HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC50 50: Submit or die.
Leona froze. Her thoughts went blank for a moment—but only a moment. She wasn't ordinary. Her instincts kicked in immediately, her lips parting—
"Beibei, come—"
"Shhh."
The sound was soft, almost tender. But the effect was instant.
Leona's body locked in place. Ice surged over her mouth, silencing her completely before she could even finish the summoning.
Noah stepped forward, eyes calm and disarming. "Nice work, Ester. Your shadow binding's getting better."
From Leona's shadow, a wisp of darkness detached—amorphous, fluid—and slithered back toward Noah, curling at his feet before merging with his own shadow, which until that moment had been… absent.
Leona's eyes widened.
How didn't I notice that?
But it wasn't just her. No one paid attention to the fact that sometimes, under direct sunlight, Noah cast no shadow at all.
Noah raised his hand. A pulse of shimmering magic flickered through the air—a high-grade sound barrier, S-rank. A gift from his mother.
'I miss her already,' he thought, just for a heartbeat, before returning to the matter at hand.
He turned to Leona with a faint smile and removed the ice from her mouth. Her body remained immobile.
"Now, even if you scream… no one will hear you."
Leona stayed quiet. She understood—screaming was useless. Her glare, though, could have cut steel.
"How?" she finally asked. "How did you learn who I am?"
It made no sense. Her identity was buried deep. Her talent—SSS-ranked—was rare enough to cloak her presence like a shield. She was a ghost. Untraceable.
Noah shrugged. "I have my ways."
Then he leaned in slightly. "But that shouldn't be your concern right now."
His voice dropped to a near whisper.
"Do you know what happens when a demon is discovered in the academy?"
Leona's jaw clenched. Of course she knew.
They weren't expelled. They weren't imprisoned. They were tortured. Flayed, broken, and left to die. Mercy didn't exist for demons. Only pain.
But she'd believed in her power. Believed she was untouchable.
And now…
Her lips tightened into a pale, tense line.
"What do you want?" she asked coldly. There was no other reason for this kind of move unless he needed something.
Noah's response was matter-of-fact. "You, of course."
Leona blinked. "What?"
"You're close to Elijah. I need someone in his circle. And, as fate would have it, I discovered your secret. How convenient."
"You want to use me? Against Elijah?" Her voice spiked, incredulous.
Did he think she was some kind of tool?
Noah's smile vanished. His presence shifted, the air dropping several degrees in an instant. His eyes turned cold. Dead.
"Do you think you have a choice, Leona Tenebris?"
Ice bloomed around the room, spreading like veins across the walls and floor.
Leona's body tensed. Her eyes widened.
"Or did you mistake my smile for weakness?"
He moved—slow, deliberate—until he was mere inches from her face.
"You will accept… or you will die. Right here. Right now. And don't bother mentioning the consequences of killing a student."
A freezing aura poured from his skin.
"I don't give a damn," he whispered. "And even if I did—no one would ever know."
Then he touched her forehead with two fingers.
"Ice of Blood."
A chilling scream tore from her throat.
Her body convulsed. Her blood—her very essence—began to freeze. She could feel it. Every vein, every artery, turning to frost.
Noah watched with indifference, as if her agony were a passing breeze.
"One minute," he said softly. "That's all you get. Choose wisely."
He sat down calmly, as if this were a casual conversation over tea. But the frost still lingered in the air, oppressive and suffocating, like the ocean bearing down on a drowning soul.
Leona's thoughts spun. Her power? Useless. Her beasts? If she summoned them, they'd die before they could blink.
She had no way out.
Am I going to die? The thought echoed like thunder through her skull.
Then—clarity.
No, she wouldn't die. She couldn't. Not like this.
"I—I accept!"
Instantly, the ice vanished. Her body thudded to the ground, gasping for breath.
"Hah… hah…" Her breaths were ragged, uneven. She looked up to see Noah smiling again.
"See?" he said lightly. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"
'Fucking lunatic,' she cursed silently. 'A beautiful, smiling monster.'
He reached into his coat and handed her a scroll. "Now, let's make it official. Sign."
It was a soul contract.
SSS-rank.
Her eyes trembled. 'Where the hell did he get this?'
She read the terms—and her hands began to shake. Not from the cold. From fury. From fear.
"A… slave contract?" she whispered.
Noah said nothing. His silence was more chilling than any answer.
Leona gritted her teeth. Then she signed.
A burning sensation tore through her soul. She felt it—something latching on, anchoring her spirit to his command.
"I can't… disobey," she whispered.
"Good." Noah leaned back. "Now, show me your real face."
Leona hesitated. But the contract bound her. She couldn't resist.
The transformation was silent, but unmistakable.
Her brown skin faded to pale ivory. Her tribal markings vanished. Her brown hair turned a shining silver. Red eyes gleamed beneath long lashes. Tall, statuesque. Silver horns curled from her head.
She was stunning. Ethereal. Terrifying.
Noah raised an eyebrow. "No wonder you hid this. Elijah would've lost his damn mind."
Leona looked away, disgusted.
He smiled. He didn't care.
"I have a task for you."
"What?" she asked hollowly.
"Stay close to Elijah. Make sure Elizabeth can't get near him. Not even once. For one full week, no fuck that makes it one month."
"Do whatever it takes."
He paused.
"We'll talk more later… about why you're even near Elijah in the first place. I have other things to do."
And just like that, Noah vanished into the shadows.
Leona stood in silence. Frozen. Processing.
In less than an hour, her world had collapsed. She wasn't just compromised.
She was enslaved.
To Noah Weaverheart.
She shivered. Not from the cold.
"What kind of monster did you make your enemy, Elijah?" she whispered.
She almost pitied him now.
Because Noah… Noah didn't play fair.
Just as she tried to gather her thoughts, a crow tapped against her window. She opened it, and it flew inside.
It opened its beak and spoke:
"Get close to Noah Weaverheart. Bring him to the demon continent."
The crow dissolved into black smoke.
Leona stared at the spot where it vanished.
A message from her true master.
She let out a hollow laugh.
Because now?
She was the slave of the very man she was sent to ensnare.
"Fate is your lover, huh?" she muttered. "I'm starting to believe it."
…
Elsewhere – Patricia's Room
She read the note silently. Just one line:
If you want vengeance—if you want to make him suffer—submit to me.
In another room, Aiden read the same words.
Both messages were signed by the same name.
Noah.
—End of Chapter 50—
A/N:
Guys, it's the perfect time to tell me your thoughts about the story progression.
I am open to all, as long as you say it respectfully.
Thank you for reading and for your support.
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC51 51: My dear Empress
In the grand dining hall of the Academy, hidden within the lavish private lounge reserved only for the special class elites, Sophie Castria sat.
The silence was sharp, like the tension in the air.
Across from her stood two men—mirror images of each other. Blond hair, red eyes, regal posture. They could've stepped out of a painting of the imperial lineage itself.
Isac and Albert Castria. Twin princes of the empire.
Her brothers.
"You asked to see me," Sophie said calmly, her voice poised, her face unreadable.
Isac—the colder, more calculating of the two—stared at her in silence. But Albert? He was already seething.
"Is that how you greet your older brothers?" Albert snapped, his voice a growl.
Sophie didn't flinch. "Tell me what you want. I don't have time for games."
"You little—!"
"Albert." Isac's voice cut through the room like a blade. One word was enough.
Albert froze and gritted his teeth.
"We're here to talk about your relationship with the heir of the Weaverheart family," Isac said evenly.
Sophie didn't react. She'd expected this. Her mother had warned her already.
"What about it?"
"You need to cut it off. Now," Isac said, tone flat but laced with steel. "You were meant to align with the Chosen One—Elijah. Everything was arranged. So why are you playing house with Noah?"
Sophie's voice remained soft. "Do I not have the right to choose who I want to marry?"
"Do I not have the right to love whoever I want?"
Albert scoffed, his expression twisted with disdain. "Know your place, sister. You exist to tie the Chosen One to our bloodline. That's it."
"Love?" he laughed, cold and bitter. "You think you were born for love? Don't be stupid. Your whole existence has been a pawn on the board."
He stepped closer, eyes burning into hers.
"Even that engagement to Noah was just a convenient leash to that cursed witch's bloodline. But now? We have the real prize. The Chosen One. Elijah."
His voice dropped to a venomous whisper.
"So do your damn duty. Stop acting like a whore. You're disgracing the imperial name."
Silence.
Then Sophie spoke. Her voice wasn't loud, but it struck like thunder.
"I see."
Albert flinched instinctively. The power and authority behind Sophie's voice were incredible.
Sophie stood slowly, eyes glowing red—threads of crimson lightning dancing in her irises. The air around her shifted. Electric. Dangerous.
"So that's how it is."
She smiled, but there was no joy in it. Just pain buried beneath elegance.
"I expected this. I really did. But hearing it from your own mouths? Still hurts."
She looked at them—not as family, but as strangers.
"All I ever wanted was to be seen. To be acknowledged. As more than a tool. As a true daughter of the empire. A contender for the throne."
Her voice dropped, quiet and devastating.
"But that was just a fantasy, wasn't it?"
She met their gazes head-on now. Their scorn, their disbelief, their dismissal—it only made her sharper.
"I came here ready to be merciless. But I hesitated… because you were my brothers after all."
She turned toward the door.
"Not anymore."
Albert's voice cut after her like a blade. "Where the hell do you think you're going?! You think that little speech meant anything to us?"
Sophie paused in the doorway. Then, without turning back:
"Noah Weaverheart is my husband. Today. Tomorrow. Until my last breath."
She glanced over her shoulder, voice like steel wrapped in silk.
"And prepare yourselves… because I will become the Empress."
Her red eyes crackled.
"I will have no mercy."
"And for this time, I mean it."
Then she was gone.
Silence flooded the room.
Albert stood frozen. "Did… did that bitch just declare herself a rival for the throne?"
Isac stared after her, then smirked. "Looks like Noah's given her a spine. Can't blame her. With a talent like his backing you… even the sky must look reachable."
Albert let out a low chuckle. "Let her try. We have Elijah now. And with Elijah comes the favor of the goddess herself."
They exchanged a look.
Let her have Noah.
They had divine backing.
Let's see if even he can go against a god.
…
Later That Night
Sophie stood in front of Noah's door, arms crossed. She hadn't planned on coming here.
What am I doing? she thought. It's late. He's probably asleep.
She turned to leave—
—and froze.
Noah was already there. Leaning casually in the wall. A faint smile tugged at his lips.
"Leaving without saying hi?"
Sophie didn't reply. She walked forward—and hugged him.
Noah blinked, taken aback.
She had never made the first move before. Not like this.
Something was wrong.
"What happened?" he asked softly.
There was a long pause.
Then, "Nothing." She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Just missed my dear husband. Am I not allowed to?"
He gently pulled her back, looking into her eyes—and saw it. The shimmer of unshed tears.
His expression darkened. His heart ached.
"What happened to my empress?" he whispered. "Tell me who hurt you. I'll break them."
Her chest tightened.
"Just family."
Noah understood instantly.
"I hesitated," she said, her voice low. "I thought maybe I could still be human with them. But today… I realized they never saw me as anything more than a tool."
She looked away.
"So I made my decision. I'll claim the throne—even if it means destroying them all."
The last words trembled on her lips.
Noah cupped her cheek, firm yet gentle.
"Don't force yourself," he said. "If you can't do it… I will."
She met his eyes.
"If you want them alive—I'll imprison them forever. If you want them dead… I'll kill them without hesitation."
His voice was like iron.
"So walk your path, my empress. I'll be your sword. Your shield. Don't worry about anything."
"Because you have me. Because you are mine."
His aura erupted. The temperature dropped. The air grew heavy.
"And no one," he said, eyes burning, "no one touches what's mine."
"And gods?" He smiled coldly. "I'll kill gods too."
Sophie's breath caught.
She believed him.
In that moment, with every fiber of her being—she knew he meant it.
And something inside her bloomed further.
She smiled. Not just any smile. The smile.
Soft. Beautiful. Radiant.
She had fallen—completely, utterly.
And the world itself knew. The system chimed in.
[Sophie's feelings for you have reached 90%.]
Then—
{Ding!}
{Your emotions and resolves have been acknowledged.}
{Your love is genuine.}
{Title granted: The Loving Husband.}
{Your existence has been strengthened.}
And in the quiet glow of that moment, beneath divine recognition and mortal resolve—
The Empress and her Husband stood together.
Unshakable.
Unstoppable.
—End of Chapter 51—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC52 52: Queen Of Souls
Noah lay alone in his room, staring blankly at the ceiling from his bed.
Today had been hectic—starting with a meeting with the Dean, who is now his new master, attending class, coercing a demon into signing a slave contract, sending letters, and…
…comforting Sophie, his dear wife.
His mind and body were drained. He didn't show it, but juggling so many responsibilities at once took its toll.
Fighting against someone chosen by the world itself—now that was exhausting.
Noah understood it clearly. Beating Elijah wasn't just about defeating one man.
No.
He had to overcome the very goddess backing him.
A mortal challenging a god.
Even Noah knew how hopeless that sounded.
"Ah…" he sighed, tiredly.
But he had no choice.
The goddess couldn't intervene directly—and she clearly wasn't omniscient. If she were, she would've sensed Leona, a demon standing right beside her chosen.
That meant her influence was limited—she could only act when a major threat emerged. A threat to her champion.
And do you know what they say ?
If your enemy is divine, find where she cannot look.
"This gives me some leeway," he muttered. "Room to move."
But it still wasn't enough.
"I need to share more… seduce more. Damn this system for putting me in this position. Seventy percent affection? That's not easy."
He needed an edge. Something unique. Not something given—something created.
Just like Sophie had developed her red lightning.
"I'll do the same—but better."
He sat up slightly.
"System, can my talent Ultimate Fusion fuse even titles?"
"And can I share the titles of the women I'm bonded with?"
[You can fuse titles—but not yet. To fuse and share titles, you must reach SS rank. At that point, the system will evolve.]
Noah raised an eyebrow. "I know S rank is when you awaken intent by evolving your aura to warp reality… but what about SS rank?"
[In SS rank, you must understand—or rather, create—a concept.]
[For example, someone with sword intent might develop the Concept of the Absolute Sword—a blade that never misses. Or someone with fire intent might forge the Concept of Eternal Flame—a fire that never dies.]
"A… concept?" Noah whispered, his thoughts drifting to his auras.
He'd have to evolve them—each one—and then create concepts for all?
"No. Fuck no."
He shook his head. Even creating concepts for just his Ice and Lightning auras sounded absurd, let alone Samsara, or even limitless.
Hell no.
"I'll accumulate achievements instead. Let the Akashic Records offer me options. That's easier… for now."
"I just need to do something crazy enough…"
And what's crazier than a mortal planning to defy a god?
"System, show me my new title."
[The Loving Husband: Your love transcends space and time. You will instinctively sense when your partner is in danger and instantly teleport to them—no matter the restrictions.
If your love deepens further, you will be bound even in death, reincarnating together until the end of time.]
"…Wow," Noah breathed. "Didn't think it'd be this useful."
Teleporting to his wives when they're in danger—instantly, without restriction?
That was incredible.
He didn't have to worry constantly. He knew his girls would run into trouble eventually. That was life. They were their own people with dreams and challenges.
But now, if anything ever got too dangerous—he'd be there.
"Perfect," Noah grinned. Titles were really convenient.
Now he just needed to accelerate things.
Anya. Elizabeth. Aphasia. Yuki. And the second-years—he couldn't forget them.
He needed them all.
And he had to form an elite group—one that would constantly interfere with Elijah.
Can't let that guy in peace right?
His mind raced with plans until—
A white circle formed beneath him.
"W-what?"
In a flash, he vanished—reappearing in a pristine white realm.
Before him stood Elira, arms crossed.
"Did you forget we're training tonight?"
Noah blinked. "I thought we started tomorrow…"
"There's no time to waste. Get up."
He groaned but forced himself to his feet, exhaustion weighing him down.
Elira studied him, noting his state.
"And, dear disciple—next time you tell a demon to drop her disguise, make sure to seal the area properly. That dark aura of theirs is easy to detect by stronger beings."
Noah's eyes widened. "You… knew?"
"Not that she's a spy—just that something was off, after all you asked me a SSS rank soul contract. So I was watching you. You're bold, I'll give you that."
She smirked. "I'm liking you more and more."
Noah relaxed a little. "You're not going to do anything to her?"
"No. She's your slave, isn't she? And you clearly need her. I'll leave her to you."
He smiled softly. "I appreciate it, Master."
"Can I ask one more thing?"
"Go on."
"Separate Elizabeth from Elijah. Make sure they're never in the same group for missions or anything else."
Elira raised an eyebrow. "You're serious about going against him?"
"You realize doing that means you're not just opposing him… right?"
Noah's gaze hardened. No fear. No doubt.
He'd decided this the moment he arrived in this world.
He would steal Elijah's harem.
Rewrite destiny itself.
And if doing that meant standing against the whole world…
Then so be it.
He would succeed—or die trying.
No in-between.
"Yes."
His voice was calm. Unshakable.
Elira stared into his silver eyes, her pure white ones glowing faintly.
The contrast was striking.
Then, she smiled.
[Elira's affection for you has reached 50%.]
"Then, as your master, I'll support you."
"Separating those two will be a pain—especially since the current Saintess of the Church is difficult to deal with. But I'll manage. For you."
"Thank you, Master," Noah beamed.
"Now," she said, eyes sharpening, "let's get serious."
"If you want to be my heir, you must learn my skills. And for that, you need an affinity."
"Do you know what my specialty is?"
Noah tilted his head, almost innocently. "No."
Elira smiled.
"Soul."
"You'll learn to sense it. Touch it. Control it."
"To manipulate the soul itself—and more."
She raised her hand, and a small white stone materialized in her palm.
Noah's eyes widened. Soul magic was practically unheard of.
"Aren't you a space specialist?" he asked.
"I am," she said with a mysterious smile. "Thanks to a soul that resides within me—an old monster who mastered space."
A voice echoed in her mind: 'Old monster?! You ungrateful brat—show some respect!'
Elira ignored it.
Noah frowned, puzzled. "A soul… within you?"
She didn't elaborate.
Instead, she held out the stone.
"This will awaken your soul affinity. The rank you receive is random, but I hope you get at least an S. That's the minimum required to learn from me."
"Understood?"
Noah nodded.
"Then take it—and awaken your affinity."
"Become my official heir."
"And show me your are worthy of a throne greater than the empire's—the throne of souls."
—End of Chapter 52—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC53 53: Elira Varnis, The Vulgar Woman
Noah looked at the small stone in his hand. It seemed like nothing more than an ordinary rock—so plain, it was hard to believe it could awaken something as rare as a soul affinity.
He glanced at his master, frowning.
"How can this help me awaken an affinity? Especially something as rare as soul affinity?"
"You really know nothing about this world—or the ones beyond," Elira replied with a sigh. "That stone was found in an ancient ruin. I nearly died retrieving it, so make good use of it."
She paused, letting the weight of her words settle, before continuing.
"Don't limit your perception. Not born with an affinity—or not the one you want? That doesn't mean you're stuck. You can gain one later—either through the Akashic Records or through rare treasures like this."
"That's why I want you to explore the world. The academy is useful for building a foundation, and the missions will help you learn more, but…"
She locked eyes with him.
"One day, go beyond. Be free. Unfettered. Discover everything."
"Accomplish incredible feats. Make your name known."
She smiled faintly.
"I want my legacy to reach the very top. So make it happen, dear disciple."
Noah listened intently, then nodded with a serious expression.
"Don't worry. I will."
"And incredible feats? Please, Master—you know me by now. I'm already challenging the world's chosen one. You think I'm afraid of a few achievements?"
He smirked.
"So how about this: stage one of spreading your legacy—defeating the champion?"
Elira returned his smirk. "I'd love that, dear disciple."
They exchanged a devilish grin.
"Now awaken your affinity," she said. "Just crush the stone."
"Got it."
Noah crushed it in his hand. Immediately, a strange force surged into his body.
His entire frame tensed. His limbs trembled. His eyes went wide as he began to see it—wisps of ethereal energy. Souls. Or at least, soul force.
Inside him, a new affinity was awakening. Compared to his others, it felt weak at first. Incomplete.
But his nature wouldn't accept that.
[Your title "Limitless" is acting.]
His aura surged, wrapping around the fledgling soul affinity—stretching it, empowering it. Making it… excessive. Boundless.
Limitless.
Minutes passed.
Finally, the transformation ended.
Noah lay on his back, breathing hard.
"So," she murmured, "what rank did you get?"
He glanced at the system panel and smiled.
[You have awakened the affinity: Soul (SSS rank)]
"SSS rank, it seems."
Elira raised her eyebrows. "I expected SS at best… but I keep forgetting—you're an anomaly."
She pulled out a book and handed it to him.
Soulcraft: The Queen's Gasp.
"This is my personal soul manipulation skill. I created it after hundreds of years of study and experimentation. Treasure it."
"With this, you'll be able to see souls, touch them, manipulate them however you wish. Your only limit… is your imagination."
"Oh—and yes, it's an SSS-rank acquired skill. Genius, I know."
Noah tilted his head playfully. "Wait, did you just say hundreds of years? Master, how old are—?"
He stopped.
Because he felt the killing intent.
"You really got that from everything I just said?" she asked coldly. "Do you want to die?"
Noah swallowed hard. "I-I mean—you must be a timeless beauty…ageless, elegant…like an ancient moon goddess or something…."
He flashed the same sweet, innocent smile he used to give his mother whenever he'd messed up.
Elira clicked her tongue. "Start practicing."
"You'll train with me every night. Don't forget."
She sat down—seemingly in mid-air.
Noah tilted his head. "Uh…"
"It's a space chair. You can't see it because you're too weak. Don't bother."
Noah wisely shut his mouth and started training.
But fatigue caught up with him. After everything he'd done today, exhaustion settled deep into his bones.
Not even an hour later, he fell asleep.
Elira walked over silently and knelt beside him. Gently, she lifted his head and laid it on her lap, making him more comfortable.
She gazed at his face for a while.
Noah was truly handsome. His features were soft, refined—he had a beauty you couldn't ignore.
Then the voices started.
'Are you falling for him already?'
'Wow, Elira… this is fast. You're not usually this sentimental.'
'Is it just because he's pretty? Don't be ridiculous—you've seen better-looking men.'
'Ohhh, maybe she just likes younger boys. I told you she was suspicious. Now do you believe me?'
Elira's voice cut through them like a blade.
"Say one more word, Nicole, and I'll trap you inside a puppet I'll feed to a dog."
Silence.
'Wow. Shifting back to your vulgar side the moment he sleeps. Tsk tsk. I've failed as a teacher.'
'Indeed you have.'
'Told you to let me raise her. Now look.'
The voices kept bickering. Somehow, Elira tolerated it.
She tuned them out and focused on the boy in her lap.
She didn't know why, but she was starting to like him. Fast.
Brave. Talented. Intelligent. Audacious.
He would do anything to reach his goal.
How could she not like someone like that?
She smiled softly.
"Grow strong, dear disciple."
"I'll protect you until you do."
She gently brushed his cheek.
'Damn, she really is a pedo—'
"Nicole," Elira snapped. "Out. One week inside a puppet."
A soul was yanked from within her—a man with beast-like features. Panic on his face.
"Wait, I was joking! Elira, stop—!"
She didn't care.
"AH, FUCK—!"
Gone. Trapped in a puppet.
…
Elsewhere in the academy's library, a girl sat at a table, face serious as she read.
You'd think she was studying forbidden magic or some world-ending secret.
But no. The title of the book was:
"How to act with your friend."
It was Yuki.
She was reading the book intently, trying to figure out how to interact with Noah—her first, and only, friend.
Her teacher had told her friendship was sacred. Something rare. Something to treasure.
And Noah… was a good friend.
"He's willing to teach me that incredible sword technique… just because we're friends," she muttered.
She nodded to herself, satisfied with her conclusion.
She was adorable.
Unfortunately, the book she was reading wasn't exactly the best reference.
"You must hug your friend every time you see them."
"Friends can hold hands."
"You must not keep secrets from your friend. Be honest and transparent."
"One best friend is enough. Never betray them by finding another."
Yuki nodded along with every line.
By the end, only one thought remained in her head.
"Yes. Noah is Yuki's only best friend. And I will never betray him by finding another."
"Now I know how to act with him."
She stood, proud of herself, and headed back to her room with a determined expression.
Ready to be the perfect best friend.
—End of Chapter 53—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC54 54: Zara & Alice
A month later—
A full month had passed since that night. A night where many things changed.
The battle for the throne had officially begun. Sophie was doing everything she could to surpass her dear brothers, and the factions were already forming.
On one side stood Isac and Albert—backed by none other than Elijah. With just his presence, dozens of talented students rallied to their cause. They arrogantly called their faction The Fated Ruler, and it quickly grew into a powerful force within the academy, its influence spreading like wildfire.
But Sophie was far from alone.
Her support? Surprisingly impressive.
Malrik. Rouge. Aiden. Patricia. And of course, Anya and Yuki.
All of them were on her side.
Thanks to Noah.
He'd worked tirelessly behind the scenes, earning the loyalty of these geniuses.
For Aiden and Patricia, all it took was a promise—vengeance. A chance to pay back what was owed.
For Rouge? A different approach. He promised her daily battles—and that he'd personally join some of them. That bloodthirsty girl accepted immediately, grinning like a lunatic.
As for Malrik? He didn't care. If Rouge joined, so did he. For a necromancer and heir of death, the guy was surprisingly soft.
Lucky for Noah.
Anya? That one was even easier. With a gentle demeanor, a few kind gestures, and genuine concern for her wellbeing, her affection had already reached over 70%—making her a viable bond candidate.
But the real surprise?
Yuki.
That sword-obsessed freak had an affection score of 80%.
Even Noah was shocked.
Yuki had suddenly become extremely affectionate—hugging him, holding his hand, always sitting next to him. At first, it felt awkward. But Noah, being Noah, wouldn't let such an opportunity pass.
So he gave it his all.
He spoiled her relentlessly—daily hugs, a kiss on the forehead, checking what she ate, asking if she slept well, showering her with constant attention.
All in the name of friendship.
Very convenient.
And Yuki? She believed it.
But as time passed… her feelings began to shift.
They became heavy.
Too heavy.
She started to glare at any girl who dared approach him.
Even Sophie wasn't spared.
A fight almost broke out. Noah had to scold them both to restore peace.
But the damage was done.
Yuki had become possessive. Jealous. Dangerous.
To her, Noah was hers. Her one and only best friend. No one else could have him.
One poor first-year girl had made the mistake of confessing her feelings for Noah.
The next morning, she was found in the training field—bruised and cut, covered in sword marks.
Yuki, of course, played innocent. Her orange eyes looked at Noah as if shocked—how could her best friend accuse her of such a thing?
Certified Yandere.
That's what she'd become.
But Noah liked to see the silver lining in every situation. And what was the silver lining here?
He could share Yuki's talents and affinities with himself.
That alone made it worth the psychological risk.
As for Elizabeth?
Well… she was living a nightmare.
Leona was terrifying. For a month straight, Elizabeth hadn't been able to spend more than a few seconds near Elijah. Every time she got close, Leona would yank him away.
Naturally, she tried to remove Leona several times. But with Noah's Limitlessness Aura protecting her, Elizabeth was completely powerless.
Watching Elizabeth slowly lose her sanity became a daily show.
Noah enjoyed every moment.
After all, she had dared reject his offer. This was just karma.
And now?
Noah stood before the Student Council President and the Vice President, preparing to make his faction official in the eyes of the academy.
…
Two beautiful women faced him.
One with striking green hair, piercing green eyes, and a tall, elegant figure. Glasses perched on her nose added to her dignified aura.
Alice Evergreen, the Student Council President. Once infamous for her monstrous talent—until Noah and Elijah arrived.
Beside her sat a girl with blue hair and pitch-black eyes—so dark they looked like voids. Her cold demeanor clashed with the gentle affection she gave the black cat curled up on her lap.
Yes, our dear Neko.
Sitting calmly on the lap of Zara Bane, the Vice President.
"So, you're Noah Weaverheart," Zara said.
"Yes. A pleasure to meet you," Noah replied with a polite bow and charming smile. "I'm here to make my faction official. I've fulfilled all the requirements—I just need your signatures."
Alice remained silent.
Only Zara spoke.
"You're rushing things," she said, standing slowly. Her tone turned teasing, almost mocking. "We need to make sure the faction leader is actually competent, right?"
Noah's eyes narrowed slightly. "That's not one of the stated conditions."
"I just made it up. Problem with that?"
Noah said nothing.
"Good. Then win, Mister Prodigy. But if you lose…"
Zara's playful look vanished. Her gaze hardened—like she was discussing something deadly serious.
"Neko stays with me. You'll break your soul contract with her and hand her over."
Noah blinked.
Ah, fuck. Should've seen this coming. Cat obsession confirmed.
He glanced at Neko, who sat helplessly in Zara's lap.
Noah sighed. Truly a bother…
Still, her attachment to Neko was a good thing. It meant Zara wasn't all cold logic. There was sentiment underneath.
See? Always look for the positive.
A classic Noah philosophy.
"Fine," he said. "And if I win?"
Alice gave him a strange look—like she couldn't believe he dared to ask that.
Zara chuckled. "Anything you want."
She said it simply—because she was confident.
She'd seen his fights. She had a good grasp of his level.
Or so she thought.
Even if Noah had grown over the month, she believed she had too. There was no way he had caught up.
What a mistake.
Noah's past month had been… intense.
His master's training was brutal—but rewarding. He had gained space and time skills. His soul manipulation had evolved.
To compare today's Noah to the one from a month ago?
A fatal mistake.
"Alice, you'll be the arbiter," Zara said.
Alice nodded silently.
Zara gently set down Neko, whispering to her, "Wait for me. I'll beat your old master and become your new one. Then we can be together again, okay?"
She didn't wait for a response. She stood across from Noah, her eyes gleaming.
"Ready?"
"Yes," Noah said calmly.
Alice raised her hand—and brought it down.
The duel began.
Zara acted instantly.
She locked eyes with Noah.
"Pain."
—Shudder—
Noah's senses exploded.
Pain. Mental. Physical. Emotional. Soul-deep agony. It was overwhelming—like being torn apart from every direction.
His knees buckled. His Limitlessness Aura kicked in, lessening the blow just enough to keep him conscious.
But before he could even catch his breath—
Zara was in front of him.
Her hand touched his forehead. She grinned.
"Fear."
—End of Chapter 54—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC55 55: Try your Love on me
This time, it was worse. The fear that gripped Noah was overwhelming. It was the fear of everything—a fear so intense it could paralyze, make one incapable of even taking a step forward.
A coward's fear.
But if there was one thing Noah wasn't… it was fearful.
How could someone aiming to bring down the so-called Chosen One be someone shackled by fear?
Impossible.
Zara should've chosen any other emotion. Pain, despair, shame—anything. But fear? That was the wrong move.
And now, she was too close.
Noah moved suddenly, grabbing her arm tightly. Zara yelped in surprise, completely caught off guard. She hadn't expected him to break free from her Fear command. She knew how potent it was. She knew what it meant to face that kind of terror.
His grip tightened, no room to escape. His silver eyes locked onto her void-black ones.
"Your fear was incredible… and the pain, unbearable," he said softly. "How do you live like this? With so much darkness in you? How are you not mad from it all?"
He asked, really curious about how she is managing to live with this.
Zara didn't respond.
Her eyes suddenly went blank. Void. Completely devoid of emotion.
Goosebumps—!
Noah's body trembled despite himself. That look—it was terrifying.
He acted fast.
"Freeze."
"Ice of Blood."
In an instant, she was encased. His blood-ice surged, sapping the air, turning it cold and suffocating. Zara's blood begin to slowly freeze. His ice magic had improved—a lot. He stepped back, raised his hand, and summoned five deep, purple bolts of lightning—each charged with soul energy.
CRACK—!
"Arghhhh!" Zara screamed as the bolts crashed down on her.
"W-what is this?" she gasped, confusion in her voice. The pain—it wasn't just physical. Her soul was burning.
Noah's soul manipulation skill had reached a level he is able to imbue soul energy in his attacks. Every attack now hurt more than the body—it scorched the very essence.
But Zara wasn't giving up. She wouldn't lose Neko.
Neko was her light. The only thing keeping her sane. Without her… she couldn't survive.
She really loved her. And she can't accept to be alone again.
She wouldn't let go.
"Let's raise the stakes."
Her voice turned cold, merciless. Her aura shifted—chaotic and overwhelming.
Pain. Fear. Anger. Disgust. Sadness.
Every emotion surged from her like a storm, warping the air, threatening to consume reason. It was oppressive. Noah struggled to keep his focus. His emotions started to go out of his control.
Seriously?
"All this… for Neko?" he asked, frowning. Then he glanced at Alice. She was clearly conflicted, standing silently, fists clenched.
'Is she hesitating because she doesn't want to upset Zara? Or is this something else?'
Noah turned to Neko, whose worried voice rang in his mind.
"Don't be too hard on her, Noah. She's kind. She really loves me. She's never hurt me."
His brow twitched.
'Don't hurt her? Neko, I'm the one at risk here. Who's your master again—me or her?'
Tch.
He clicked his tongue, irritation rising. Zara was growing more excited, emotions spiraling. This was a dangerous game.
He had to end this fast.
"Truly… what a fucking bother."
Without hesitation, hundreds of ice swords formed in the sky. Then lightning javelins joined them.
All of them filled with power.
His aura exploded. He activated his aura of ruler, applying deep pressure on Zara.
Zara could barely move.
Noah turned to Alice. "End this, or she'll need medics."
Alice's eyes flicked to Zara—still struggling, stunned.
"How… how are you this strong?" Zara murmured, her eyes wide. She could feel it. Those attacks weren't just ice and lightning—they'd destroy her soul.
Alice sighed.
Then, for the first time, she spoke. Her voice was serene—like a goddess delivering divine will.
"Stop."
Everything halted. Instantly.
Even Noah froze. His eyes widened.
What was that? What's going on?
Before even he asked his system for answers—
The system pinged.
[Zara Bane's Talent: Controller of Emotions (SSS Rank)]
[Alice Evergreen's Talent: Voice of Command (SSS Rank – In process of evolving to EX Unique Rank)]
[Note: Alice is a Dragon. Zara is a Human-Demon Hybrid.]
Noah blinked.
Once. Twice.
What the actual fuck.
A dragon. A hybrid. More SSS ranks.
Noah cursed.
'I'm done with this school, I swear. Why does every hallway have a god-tier freak hiding in it?'
Damn it. Only EX Unique Rank are worth having now. I am gonna evolve this ice talent of mine soon.
Fuck.
He exhaled sharply, frustrated.
This wasn't part of the story he remembered. He had reached the chapters he didn't read. There were too many unknowns now. Hidden characters, secrets, alliances…
He knew nothing now. Absolute dark.
'I don't like this.'
He had always been confident because he knew how everything would unfold. But now?
Now, he was in the dark. And that was dangerous.
Noah looked at Alice—realizing why she rarely spoke.
Her words weren't just heavy. They were law.
Zara stirred, eyes fixed on him.
"You… you're a monster."
Noah chuckled softly.
"And you? You walk around carrying so much darkness—how are you not the monster?"
He stepped closer, his tone gentler. He had to. He knew nothing now he had to act brazen and take a shoot in the dark.
He looked deeply at Zara.
Her power came with a cost. To use emotion, she had to feel it. Deeply.
Every pain, every fear she unleashed… it was her own.
Madness for someone her age.
Just inches from her face, he studied her.
Her face was blank, emotionless.
'Of course. If you can control emotions, you must be able to control your own.'
Very Convenient.
"Try it on me," he said.
Zara blinked. "…What?"
"Your emotion of love," Noah said calmly. "Show me what it feels like. Let me see how heavy it is."
Zara immediately stepped back. "No."
Firm. Absolute.
Noah just smiled sweetly. Not minding her girl refusal.
"Dear Alice—ah, forgive me, I have a habit of calling beautiful ladies like that."
"Anyway, as I was saying… I've won, haven't I?"
He didn't look away from Zara once. His silvers eyes locked into her deep black eyes.
She froze. Alice sighed in her mind.
'He got you, Zara.'
Neko just thought, 'Noah is still Noah after all.'
"So? Do I need to say it twice?"
Zara clenched her fists.
"…Fine."
She closed her eyes briefly, then stepped forward, placing her hand gently on his chest.
Noah raised his eyebrows, smirked faintly "Be careful young lady, I am easy."
Zara ignored him.
"Love."
A warmth flowed through Noah.
But he barely felt anything.
He had to concentrate to even recognize it.
Of course.
He had grown up loved. Surrounded by affection—his mother, his allies. His life was full of warmth—well, his second life to be precise.
Zara? An orphan. Her village destroyed by demons. She had nothing but scars.
Her love, while sincere, was faint. Weak.
Noah didn't pity her. He just smiled.
His silver eyes glinted as the room's temperature dropped to a calming, comforting chill.
The girls felt it.
A peaceful cold. Reassuring.
They instinctively relaxed.
Noah's voice was soft.
"What a shame, dear Zara."
"Your love mastery is weak. But don't worry."
He leaned in, just an inch from her lips.
Zara's body trembled slightly. Showing she is not used to this kind of proximity with men—or simply people.
"I'll teach you. I'll let you experience what real love is."
Her eyes trembled.
"And the first step…"
He turned to Neko for an instant, then back to Zara.
"You'll guard Neko for now. I've got work to do anyway. So keep my lovely beast safe, won't you?"
"And learn something from her at the same time."
His radiant smile lit up the room.
For a moment—Zara, Neko, Alice—all they could think was:
What a beautiful man.
[Zara's affection has reached 50%.]
[Alice's affection has reached 45%.]
[Neko's affection has reached 87%.]
Noah smirked inwardly.
I love this.
—End of Chapter 55—
A/N:
What do you think?
Thank you for reading!
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC56 56: Hidden Schemes
Zara stood still, surprised by Noah's bold words.
But the fact that Neko will stay with her made a small smile tug at her lips—barely noticeable, but there nonetheless.
She gave a slight nod. "Thank you… for Neko." She turned away, not giving Noah another glance.
As the Controller of Emotions, Zara could hide anything she felt. And right now, she chose to bury the strange warmth rising within her.
Alice stared at Noah.
'He's dangerous… but in a different way,' she thought. Her curiosity piqued.
Zara handed Noah a set of documents. "Take it."
"These are the papers needed to make your faction official. Do you have a name?"
Noah thought for a moment. They dared to call themselves the Fated Rulers.
Fine.
"Fate Breaker."
Zara and Alice both raised an eyebrow. They instantly caught the meaning behind that name. A subtle jab at Elijah's faction itself—but they said nothing. It wasn't their concern.
"It's done," Zara said. "You are now the leader of the faction Fate Breaker, Noah Weaverheart."
Noah smiled.
Finally.
…
Meanwhile, in a hidden meeting room within the academy—
Isac, Albert, and another man with red hair and piercing green eyes—his features bearing a strong resemblance to Emily's—sat across from Elijah, who wore a faint scowl.
"Why did you tell me not to let Leona in?" Elijah asked, his voice cold, laced with irritation. "Are you doubting her?"
Isac sighed. "You know we can't trust anyone. This is too important. Please understand, Blessed One."
Elijah paused for a moment, eyes narrowed. Then he nodded slowly. "Fine. Let's discuss today's topic. Is everything ready?"
Luke Campbell—member of Emily's family—grinned wickedly. "Yes. We're just waiting for him to make a move."
"He won't see it coming."
The three exchanged knowing smiles.
Then Albert added, "Blessed One, we've noticed how you've been neglecting the Future Saintess these past weeks… Are you sure that's wise?"
Elijah tilted his head. "I'm not ignoring her. I've just been busy with Leona. But yes, I'll speak with Elizabeth after this meeting."
Albert exhaled in relief.
They had all seen Elizabeth's increasingly unstable behavior—and they needed her. Her eyes were essential. If she could see into the future and guide their plans accordingly, they'd have an undeniable advantage.
But Elizabeth had always refused, claiming she wasn't feeling well. Sometimes when they insisted, they'd wake up hours later with no memory of what happened.
The girl was unhinged.
They were convinced Elijah's neglect was the cause.
Thankfully, he agreed to talk to her.
"Please do," Isac said solemnly. "We need her powers. We can't afford to waste an advantage like that. Noah is dangerous—extremely."
Luke smirked. "Then why not let me teach him a lesson? It'll be quick."
Elijah looked at him with pure disdain.
"Can you beat me?" he asked.
"I am not talking about the present me but me a month ago. Can you beat they version of me?"
"…No," Luke admitted reluctantly.
"Then shut up."
Elijah's voice cut like a blade. "If you think his danger level is 10, multiply that by 100. I'm the only one who can go against him. So sit down, plan all you want—I'll handle him."
The temperature in the room spiked. Suddenly, it felt like a blade hovered against their throats.
"Yes," they replied in unison, their voices slightly trembling.
Elijah rose and turned toward the door. "Continue your meeting. I'm done here."
He vanished.
Albert clenched his teeth. Luke scowled.
"Are we really going to support this?" Albert hissed.
"He is treating us like we are his fucking lackey."
Isac sighed. "Do we have a choice? He's the only one who can fight Noah. And don't forget—that bitch has Noah on her side."
He paused, then added quietly, "And he's not wrong. Noah is a monster. Only another monster can fight him."
"But us?" he continued, his voice low. "We're simply geniuses. Compared to those two… we're just almost ordinary."
Luke growled. "Just like that mute Alice."
"Yes. Exactly like her," Isac said bitterly. "But we don't need to be monsters to win. They have strength? Fine. Let's show them that strength isn't everything in this world."
His eyes hardened. "We'll show them that scheming exists too."
Their faces set with newfound resolve.
They would rise.
Not Noah. Not Elijah. Not Alice.
Them.
…
Outside, Elijah walked with a sour expression.
"I wonder who dared to put my beloved Chosen One in a bad mood?"
A sweet voice cut through the air.
Leona.
Elijah's scowl melted the moment he saw her.
For the past month, she had been with him every day. Inseparable. Where there was Elijah, there was Leona. Most students believed they were a couple—and they hadn't denied it.
"Just some annoying issues," Elijah said, pulling her into a soft embrace. "But now that you're here… I feel better."
Leona smiled sweetly, resting her head against him—completely affectionate on the outside.
But inside?
'How long do I have to keep this act up?' she thought with irritation. 'It's exhausting keeping that damn psycho Saintess away from him.'
She'd lost count of how many times Elizabeth had tried to kill her. Each time, she failed—only to scream Noah's name as if possessed.
Sometimes Noah would show up to watch the show with mild amusement.
But for Leona?
It was terrifying.
The gaze of Elizabeth terrified her to death.
Fuck.
'I've been cursing nonstop since that night,' she thought bitterly.
Then Elijah pulled back slightly.
"Leona… I have something to tell you."
She tensed instantly, face adopting a meek, vulnerable expression.
"Yes?"
Her acting was flawless.
"I like you," Elijah said seriously.
Leona sighed in her mind. 'I knew it.'
"You've always been there for me. You even helped me get with other girls—even though I could see you liked me too."
'Yes. Of course I like you. I totally love being around psychopaths,' she thought sarcastically.
"I want to make it official," he continued. "I want everyone to know you're mine. I don't want to lose you too."
Leona's brows lifted, but she immediately controlled her expression.
'Too? So he really considered Sophie and Yuki as his. This guy's mental.'
She forced tears to brim in her eyes, her voice trembling. "E-Elijah…"
"I love you too. I've always loved you. I'd give everything for you. But…"
She looked down, struggling, then continued.
"I don't think I'm worthy of you. You're the Chosen One. And I'm just… someone with SS-rank affinity. There are many like me here."
Elijah's expression softened. "I don't care about that. I just want you. I'll protect you."
What a easy guy.
"But you can't always protect me," she said softly. "Let me reach S-rank first. Then… then I'll be with you without fear."
Her brown eyes locked into his golden ones, her hands tightening around his.
"Please… can you wait for me?"
Elijah stood silent for a moment.
He then smiled warmly. "Yes. I can."
They smiled at each other.
One, thinking about how irritating this whole situation was.
The other, thinking how lucky he was to have such a woman.
But then—
Elijah's thoughts drifted.
To Sophie.
To Yuki.
To Alice and Zara. How he was struck by their beauty.
'I will have them all' he thought darkly.
'I will kill Noah and take them all.'
Truly,
Such an ambitious man.
—End of Chapter 56—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC57 57: A Bond Revealed
Inside his room, Noah stood tall, looking down at Leona, who knelt before him with her head slightly bowed.
"You're telling me Elijah confessed his love to you?"
"Yes," she answered, her voice soft.
A low chuckle escaped Noah's lips. "That's good. Your performance was… excellent, Leona. Truly."
He stepped closer, his eyes calm but unreadable. "I promised you a reward once your job was done. Tell me, what do you want?"
Then, more pointedly, "As long as it's not freedom, I'm open to anything."
Leona hesitated. The only thing she truly wanted was freedom—but she knew better than to speak that aloud. She could ask to accompany him to the demon continent, but that would be far too suspicious. And so, swallowing her pride, she bowed her head lower.
"I'll let you decide, Master."
Noah smiled, a satisfied glint in his eyes. "Good choice."
He turned away, thinking. She was his slave—bound to him by contract, unable to disobey. But even so, he didn't like taking chances. His master had warned him: You know nothing of this world… there are always loopholes. If there was even the slightest chance she could break free without his consent, he needed to be prepared.
Let's give her something that even after freedom she will choose to be with him.
But what could he give her?
His thoughts wandered to his second talent—his ultimate fusion.
Why not test it again? Today?
He smirked.
"As a beast master," he said suddenly, "is there any beast's blood you'd like to have? A creature whose traits you wouldn't mind inheriting?"
Leona looked up, clearly confused. But she answered anyway.
"Of course… A dragon. If I had their blood, I'd become a dragon-demon hybrid. It would be incredible. And taming dragons in the future would become so much easier."
Her voice was filled with longing—undeniably, this was her dream.
"You don't have dragon blood, do you?" Noah asked.
She gave him a look as if he'd just asked the sky to bleed. "Master, you jest. Dragons? I can't even imagine acquiring their lesser kin—drake or wyvern blood, let alone a true dragon's."
She shook her head with a sigh of quiet frustration.
Noah nodded. Of course—dragon blood wasn't something you just found lying around.
Because dragons… they were monsters.
Take Alice, for example. That girl could kill you with her voice alone. How the hell is that fair?
But life wasn't fair. Never had been.
"Stay here," Noah said at last. "I'll find a way to get you what you want. I made you a promise. And you did more than enough to earn it."
Before Leona could respond, he vanished.
Noah appeared in the white realm, his presence distorting the empty void around him.
Elira had given him an artifact allowing him to teleport here freely now. No more summoning rituals. No more waiting.
"You're early today," a calm voice said behind him.
He turned to see Elira, his master, sitting elegantly on what she liked to call her "space chair." Still, even now, he couldn't sense it—not with his eyes, his mana, or even his space sense. Nothing.
She was truly beyond him.
He pushed the thought aside and approached. A month had passed since they'd begun their strange yet growing bond. Her affection toward him had reached 60%. But since then… it hadn't moved.
'I have to find a way', he thought.
Without a word, he sat beside her and gently laid his head on her lap.
Elira said nothing, only smiled and began stroking his cheek, her touch soft and motherly.
"Do you need something, dear disciple?" she asked.
Few would believe this serene goddess could speak so gently. But no one knew—not yet—of the strange relationship forming between them. Only Ester knew. Of course, she knew—she was his shadow, after all.
"Master, do you have dragon blood?" Noah asked suddenly.
Elira raised a brow. "Why do you need that?"
"I made a promise to reward Leona if she succeeded. That's her dream. And I… I don't want to break my word."
He kept his tone honest. She deserved at least that much.
"What exactly will you do with it?"
Noah hesitated. A shadow passed through his eyes.
Elira's smile faded ever so slightly.
'He still doesn't trust me' she thought. A flicker of bitterness crept into her heart.
A notification appeared.
[Elira's affection for you has decreased to 58%.]
Noah's breath hitched. What?
He looked up at her and saw it—disappointment, quiet and hidden, but unmistakable. That hurt him more than any blade.
She'd been kind. Too kind. Protective. Generous. She'd given him everything, spoiled him rotten—and yet he'd kept so much from her.
Elira had always told herself to be patient. He was still learning. Still growing. Still adjusting.
He will open himself soon.
But after everything, she had hoped—just hoped—he would finally open up.
Still, he was silent.
In the depths of her soul, the ancient voices stirred.
'Elira, be reasonable. He's just afraid. It has been only a month.'
'Yes, but damn it, does he even see how much you care?'
'I'll talk to him, man to man—'
'You'll scare him with that face. Let me—'
'I swear to the most unholy,' Elira snapped inwardly, 'if I hear one more word, I'll trap all of you in the butt of a dog for a month.'
Silence.
'You like dogs—'
'SHUT UP!'
The inner council went mute.
Meanwhile, Noah clenched his fists. He understood now. She'd seen his reluctance. And that small, silent pain—it had cost him.
He couldn't afford to lose her. Not like this.
So—
'Damn it… so be it.'
He grasped her hand gently and sat up. His voice was soft, but it trembled with honesty.
"I didn't mean to upset you, Master. I was afraid. This secret… it's everything to me."
"But I see now, I've no reason to hide from you. You've supported me, believed in me. You've given me everything. And I haven't given you anything in return."
His silver eyes searched her face, vulnerable and open.
"So today… I'll bare everything. My heart, my feelings—what I've buried deep for fear of rejection or of disappointing you."
Elira blinked, stunned. A blush crept up her cheeks.
Too adorable. Too much for a being at her age.
He smiled, heart pounding.
"I like you, Master. I really do. Use your Soul Eyes, see for yourself."
Without hesitation, Elira activated them. She needed to know.
And she saw it—Noah's soul. Calm. Clear. Honest.
No lies.
No doubt.
Elira's heart skipped a beat.
"You see?" Noah whispered. "I love you. I want to be with you. But I thought… I'm not worthy yet. You're beyond anything I've ever known. Your strength, your wisdom…"
He swallowed. "But I can't wait anymore."
"As for the dragon blood… I need it because I have another talent. One beyond my ice talent."
Elira was now completely focused.
"My other talent is called Ultimate Fusion. An EX Unique Rank."
Her breath caught.
"W-What?"
She stared, stunned. "You… have an EX Unique Rank talent?"
Him too?
No wonder he'd kept it hidden. That kind of power could reshape reality itself.
And yet… he'd told her. After confessing his feelings, he shared his greatest secret.
Elira's chest ached—too full, too warm.
All her life, she'd been alone. Always chasing power, always building. Never looking back. Never letting anyone close.
Until Noah.
At first, he was just another promising student. But something about him had cracked open a part of her she didn't know existed. A desire to nurture, to protect, to love.
And now…
"I love you too, dear disciple," she said, voice trembling with emotion.
[Elira's affection for you has reached 80%.]
—End of Chapter 57—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC58 58: The True Anomaly
Noah and Elira sat side by side, fingers entwined, their hands locked in quiet unity. The air around them was warm—soft, almost sacred. A stillness that wrapped them like a blanket.
It would have stunned the world to see Elira Varnis—The Dean, the Goddess of the Arcane—reduced to a woman in love. But here she was, looking content and delicate, like a maiden in spring.
Even Noah struggled to believe it. Confused, he turned to her, his voice unsure.
"…Are we… together now?"
Elira's smile was gentle, teasing. She understood his hesitation—who wouldn't, standing next to a woman who once seemed untouchable?
"Yes, dear disciple," she said. "We're together now. And as my first man, aren't you the lucky one?"
Her teasing made his lips twitch into a crooked smile. "This is mad… It happened so fast. I didn't expect this at all."
"Me neither," she admitted softly.
Silence followed, but it wasn't awkward—it was the silence of realization, of breaths syncing.
Then Noah stood, his expression shifting—sharpening.
"If I'm your man now," he said, stepping closer, "then how can I allow myself to be weaker than you?"
He leaned in, eyes burning with resolve. "Isn't it supposed to be me who protects you?"
Elira smiled, eyes gleaming. "And yet… I know you'll catch up to me soon. Until then—" her voice hardened with promise, "—I'll protect you."
"Nothing will touch you."
But Noah shook his head, lips curling into something almost boyish. "Let me face my own storms, master. Let me struggle. Let me bleed and claw and grow."
He grinned. "Let me have my protagonist arc, alright?"
Elira gave a soft laugh, a little reluctant—but she knew he was right. Growth never came from safety.
"You wanted dragon blood, right?" she asked, shifting the topic.
"For Leona, yeah," he nodded. "I want to see what happens when she fuses with it."
Elira's fingers snapped, and a vial of thick, dark liquid appeared in her hand. Its presence was oppressive—almost alive.
"This is the blood of a Darkness Dragon. Curses, shadows, corruptions… it's perfect for your little demon."
Noah's eyes lit up. "That's exactly what I needed master."
"Don't call me 'master' anymore," Elira murmured, leaning on his shoulder. "Call me Elira. But eventually… I want a surname."
He blinked, caught off guard—then smiled. "Yes, Elira."
She returned the smile, satisfied.
Noah stood. "I need to go. Leona's probably tired of waiting."
Elira gave him a look. "Tonight is yours. But you'll come back tomorrow."
Noah chuckled. "Actually, I can't. I'm taking a mission. Been a month—I still owe five. I need to start grinding."
Elira frowned. "You're dating the Dean. If I say you pass, then you pass."
He laughed and hugged her. Elira stiffened in surprise but quickly melted into the embrace.
"Don't worry. I'll be back soon."
Then, just as suddenly, he pulled back, looked into her eyes—and kissed her softly on her lips.
And vanished.
Elira stood frozen, fingers brushing her lips.
Then she smiled.
A soft, beautiful, soul-deep smile.
"So this is love," she whispered. "I'm already addicted."
Before she could drift further into her thoughts—
'You forgot about us, you know. Should've introduced him.'
'Yeah. But beside that, you're dating a teenager, and no one's questioning this?'
Nicole's voice broke through her haze. Elira sighed. She was in too good a mood to argue.
"I'll introduce you next time," she said softly, still touching her lips.
…
Noah reappeared in his room. Leona was still kneeling, eyes snapping toward him the moment he returned.
"Master… where were you?" she asked, hesitant.
"I got you what you asked for," Noah said, pulling out the vial. "Dragon blood."
Silence. Then—
"W-what?" Her voice cracked with disbelief.
He couldn't blame her. Acquiring dragon blood was the kind of feat that belonged in stories, not real life.
"How?" she whispered, staring at the vial like it might vanish.
"Doesn't matter," Noah replied. "What matters is that you're about to become what you dreamed of—a dragon-demon hybrid."
Leona stared, frozen.
As a beast specialist, she knew. The blood in that vial—it was real.
And potent.
"No way…" she breathed. "It's really…?"
Noah nodded, smug. "I told you I'd reward you."
She looked at him then—not as a slave looking at her master, but as a woman trying to understand the man in front of her.
Dangerous.
Not just strong—clever. Calculated. Ruthless, when needed. Soft, when he chose to be.
The kind of man who would smile while burning down kingdoms.
If he really managed to pull this off…
'Then maybe… serving him isn't such a bad idea.'
Because in the end, what mattered wasn't pride. It was power.
Pride didn't protect you in battle. It didn't feed you. It didn't help you survive.
Strength did.
And Noah? He had it.
She bowed deeply. "If you succeed… I will serve you. Truly."
That's how the world worked.
That's what power did.
And Noah? He wasn't done yet.
'Power… I'll find it. Hoard it. Drown in it.'
'A goddess, a champion, whatever. It's only a matter of time.'
"Come," he said.
Leona rose and stepped forward, determination in her crimson eyes.
"This won't be painless," he warned.
She nodded without hesitation.
Then—he raised the vial, activated his power, and whispered:
"Fuse."
The blood surged into her. She didn't even have time to scream before a white dome erupted around her, isolating the space from sound or detection.
Noah sat back. "Thanks, Elira," he muttered with a smile.
Then the screams began.
Raw. Guttural. Agonizing.
Noah casually conjured ice to block out the worst of it. "Yeah… definitely gonna need a pain-resistance talent," he said to himself, half-joking.
Minutes passed.
The dome shattered.
And where Leona once stood, now knelt a new being.
Dark-haired, red-eyed, skin kissed with black scales. Two twisted dragon-demon horns crowned her head, a tail swaying behind her.
Her presence—dark, vast, suffocating—radiated danger.
She bowed, eyes glistening with awe.
"I greet my master," she said with reverence.
The system chimed.
[Leona's Affection has reached 75%.]
But the world had noticed.
The Akashic Records stirred.
{Ding! Ding! Ding!}
{EXCEPTIONAL!}
{You have created a new race never before seen in Laeh.}
{You are the first in the universe to achieve this as a mortal.}
{You are more than worthy.}
{Your future cannot be seen.}
{You are now a true anomaly.}
{Titles received: The Creator, The True Anomaly.}
{Noah Weaverheart, your presence has been exceptionally strengthened.}
{Existence Level: 3000}
{Next Threshold: 5000}
And just like that…
The boy who had once stumbled into this world—
Had already begun rewriting it.
—End of chapter 58—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC59 59: A way
At the same time, in a realm untouched by mortal hands, in the vast and vibrant world of Laeh.
It was a space unlike any other, painted in a kaleidoscope of swirling colors.
At its center sat a young boy, seemingly ordinary. No aura radiated from him, no divine presence announced his importance. Yet his very existence felt… absolute.
He suddenly froze, eyes lifting toward the ever-shifting sky. Confusion flashed across his innocent face.
"Did I just sense… the emergence of a new race?" he muttered. His voice sounded childish, yet carried immense power beneath its softness.
He tilted his head in thought. "Is it the work of that greedy celestial? Or that sneaky demoness?"
He shook his head almost immediately. "No, impossible. They don't have access to my core."
His eyes narrowed.
"Then…?"
Realization struck. His gaze sharpened.
"One of my inhabitants created it?"
It made no sense. The beings of Laeh were still young—too weak to accomplish such a feat. The creation of an entirely new race should have been impossible.
He flicked his finger.
A glowing image appeared before him—Noah.
The boy's expression didn't change, but his voice carried a subtle note of amusement. "Talented, indeed."
"Well he is a monster even."
"I'll keep watching."
If Noah proved himself competent…
Then the boy would act.
His eyes drifted, settling on Elijah. He sighed.
"He's so drenched in that celestial's influence."
He lowered his gaze, expression cold.
I give you a fragment of access… and now you want everything? All of me?
Another sigh escaped his lips.
He closed his eyes, falling into silent meditation.
…
Back in his room, Noah stood before Leona, who knelt obediently on the floor. The atmosphere was heavy with new power.
He glanced at the glowing text of the Akashic Records. Two new titles hovered before him, and curiosity tugged at his thoughts.
"Did you receive anything?" he asked, eyes still scanning.
Leona nodded. "Yes, Master. I received one title—Lesser Primogenitor. I also gained affinities for Darkness, Curse, and Corruption."
She continued, "The title allows me to transform others into my race. And if I have a child, she will inherit my bloodline—so long as it's stronger than the father's."
Noah nodded thoughtfully. Lesser Primogenitor. Likely because she's the first in Laeh, but not in the entire universe.
"I see."
He paused, then asked, "Do you know why you were told to stay close to Elijah?"
Leona hesitated, then spoke clearly. "I was ordered to learn everything about him. To make him fall for me… and if given the chance, to kill him."
Her voice remained steady. "But I was never to do it openly. Only in a dungeon. A high-grade one preferably."
Noah frowned. "Why only in a dungeon?"
Leona explained, "Because the goddess's influence is weaker there. She's not omniscient you know that already, but she can sense extreme danger to her champion and might intervene. In dungeons—spaces separate from the world—her awareness falters."
"That's why I only pretended to be the devoted lover. I couldn't afford to go further. But in a dungeon… that's where the opportunity lies."
BADUM—!
Noah's heart skipped a beat.
A way.
He had just discovered a path to kill Elijah—without the goddess interfering.
A wide, genuine smile broke across his face.
"Incredible, Leona. You've just given me the perfect idea."
He paused, amused. "I'm almost tempted to reward you again for this."
Leona's eyes sparkled with hope. "Really, Master?"
After tasting the miracle of fusion, she is more eager than ever.
Noah chuckled but shook his head. "It might not seem like it, but transforming you drained a massive amount of mana. I'm completely spent right now."
"But don't worry," he added. "Keep working hard, and I'll always reward your loyalty."
Leona nodded, face serious once more.
"What would you have me do next?"
"Continue with Elijah. Stay close. Be faithful. If we ever meet, treat me as an enemy. No one must suspect our connection. With your new Darkness affinity, you'll blend in even better."
"Understood, Master."
"Then go."
Without another word, Leona melted into the darkness of the room and vanished.
Noah exhaled slowly.
"How convenient."
He let out a small laugh.
"Now… onto the important part. System, show me my new titles."
[Title: The Creator]
>You have awakened the Creation Affinity (SSS-rank).
>Every being or object you create will enhance your power. The stronger your creations, the stronger you become.
>You can grant skills, traits, and affinities to your creations—provided you already possess them.
[Title: The True Anomaly]
>Your past, present, and future are now hidden from all.
>You are a wild card. Neither Fate nor Destiny can predict your path.
>You are a true anomaly.
Noah stared at the descriptions, barely able to contain his excitement.
"Today really is my lucky day."
From winning over Elira, to creating his first race, discovering a way to eliminate Elijah, and now gaining two unbelievably overpowered titles…
No one can see me now. Not even Fate and Destiny.
Not even that goddess will if I want to act now.
He laughed, full and loud. Joy surged through him.
"If Elijah thinks he can hide forever under that goddess's protection, he's dead wrong."
"I already took Sophie and Yuki from you. And Leona, the one who pretended to love you? She's mine, my slave."
He smirked, eyes gleaming.
"Next, I'll take Elizabeth. Aphasia. Zara. Alice—right in front of you."
"I'll build the strongest faction of all. Not just for this academy. No. They'll follow me far beyond this place."
"They have the talent. They have the will."
"You'll want me dead so badly, Elijah… but you won't be able to touch me. No matter what divine power she gives you."
Because you're not the only one with a cheat.
Your goddess is bound. Limited.
But my system? It's not.
"And now… it's time for new talents and affinities."
He grinned wide.
"System, it's bonding time."
"Show me Anya and Yuki's talents and affinities."
[Anya — Affinity: Destruction (S-Rank), Talent: Pulverization (SS-Rank)]
[Yuki — Affinity: Sword (SS-Rank), Talent: Blade of Ages (SS-Rank)]
Noah's eyes widened at Anya's result.
"Destruction? Not just rare… that's beyond rare."
He chuckled softly. "Such a dangerous little girl."
He glanced at Yuki's stats, unsurprised. "As expected."
He smirked again.
"System, bond with them."
[Understood.]
—End of Chapter 59—
A/N:
I am seeing it. I am seing the golden tickets, the power stones, the reviews and the comments.
So thank you for investing this much on my book.
It mean a lot to me.
Thank you for reading!
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC60 60: Becoming a sword
[DING! You have bonded with Anya.]
[DING! You have bonded with Yuki.]
"Transfer their talents and affinities to me," Noah ordered calmly.
[Applying the x10,000 effect…]
[You have obtained the affinity: Destruction (SSS rank).]
[You have obtained the talent: Nothingness (EX Unique Rank).]
[You have obtained the talent: Swordsman of the Edges (EX Unique Rank).]
Then, a pause—
[Congratulations. You have obtained a Sword affinity beyond SSS rank.]
[You are now… a sword.]
[You have completed one of the conditions required to awaken a physique.]
[Polish yourself. Sharpen yourself. Find yourself. Forge this budding physique into completion.]
In that moment, something deep within Noah shifted. A monstrous aura of destruction exploded from him, tearing apart everything nearby in his room.
His body trembled as the two EX Unique Rank talents embedded themselves into the very structure of his being. His existence became heavier. Denser. Purer than ever before.
"Arrrrghhhh—!"
Noah screamed, his voice echoing off the cracked walls.
Then it came.
The sword.
His body began to morph—literally. His bones gleamed with a sheen so polished they resembled blades. His skin grew sharp to the touch. His entire presence radiated the unmistakable edge of a sword.
This… was what it meant to possess an affinity beyond SSS rank.
At SSS, your body starts adapting to your affinity.
But above that?
You become the affinity.
No rank can define it. No system can quantify it.
This stage was called the Transformation Rank—where body and soul reshape to match the essence of power.
Noah's body was now a blade. His skin sharp and resilient. His blood flowed with the speed and force of a sword strike. His bones were heavy, balanced, and lethal.
His heartbeat became the ringing of a forge. His breath whistled like a blade cutting air. He was not holding a sword. He was the idea of one.
Minutes passed.
Then, finally—it was done.
Noah collapsed onto his bed, chest rising and falling as sweat dripped down his temple. He stared blankly at the ceiling.
The pain was no joke.
It felt like his body had been struck by a divine blacksmith's hammer—shaped with care, precision, and cruelty into the perfect blade.
"God… if I ever come across a pain-resistance talent, I'm taking it."
He let out a weak sigh, thoroughly exhausted.
He slowly raised his hand and clenched it. A sharp burst of energy pulsed out, slicing the air itself.
Noah smirked.
"Well, well, well… incredible."
"So this is what a sword body feels like. And I haven't even awakened a proper physique yet? Can't wait to see what happens when I do."
He paused, realization dawning.
Possessing an affinity beyond SSS meant he'd already taken the first step toward building a physique.
Which meant—eventually—he could build more.
"And if I fuse all of them into one ultimate form… with my talents?"
He grinned, already imagining the chaos he could cause.
But for now—
"System. Show me the descriptions of my new talents."
[Talent: Nothingness (EX Unique Rank)]
Anything can be brought to nothing if you will it. Nothing will remain. To heal from or resist this, one must possess an equally ranked talent.
[Talent: Swordsman of the Edges (EX Unique Rank)]
Your sword can reach anywhere, and cut anything—even concepts.
All you need… is a strong enough mind.
Noah's eyes lit up.
"Nothingness? Like… absolute erasure?"
He stared at his pillow for a moment. Then, with a flicker of thought, he applied Nothingness.
The pillow began to disintegrate—vanishing not into dust, but into pure absence. As if it had never existed at all.
Noah watched with awe.
"To erase things like they were never there? What a damn cheat."
His grin stretched wide.
And I love cheats.
Then his gaze shifted to Swordsman of the Edges.
To cut anything—even fate, destiny, or laws themselves?
"Another cheat."
If he could cut concepts, there was no limit to what he could sever.
Ideas rushed into his mind. Scenarios. Tactics. Plans.
"I'll need a good sword. A worthy one."
Then he thought of someone.
Ren—the successor of the only known legendary blacksmith.
Noah smirked. "You'll do."
He laid back on the bed again, eyes drifting to the ceiling.
Tomorrow, he'd take on a mission. A proper one.
"I'll bring a group. Time to add Elizabeth. And that lazy bastard Eric's coming too."
His voice turned irritated. "That guy's been avoiding me, but this time, I'm dragging him in myself."
Noah actually liked Eric. The guy was simple. Quiet. Minded his own business.
And talented. His Shadow affinity was more than useful.
Suddenly, a thought struck him.
"Wait… Ester had Shadow Affinity at SS-rank too. That means I can share it if I want."
Tempting. But…
"I'll hold off. I don't need it yet. I'll do it when the time is right."
With that, he closed his eyes.
Tomorrow would be another insane day.
But then again, every day was.
Morning.
Noah stood before the mission center, eyes scanning the board displaying dozens of quests. Each mission came with a rank, a time limit, and strict entry conditions.
He read through them carefully, until one caught his attention.
[Mission: Slay a Dragon Kin beast in the Forest of Darkness and bring back its corpse.]
Difficulty: A-Rank
Requirements: Second-year students or Top 20 of the first year.
Time Limit: None.
Noah nodded.
"Perfect. I'll use this to explore the forest."
He took the request slip and headed to the counter.
"Hello. I'd like to take this mission," he said casually.
The receptionist, lost in thought, jumped at his voice.
"Yelp!"
She turned toward him—and her eyes widened like saucers.
"N-Noah? Noah Weaverheart?!"
It was nearly impossible to find someone on campus who didn't know his name now.
He smiled calmly. "Yes, that's me. Can you register the mission for me?"
"Y-Yes, of course!! Right away!"
She nearly dropped her pen in excitement, scrambling to get everything ready like she was meeting a celebrity.
Noah chuckled internally. After a month of this, he was used to it.
"Are you going solo? Or with a group?" she asked.
"With a group."
"I'll need their names and confirmation."
Noah's lips twitched. Eric and Elizabeth haven't technically agreed yet… but they will.
"It's Eric Shadowbounds and Elizabeth Lightcross. As for confirmation…"
He leaned in, voice low, smooth like honey.
"Can you overlook that just for me, pretty lady?"
BADUM—!
Her heart skipped. She stared at him, dazed. "Y-Yes! Anything for you…"
She eagerly began the process, only to be cut off by a chilling voice behind them—
"What are you doing here, my dearest best friend?"
Shudder.
Noah stiffened.
He turned slowly to find a girl with fiery orange hair and burning eyes smiling sweetly—and dangerously.
Yuki.
"Crap… I forgot about her."
"I'm here to take a mission," he muttered, coughing awkwardly.
Yuki's smile brightened. "Wonderful! Let's go together. We're strong enough on our own. It'll give us time to… bond. Away from certain bitches."
Yuki now has truly changed from her calm and unbothered self.
Her gaze shifted to the counter girl, who immediately looked like she'd seen death.
Noah sighed. "Stop it, Yuki," his voice firm.
She obeyed, but irritation still bubbled beneath her skin.
Turning to the receptionist, he added, "Put her on the list too."
"Y-Yes!"
Yuki frowned. "We're not going alone?"
"I have plans. I need both Elizabeth and Eric. So no, we're not."
Yuki didn't argue further. She knew him too well. His mind was made up.
But that didn't stop the silent, murderous thoughts brewing inside her.
They all want to steal my best friend. I'll slice them all to pieces.
Noah sensed it immediately.
Goddamn psycho.
He stepped forward and hugged her gently.
Yuki froze—then melted into his arms.
"Don't worry. We'll have time together. Just… don't do anything crazy, alright?"
She nodded softly. "Okay…"
Noah sighed again.
"The application's done," the receptionist said quickly, not looking anyone in the eye.
"Thanks," Noah replied—and teleported out with Yuki before she could commit a felony.
"Let's go meet the rest of the team."
But even as he walked, a thought crossed his mind.
Elizabeth and Yuki… in the same group?
Two insane women.
Noah sighed again.
"…Fuck my life."
—End of Chapter 60—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS