Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 1 1: The Beginning After The End

"W-what?"

Brandon’s voice trembled, cracking under the weight of his confusion.

"You heard me clearly," Emmie replied, her voice sharp and filled with impatience. "I'm done with you. I’ve found someone far better—a real man. Someone capable of taking care of me and providing everything I desire."

Her words struck him with the force of a sledgehammer, yet she wasn't finished twisting the knife.

"Not a pathetic loser like you, wasting your life away in some low-class restaurant."

Brandon’s grip tightened around his phone until his knuckles turned white. His breathing became erratic, coming in short, panicked bursts. This had to be a nightmare. It couldn't be happening.

"Don't bother calling me again," Emmie stated, her tone cold and final. "Actually, it doesn't matter. I’m blocking you right now."

Tinnt!

The line went dead. Just like that, it was over.

Brandon stood paralyzed, staring blankly at the dark screen. His mind was a void, and his heart… it was completely shattered.

The sounds of waves crashing against the shoreline filled the silence, the heavy scent of salt lingering in the air. This setting was meant to be romantic. Tonight was supposed to be the pinnacle of his happiness.

His right hand shook as he looked down at his palm. Resting there was a small, finely crafted box of red and gold. Inside, a ring sparkled brilliantly under the pale moonlight.

He had spent five long years saving every penny for that ring.

All for her.

For the woman who had been his pillar of strength after his mother passed away. The one who had guided him out of his darkest moments.

Was it truly love? Or had it simply been a desperate dependence?

A bitter laugh escaped Brandon’s throat as a tightness gripped his chest. He looked around at the scene he had meticulously prepared—the flickering candlelight, the flower petals scattered across the sand, the immense effort he had poured into making everything perfect.

It was all for nothing.

"I can't believe she just walked away like that..."

His voice was barely a whisper, instantly swallowed by the coastal wind.

"Was I just a game to her this whole time?"

Suddenly, something inside him snapped.

Driven by a surge of raw frustration, his fingers clamped shut around the ring box. With a guttural roar, he flung it deep into the dark ocean.

Fshhh!

One second passed. Then two.

A hollow feeling settled in his gut.

"Wait. Hold on—MY MONEY!"

Panic surged through him as the reality of his actions set in.

"What the hell is wrong with me?!"

Without a second thought, he kicked off his shoes and sprinted toward the surf. He wasn't about to lose five years of hard-earned savings and his girlfriend on the same miserable night.

The waves were relentless, roaring with wild intensity. Brandon didn't falter. He dived in, the freezing water stinging his skin as he struggled forward. His eyes searched the surface desperately, hunting for the box.

There—it was bobbing further out into the deep.

He swam with everything he had, his arms cutting through the water as desperation fueled his movements.

"Get back here, you stupid—"

A massive wall of water crashed directly into him.

The impact was brutal, hitting him with the force of a solid brick wall. Seawater flooded his mouth, his throat, and his lungs. He flailed his limbs wildly, but the ocean's power was overwhelming.

He was being pulled under.

Deeper and deeper.

The crushing pressure intensified as his vision began to fade to black.

"No. No, no, no."

He fought to surface, but his body felt as heavy as lead. Every frantic movement drained the last of his precious oxygen.

His lungs burned with agony.

"Damn it! If it wasn't for Emmie, I wouldn't be in this mess! If it wasn't for my own idiocy—!"

His thoughts grew sluggish. His will to fight began to wither.

Fine.

I give up. There’s nobody waiting for me anyway.

His body went limp as his consciousness started to drift away.

Then—

CRACK.

His head collided violently with something hard.

A rock.

But it didn't just sit there—it pulsed. It began to glow.

A radiant, supernatural light burst forth from the stone, lighting up the dark depths. Brandon barely had a moment to register the sight before his pain, his memories, and his very existence were snuffed out.

He died.

⸻

Brandon’s consciousness flickered back to life within a void. An infinite expanse of nothingness.

He felt weightless. Transformed. He had no body—only a small, flickering wisp of energy drifting in the dark abyss.

"Wait… where the hell am I?"

A mechanical chime rang out through the void, followed by a cold, emotionless female voice.

[System Activated.]

[You have received the Sovereign Bond System.]

[You Have Died.]

Brandon’s mind froze in shock.

[You Will Be Reborn Into a New World.]

"Reborn? What are you talking about?!"

The voice continued, indifferent to his confusion.

[Analyzing Host's Memories…]

[Searching for a Suitable World…]

[Scanning Novels the Host Has Read…]

"Wait, stop! You're moving too fast!"

Finally, a last notification sounded:

[Ding! The World of Laeh Has Been Chosen.]

Brandon’s nonexistent heart skipped a beat.

"Oh. My. God."

[Host, Brace Yourself. You Are Being Reborn.]

Before Brandon could even begin to process the situation, the darkness consumed him entirely.

…What the flying fuck is happening?!

—End of chapter 1—