Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 2 2: Noah

A grand hall glittered with the luster of gold and silver. A delicate hint of jasmine lingered in the air, while the shimmering radiance of enchanted crystals threw soft shadows across the walls. The sheer opulence of the surroundings was staggering.

In the center of the chamber, resting upon a gargantuan bed designed to accommodate ten people, lay a young boy who appeared no older than twelve.

Then—

"AHHHHHH!!!"

A piercing, bloodcurdling shriek shattered the quietude.

BOOM!

The heavy doors were flung open.

"Young Master Noah! Are you alright?!"

A middle-aged woman dressed in a maid’s attire scrambled inside, her complexion pale with distress. She lifted her hands, and a soothing green glow ignited within her palms. "Please, lie down! I'll help you!" She channeled her magic to settle his nerves.

The boy—Brandon, now trapped in a body he didn't recognize—blinked in a daze. His breath was shallow and ragged, his pulse drumming against his ribs.

What… just happened?

Reincarnation? No. That was merely a trope from fiction. This couldn't possibly be happening.

Yet, every sensation he experienced pointed toward a single, undeniable truth.

It was real.

"Where am I—?"

"Young Master?" the woman’s voice wavered—not out of empathy for his pain, but out of pure terror. She feared the wrath of his mother should her son be found in such a state.

Brandon's—no, Noah's—eyes locked onto her.

He managed a faint, stiff nod. "I'm fine." His voice sounded raspy and foreign to his own ears.

It was best to remain tight-lipped to prevent any suspicion.

The maid exhaled a heavy breath of relief. "I'll leave you to rest, then." She retreated from the room with haste, as if staying in his presence a moment longer was a risk she couldn't take.

Noah watched her departure, his thoughts racing in circles.

Then—

[Ding! You have been reborn in the world of Laeh.]

[Your new identity: Noah Weaverheart, sole heir of the Weaverheart Family.]

A chill ran down his spine.

Weaverheart.

The name hit him with the force of a lightning strike.

No. There was no way.

He recognized that name.

How could he ever forget it?

This was the setting of the novel he had started reading just before his… tragic drowning accident.

"The Goddess's Lover is Her Champion."

It was a medieval fantasy tale brimming with magic, swords, dungeons, kingdoms, and ancient families. It followed every classic trope.

But the most terrifying part?

The protagonist.

Noah tightened his grip into fists.

"Elijah Stoneheart."

A total walking cliché. The illegitimate son of the Stonehearts—one of the Four Great Families. Born to a prostitute, he was mocked, shunned, and treated like trash. That is, until his Awakening Day.

That was when he gained an SSS-rank talent, received the Goddess's blessing, and was granted a broken system that gifted him overpowered items for every quest he finished.

In a mere twenty-four hours, he rose from the dirt to become the most desired figure in the entire kingdom.

And what did that mean for someone like Noah Weaverheart?

It meant total ruin.

Noah let out a sharp breath, forcing his mind to stay focused.

In the story, Noah is killed before the 50th chapter.

Why?

Because at a grand gala hosted by the Royal Family—intended to present Elijah as the Chosen of the Goddess and announce his betrothal to the princess—Noah, being the arrogant heir, couldn't endure the disgrace.

He had harbored feelings for the princess since they were children. Their families had even promised they would be wed one day.

And now, simply because some nobody was blessed by the Goddess, they just changed their minds?

To be fair, that was actually quite logical. However,

He couldn't accept it.

So he behaved like a petulant child. He publicly insulted Elijah's mother.

He called her a whore in front of the entire nobility.

Elijah executed him on the spot.

And that was merely the start of the tragedy.

His mother, Selene Weaverheart—the Matriarch of the Weaverheart Family—lost her mind seeking vengeance. She waged war against three heads of the Four Great Families… and perished.

She died for his sake.

Because that was the nature of Selene Weaverheart.

A mother whose entire existence was centered around her child.

He was her greatest strength.

And her fatal flaw.

Due to her desperate retaliation, the Weaverheart Family was completely annihilated.

Just like that.

Noah brushed a hand through his hair, his breathing unsteady.

"…I'm dead meat."

His body in this world was garbage. On his day of Awakening, he was destined to manifest a D-rank talent—the absolute bottom tier. A total embarrassment to his bloodline.

And the worst part of it all?

He had no clue what happened after Chapter 50.

He never finished the book.

Why?

Because the subsequent chapters were behind a paywall.

And he lacked the funds to pay for them.

Because he had been saving every penny for that damn engagement ring.

Noah squeezed his eyes shut, trying to suppress the urge to curse his ex-girlfriend's entire family tree and his own past idiocy.

He inhaled deeply.

"System." His voice remained firm despite his internal chaos. "Out of every novel I’ve ever read, why did you drop me here?"

[Host, the selection was random.]

His eyelid twitched. A weary sigh escaped him. "Brilliant. Just my luck."

What was he supposed to do? He didn't even know how the story continued past his own execution.

Noah fell back against the ridiculously plush pillows, massaging his temples.

The deck was stacked against him.

His talent was nonexistent.

His fate was sealed.

[Host, you have me.]

Noah's brow furrowed. "Right. That’s the only thing keeping me from jumping out the window. So… what are you exactly? What can you do? Are you going to hand out quests like Elijah’s system?"

[I am the Sovereign Bond System.]

[A manifestation of power created from the lingering essence of over a billion collapsed universes.]

Noah’s heart skipped a beat. That sounded… incredibly dangerous.

"And your functions?"

[As my name implies, Host.]

[By establishing bonds with women, you can share their talent, bloodline, skills, physique, and attributes—all enhanced by a 10,000x multiplier. However, this only functions up to 3 ranks above your own.]

Noah’s eyes bulged in disbelief. He sat bolt upright, his posture straight as a board.

…What?

WHAT?!

His breath hitched, but he struggled to stay composed. "Define 'bond.'"

[A deep emotional link.]

[Only true love is valid. Superficial flings will not be recognized. The affection level must reach at least 70% to establish a bond.]

[Should their affection fall below that threshold… you will lose every benefit gained from them.]

Noah’s jaw dropped slightly. "Wait. So I can't just seduce random women to farm power?"

[That is correct. Only sincere, significant relationships are eligible.]

[The System will provide guidance and support… but the path you take is entirely yours.]

A long silence filled the extravagant room.

Noah breathed out, feeling the knots in his shoulders finally loosen. His hands, which had been shaking only minutes ago, were now steady.

So this was it. His new life.

A world where strength was reserved for the elite.

Where your worth was determined by innate talent.

Where he was cast as a mere footnote to be trampled upon.

…To hell with that.

A slow, predatory smirk spread across Noah’s face.

I’ll show you how to truly break the rules of fate.

—End of Chapter 2—