Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 3 3: The World

Noah stood before the mirror, carefully examining his own reflection.

Silken purple hair cascaded down past his shoulders in long strands. His silver eyes were sharp and piercing, reflecting the world with the clarity of glass. A smirk played on his lips.

At least I'm handsome now.

There was no question that Noah Weaverheart was a lady-killer—the kind of man who could command attention with just a single look. Had his predecessor utilized this face correctly, his fate would have been entirely different.

Tch. What a waste. If the previous Noah possessed even half a brain, a face like this would have made even the protagonist struggle to compete.

But that was in the past.

This time around, he intended to use his appearance, his intellect, and—most crucially—his system to obtain everything he desired. That included the princess destined to dump him for the protagonist.

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After cleaning himself up, Noah stood by the window and looked out over the sprawling Weaverheart estate.

The morning sun draped the landscape in a golden hue. As far as his eyes could reach, there were endless training fields, vibrant gardens, and massive marble buildings. It was a residence fitting for a member of the Four Great Families.

And yet…

This world is insane.

Noah had only managed to read the first fifty chapters of the novel before his death. However, what he did know had hooked him instantly.

It was a world ruled by mana, defined by monsters, dungeons, and constant conflict.

Centuries ago, gates manifested across the globe, vomiting out creatures from nightmares—goblins, orcs, dire wolves, dragons, and the undead. Every conceivable horror emerged.

But those gates brought a gift alongside the terror.

Mana.

This mysterious energy triggered human potential, providing them with supernatural powers.

Humanity used this power to fight back, but they weren't the only ones to evolve. The presence of mana also gave rise to other races: elves, dwarves, beastmen, and demons.

Instead of finding unity, these races splintered the world, each seizing their own continents. A fragile peace was established.

Except for the demons.

They were the true antagonists, thriving on war and chaos.

Consequently, the other races formed an alliance, establishing an academy to cultivate their greatest talents. It was a place where all races lived side-by-side.

The very same academy where Elijah—the protagonist—would go on to collect women like Pokémon.

Noah muttered a curse under his breath.

"Damn you, Elijah."

…

The system of power progression in this world was quite simple.

Upon reaching the age of twelve, every child underwent an awakening of their innate talent, which was ranked from E-rank to SSS-rank.

E-rank? Completely worthless.

SSS-rank? A literal god among mortals.

Once awakened, they were officially logged by the Akashic Record—a cryptic system that managed strength and status. It tracked every deed and achievement; if you accomplished something truly notable—whether heroic or villainous—it bestowed a title upon you.

Those titles were far more than mere labels.

They provided tangible power.

The rarer and more potent your titles, the more powerful you became. In this reality, strength wasn't solely about talent.

It was about the weight of your existence. Your existence could only be elevated by securing titles and achievements.

When an individual's existence hit a specific limit, the Akashic Record offered them a choice.

Aura serves as the perfect example.

To ascend to A-rank, one had to manifest their Aura—the physical projection of their presence and energy. This was achieved either through years of brutal training or by stacking enough titles. Once your existence reached that threshold, the Akashic Record would present a list of Auras based on your history and the path you walked. Naturally, the more unique and powerful your journey, the more insane the options became.

The same logic applied to S-rank, but instead of Aura, one awakened Intent—a profound, personal grasp of a concept so deep it could warp reality.

As for SS-rank and higher…

Noah had no clue.

He hadn't read that far.

But one fact was certain—power could be seized.

If you were clever, courageous, and crazy enough, you could force the Akashic Record to recognize you.

That was the very loophole he planned to exploit.

Because unlike everyone else…

He possessed a system. A very unique one.

Just as he began to plot his next move—

Knock. Knock.

"Young Master, may I enter?"

It was a familiar voice.

Noah turned toward the door. "Yes."

The middle-aged maid he had seen earlier walked in, her body stiff and her eyes glued to the floor.

The reason was immediately obvious to Noah.

His predecessor had been a bratty, spoiled child who bullied the servants because he knew his mother would never hold him accountable.

Now?

They were absolutely terrified of him.

How annoying.

He let out a sigh. "Do you need something?"

The maid flinched at his words before stammering, "T-The Lady is waiting for you in the dining room."

Noah gave a nod. "Guide me."

The maid stood frozen. "…What?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Do I have to repeat myself?"

"Ah! N-No, Young Master! Right away!" She practically sprinted into the corridor, shaking with fear.

Noah followed her, sighing to himself. I feel bad for her… but I have no idea where the hell the dining room is.

If only the memories of his predecessor had been inherited.

System, at least do your job properly next time.

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The dining hall was massive, yet it felt strangely hollow.

A long table made of mahogany dominated the room, but only two chairs were placed at opposite ends.

It was logical.

The Weaverheart family consisted of only two members.

Noah and his mother.

And his father?

He was an unknown variable.

Not that it mattered to him.

"Hello, Mother."

Sitting at the head of the table was a breathtaking woman with cascading silver hair and intense violet eyes.

Selene Weaverheart.

She was one of the most powerful women in the Empire of Castria, the heart of the human domain.

A truly frightening existence.

She smiled warmly, opening her arms. "Come here, my baby. Give Mommy a hug."

Noah paused for a moment.

The previous Noah had always pushed her affection away.

However, if there was one person he needed to secure a bond with immediately, it was her.

He walked forward and embraced her.

Selene went rigid.

Her arms stayed suspended in the air, frozen by shock, as if her mind couldn't process the event.

Noah pulled back slightly and tilted his head. "Mother? Is something wrong?"

Her grip suddenly tightened around him.

Noah could feel her body trembling.

Shit. Did I overdo it?

Selene moved back, her purple eyes searching his.

"What's wrong with you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You never let me hug you."

Noah sighed, forcing a look of sheepishness. "I realized… I've been an idiot."

He cast his gaze downward. "People always say I'm nothing without you. That I'm weak, talentless. They say I'll never finish my training. I didn't want to rely on you forever, so I tried to distance myself."

Selene's expression softened instantly.

Noah didn't even need to lie.

This was exactly the motivation behind his predecessor's actions.

Selene reached out, cupping his face in her hands. "You know, you don't have to care about what others say."

Then—

The room's temperature plummeted.

A thick, murderous aura saturated the air.

Selene's voice became as cold as ice.

"…And just wait, my love. I'll find everyone who said that about you and make them regret being born."

Noah felt a shiver run down his spine. That yandere switch was too fast.

He gave a light cough. "Uh, right. So… why did you call me here?"

Selene leaned back into her seat, a smirk returning to her face.

"You know that tomorrow is your twelfth birthday."

"The day of your awakening."

"Are you ready?"

Noah's heart skipped a beat, and his finger gave a small twitch.

Already?!

The main plot was set to begin tomorrow.

System, show my mother's affection level.

[Affection Level: Selene Weaverheart – 90%]

So I can share her talent?

[No. The rank of your mother is SS. As an unawakened person, you can only share with people up to C rank.]

Noah cursed. 'Shit. That's a problem.'

"Of course, Mother. I'm ready."

He forced another smile.

—Or I will make sure to be before tomorrow.

I mean with my appearance, it's not impossible that someone fancies me in secret, right?

Noah's gaze hardened.

And even if there is none. I would make sure there is one before tomorrow morning.

…But wait. If my mother's obsessed with me, why isn't it 100%?

[90% is the highest a mother's love can naturally reach. Anything beyond that… is something else entirely.]

Noah blinked in confusion.

Then— a chilling realization began to creep into his mind.

No. That couldn't be what it meant…right?

End of Chapter 3.