed onto the central dais and spoke to the gathered youth.

"Welcome," she said, her voice resonant and authoritative.

"I have come to oversee your awakenings."

Her sharp eyes scanned the faces of the children.

"Step forward when your name is called. Place your palm upon the crystal. Awaken."

A heavy silence descended.

"We shall begin immediately. Julie Stoneheart, step forward."

With that, the ritual commenced.

…

Several hours passed.

Name after name was announced in succession.

However, none of the results were truly remarkable.

At best, a few individuals possessed B-rank talents.

The majority were merely C or D-rank.

Finally, only three children remained.

The primary heirs—Aiden and Patricia.

And the bastard—Elijah.

"Aiden Stoneheart, step forward."

Aiden marched toward the platform, his every movement dripping with conceit.

He pressed his hand against the crystal.

Total silence followed.

Then—

Heat.

A suffocating wave of fire exploded outward, filling the entire room.

The temperature rose sharply. Sweat began to pour down faces, and some children recoiled, gasping for air.

Aiden stood at the heart of the crimson inferno. The air surrounding him sizzled as if he were standing in the center of an active volcano.

As the flames eventually died down, Elder Iris gave a nod of approval.

"Aiden Stoneheart," she proclaimed.

"SS-rank talent—Fire of Destruction."

Shocked gasps filled the hall.

"I knew he could do it!" someone shouted.

"Lord Aiden is truly incredible!"

Aiden wore a smug grin, soaking in the adulation.

Elijah, however, barely noticed the noise.

His heart was thundering against his ribs.

It's almost my turn.

"Patricia Stoneheart, step forward."

Patricia approached with a sense of elegant detachment.

The moment her fingers brushed the crystal, holy fire erupted.

This flame was more than just hot—it was celestial. The fire seemed to purge the impurities from the air, turning the space around Patricia into a sanctuary of purity.

When the light receded, the result was undeniable.

"Patricia Stoneheart," Iris announced.

"SS-rank talent—Holy Fire."

The cheers grew louder, the admiration more intense.

Aiden shot a look at his sister, a hint of annoyance crossing his face.

Patricia merely walked back to her spot, completely unfazed.

Now, only one name was left on the list.

The name of the bastard.

"Elijah Stoneheart, step forward."

Elijah began his walk.

He didn't look scared.

He didn't slouch.

His back was straight.

His mind was set.

He blocked out the glares and the muffled snickering.

Without waiting for a command, he slammed his hand onto the crystal.

In an instant—

The world went wild.

FWOOM!

Roaring flames surged out, swallowing the entire chamber.

But this wasn't a normal fire.

It was something else entirely.

It was hotter, more savage, and completely untamed.

The air began to distort, looking as though reality itself was warping around the boy.

And then—

The crystal liquefied.

It didn't just break.

It melted into a puddle of molten slag.

The room descended into utter chaos.

Children collapsed, struggling to breathe, while some fainted outright.

Even Aiden stumbled, his pride replaced by wide-eyed terror.

Patricia’s stoic mask finally cracked.

Elijah wasn't just surrounded by fire.

He was drenched in light.

And space itself… was shivering.

Three distinct affinities.

Fire. Light. Space.

Suddenly, a beam of golden light fell from the heavens.

As it hit Elijah, his grimy rags vanished, replaced by a white robe adorned with golden inscriptions that wrapped around him.

His golden hair shimmered, wiped clean of all filth. His eyes shone with a fierce, divine radiance.

He stood there, glowing with power.

Then—

{Congratulations, Elijah Stoneheart.}

{You have successfully linked to the Akashic Records.}

Three notifications appeared before his eyes.

{You have manifested three talents:}

• Phoenix's Fire (SSS-rank)

• Light Holder (S-rank)

• Teleportation (A-rank)

{Evaluating your existence…}

{Ding! Ding! Ding!}

{EXCEPTIONAL!}

{You have earned two titles:}

• The Blessed One.

• The Monstrous Genius.

{Your being has been significantly upgraded.}

Elijah had no time to digest the information before—

[Ding! Your system has been awakened.]

[The Champion's System is now active.]

[Greetings, Host.]

'So this is the sensation of true power.'

A grin tugged at Elijah's lips.

It wasn't a simple smile.

It was the smile of someone who had finally grasped their greatest desire—and found it even better than expected.

He turned his head, locking eyes with those who had ridiculed him.

Their skin had turned pale.

Their faces were masks of horror.

Elder Iris approached, her voice trembling with shock.

"Elijah Stoneheart…" she cried out.

"SSS-rank talent of unknown origin… along with two additional talents in Space and Light."

As soon as she spoke those words—

A single realization hit nearly everyone in the room.

'We are dead meat.'

And they certainly were.

—End of Chapter 7—

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