Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 6 6: The Path Forward

Noah took a quick look at the shimmering golden interface before dismissing it with a simple thought.

This system was a universal constant—a tool accessible to every soul in this world. However, it served as neither a mentor nor a guide. It provided no words of wisdom and offered no solace.

Its only purpose was to record.

It was a detached, logical mechanism that only stirred when a person crossed a specific threshold, presenting vital choices or granting titles that transformed one's very essence.

There was no room for emotion, mercy, or idle chatter.

Noah’s system, however, stood apart. While the Akashic Records merely documented his existence, his own system provided him with raw power. It granted him the ability to share the strength of his women, monitor his growth with surgical precision, and evolve at a pace that far outstripped his peers.

That distinction changed everything.

Letting out a breath, he scanned the surroundings. The frost he had unleashed earlier still clung to the floor and walls, a physical testament to his awakening. Yet, as soon as he commanded it to vanish—

It disappeared instantly.

The temperature rose as the room reverted to its original state, leaving no trace of the cold that had just filled it.

He shifted his focus, his eyes landing on his mother.

A faint, dignified smile crossed his face.

"Mother, I did it. I’ve awakened an—"

His sentence was cut short by a sudden wave of heat.

His mother had pulled him into a fierce, sudden hug.

She held him with a desperate, protective strength, as if afraid to let go.

"I know, my child. I know," she whispered, her voice shaking slightly. "You must be drained after an awakening like that."

Noah stood motionless.

He had anticipated words of praise, a simple nod, or perhaps a look of pride.

But this?

This intense, visceral affection?

She eased her grip just enough to look him in the eye, her violet gaze burning with a powerful intensity.

"Go to your room and rest. We will talk about your future and your training regimen later."

A gentle smile played on her lips.

"I am so incredibly proud of you."

His heart gave a sharp tug.

In that fleeting second, he wasn't Noah Weaverheart anymore.

He was Brandon from Earth—the boy who had lost his mother far too early.

And here, in this embrace, he felt the warmth he believed was gone forever for the first time since her passing.

A mother’s love.

Constant. Unfailing. Genuine.

A lump rose in his throat, but he forced himself to swallow it.

His mouth curved into a small, honest smile.

It was the first sincere expression he had made since his reincarnation.

"Thank you, Mother."

Selene’s heart practically melted. 'My baby is just too adorable!!!!'

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Back in his bedroom, Noah sat cross-legged on the mattress. Neko was nowhere in sight, leaving him in silence with his own reflections.

'System, display my profile.'

A violet holographic screen appeared in front of him.

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Name: Noah Weaverheart

Race: Human

Rank: E

Titles: The Reincarnator

Bloodline: Weaverheart's Bloodline – Favored by Ice

Physique: None

Affinity: Ice (SSS Rank)

Talent: Sovereign of Ice (SSS Rank)

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Noah’s eyes remained fixed on his affinity status.

In this realm, an affinity was more than a power level—it defined the path a person was naturally destined to walk.

Someone gifted with Fire Affinity would command flames as naturally as breathing, yet they would find water techniques nearly impossible to master. But affinities weren't restricted to simple elements.

They could be conceptual—ranging from battle and fate to time and space, or even abstract ideas like authority or severance.

With each passing year, the discovery of new affinities proved the infinite potential of this world.

One rule remained absolute, however.

The higher the rank, the deeper the bond.

A practitioner with an SSS-ranked Ice affinity wouldn't just manipulate the element.

They would embody Ice itself.

Noah tightened his grip, sensing a cold pulse thrumming through his veins.

He wouldn't have to toil as hard as others; his affinity alone gave him a massive advantage.

Still, he knew he couldn't afford to become complacent.

'Show me my skills.'

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<Title Skills>

The Reincarnator:

1. Your soul is one of a kind. Under the correct circumstances, you may awaken the affinities of Space and Time.

2. You possess the ability to revive once a month, provided your soul is not destroyed.

<Talent Skills>

Ice Manipulation: Absolute and effortless control over ice.

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Noah’s eyebrows shot up.

Usually, a title provided either a passive effect or an active skill—rarely both at once.

If a title offered both, it signified only one thing.

It was an absolute monster of a title.

And his was exactly that.

"Space and Time… some of the rarest affinities in existence," he whispered. "The only individual I know with Space Affinity is Elijah."

But that second ability…

Resurrection.

Once every month, so long as his soul survived.

His fingers twitched.

That was simply insane.

Titles were prized for a reason; the more difficult they were to earn, the more broken their effects.

And Noah’s?

His title was likely among the most difficult to ever be obtained.

A dark smirk began to form on his face.

This tempted him to perform reckless stunts just to see what other titles he could unlock.

But there was no need to rush.

He would claim them naturally as he progressed.

He shifted his attention to his Ice Manipulation skill.

Unlike titles, talent skills followed a rigid path of awakening.

Every talent provided a single skill at birth. The difference lay in the fact that a stronger talent made that skill exponentially more powerful.

Upon reaching C-rank, additional skills would manifest. By the time he hit SSS-rank, he would wield six distinct techniques—six powers capable of toppling nations.

Noah gave his wrist a flick.

A jagged shard of ice materialized above his hand.

He forced it to change—becoming a sphere, then an arrow, then a blade. Each new shape demanded more of his focus.

By the time he attempted to form a full sword, his concentration faltered. The ice began to shake, its edges blurring.

His mana was being sucked dry at an alarming rate.

"Huff… huff…"

The moment he broke his focus, the ice dissolved into a fine mist.

Noah let out a sharp exhale.

"I definitely need to train," he muttered to himself.

It wasn't just a matter of control. The more intricate the form, the heavier the mana cost.

He needed more precision, better efficiency, and greater endurance.

"I'll go over the training details with Mother later."

For now, he had more pressing matters to consider.

His expression grew grim.

In this world, the Goddess of Light and Justice was a very real presence.

She had picked Elijah as her chosen champion, granting him divine favor to battle the monsters and demons emerging from the dungeons.

The moment Elijah awakened, the Church of the Goddess would move to claim him.

That institution was as formidable as the Four Great Families or the Royal Family itself.

Their strength wasn't merely a matter of politics—it was rooted in spirituality.

Faith was a lethal tool, and their reach touched every layer of society.

With the backing of the Church, Elijah would be virtually untouchable.

Especially with that obsessive, yandere Saintess at his side.

Tsk. What a lucky bastard.

Eventually, he would join Apex Academy—the elite school where various races gathered to train.

Train?

What a joke.

That guy will only head there to build his ever-expanding harem.

Noah’s jaw set firmly.

Not on my watch.

His silver eyes shimmered, frost dancing within his pupils.

Step one: Reach Rank C through intense training and clearing dungeons.

Step two: Join Apex Academy at age fifteen and confront the main cast.

A slow, calculating grin spread across his face.

"What better way to take his women than from right under his nose?"

But before all that…

The princess.

Her talent was far too precious to ignore.

Noah’s strategy was set.

—End of Chapter 6—