Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 371

Chapter 371: Chapter 371: Noah

Chapter 371 – Noah

Did the world stop?

Noah couldn’t help but wonder as he felt the sudden stillness that permeated the entire world, causing a chill to crawl inside his heart, fear blooming in a way Noah didn’t know how to feel any longer.

The women around him were stunned beyond measure, beyond recognition. All of them had their eyes wide in silent surprise, unable to put words to what they were feeling.

Yet, none of their reactions were as intense as those who had known Noah since he was a toddler. Selene, Ester, Neko, Sari, and even Luminara, the frost beast always dwelling inside Selene.

To put words to their current expression and feelings would be sacrilege, for no words could ever describe the emotion pulsing through their bodies like poison.

Noah…? Their Noah… was what? A possessed soul from this world?

“W-What do you mean, Noah?” Ester’s voice trembled like a leaf caught between crashing winds, unable to remain as strong and lively as usual.

Selene couldn’t speak. Her mind seemed to have stopped functioning, her brain’s neurons working overtime to find meaning in the shock freezing her thoughts.

Noah bit the inside of his lip tightly, doing his best not to fold at that moment. It was hard, as the eyes his women gave him were ones he never thought he’d ever receive from them.

They were looking at him as if seeing a stranger for the first time. As if it was their first meeting. A feeling of alienation lingered in their eyes, quiet yet piercing.

Oh… how painful it was, to see such a look on the faces of those you cherished most.

But he only smiled, a forlorn expression plastered on his face, as he answered Ester’s question.

“I-I…” he stuttered, his voice dry as drought-stricken soil. The women grew even more alarmed, for Noah had never stuttered before them.

Eventually, he gathered himself, steadying his trembling voice.

“I… I am not originally Noah Weaverheart,” he said, and like a bomb, the minds of his wives detonated in thunderous disbelief.

Selene staggered backward from where she sat, unconsciously creating distance between them. Her peaceful, motherly blue eyes began to shimmer, wide in unspoken horror.

Noah lost his voice at the sight. For a brief moment, his mind froze in grief.

But he pulled himself back and decided to end it.

He would spill everything and let them decide. He wanted to end this agony shredding his soul apart by confessing and emptying his heart.

“My original name is Brandon… Brandon Imane. I was a simple earthling, living an ordinary life in Paris…”

And so he went on, telling his wives about his life as Brandon. He wanted to be transparent with them, so he spilled everything. He told them how his mother came to France and gave birth to him. How she lived and sacrificed for him. And how she eventually died after he grew old enough to take care of himself.

To say the women were shocked would be the understatement of the century.

But even then, among them were those who somehow understood, who were not as shaken.

Justicia and Shadeva.

The two were surprised to know Noah had lived another life as Brandon before coming to Laeh, but they were old enough, wise enough, to know that reincarnation was not, in fact, uncommon in the vast universe.

The Old Ones had done the same, reincarnating through their bloodlines to expand their legacy further.

And there were others who, after the initial shock, didn’t care much in the end like Red, Anya, Aphasia, and the maids among the rest.

They had never known the original Noah. To them, Noah had always been Noah.

And yet, not caring didn’t mean they couldn’t understand those who cared more deeply.

Selene, Neko, Ester, Sari, Sophie, and Luminara… these were the ones who felt the greatest shock and were still struggling to grasp their emotions the more Noah went on.

Finally, Noah told them about his death on the beach after being dumped by the woman he loved, and how he found himself waking up in a whole different body, in Laeh, within the Weaverheart estate.

He didn’t mention Providence, only calling it a phenomenon he still couldn’t understand.

Once he was done, silence fell. His heart was beating so loudly he thought it might fail him. And he almost wished it would, at least then he wouldn’t have to see his mother’s face.

She was staring at him blankly, no emotion showing, her expression a fragile shell barely holding back the storm beneath.

It looked as if she felt too many emotions at once, so many that they had numbed her completely.

The surrounding space turned eerily silent. So silent that even the soft whistling of the wind could be heard whispering past their ears.

“W-When…?” Neko asked, shocked but slowly regaining control. Her voice wasn’t judging…it was searching, trying to understand.

“I think…” Noah started, “two days or so before my awakening.”

That was when everything clicked in their minds.

They began to remember how Noah had suddenly changed, how he acted in ways they never expected from him.

He became gentler, more understanding with others, and suddenly willing to show affection to his mother.

Ah…

“Where is my son?” Selene asked, almost brokenly. Her voice was mechanical, hollow, as if detached from her own being.

Instantly, all the other women fell silent, feeling the crushing grief hidden behind Selene’s question.

Noah’s body trembled.

“Where is my son?” Selene repeated, louder now. “Where is my son?”

“I… I am your son, Mother,” Noah said, taking a hesitant step forward, trying to hug her.

She pushed his arms away with enough strength to destroy a building. Noah staggered backward under the unexpected force.

When he raised his head, he froze.

Selene was crying.

Tears streamed down her cheeks faster than a torrent, heavier than anything Noah had ever seen. She almost choked on her breath, her lungs unable to keep up with the breaking rhythm of her heart.

The girls felt as if their own hearts were being pierced. Unconsciously, seeing Selene cry made their eyes shimmer with unshed tears, their chests heavy with unspoken misery.

Selene was the mother of the harem. She was the one who kept everything together, the anchor who made women with vastly different pasts and temperaments blend seamlessly into a family.

She was Noah’s mother, and without needing to say it, she held the highest authority among them. It was unspoken, but known.

And yet, Selene had never used that authority for herself. She always preferred to talk with them, invite them for tea she brewed with her own hands, and tell stories about Noah when he was younger and more rebellious.

She was The Mother.

The heart of them all. The most respected.

So seeing her like this, broken, asking again and again where her son was despite him standing right in front of her…

It shattered something inside the other girls. Some lowered their heads, afraid to look upon that face. Zara controlled her emotions, numbing herself, but even her power couldn’t erase the pain of that moment.

Noah might have felt worse than all of them combined. His mind was still reeling from the fact that his mother had refused his touch.

Did it ever happen before?

It never had.

Selene had always been there for her son, never holding anything back. From the beginning, Noah was her world, her heart, her obsession. Even in the original book, she had died after going out to kill those responsible for her son’s death.

So when she realized that the one receiving her feelings and love all along was an unknown being — one with his own mother — and that her true son was…

…where? Dead?

Selene seemed to lose her mind at that moment. But once again, Noah approached her, and this time he managed to hug her, albeit forcefully.

Selene tried to struggle out of his embrace, but she was far weaker than Noah now. She couldn’t do anything to him unless he allowed it.

And Noah did.

He let her hurt him. He let her tear open his skin with her nails, his pristine white blood gushing from his body in a cascade, spraying the girls beside them who watched in shock. She clawed at his back, then went on to scratch his face and slap him, all while shouting the question that hurt Noah more than any wound she inflicted.

“WHERE IS MY SON?!”

She screamed it again and again, and the whole world seemed to shake at her voice. The earthlings below thought an earthquake was happening all around the globe.

The girls bit their lips at the sight, their mouths open in a soundless scream. They wanted to yell at Selene to stop, to stop hurting Noah, that he was still the one who loved them, the one who had made them who they were, the one who had taken care of them.

He was the one who made Sophie an empress.

Who saved Elizabeth from enslavement by beings still unknown.

Who saved Emily from Rome and gave her peace.

Who gave Zara closure with her father and mother.

Who helped Aphasia reunite seamlessly with her sister.

Who freed Shadeva and accepted her demand by sparing her siblings.

He was the one who punished the woman who had raped Sari, by putting her in an eternal torture.

He was the man who conquered an entire realm — a realm that all beings in the universe would die to possess — and still gifted it to his wife, his shadow, who had been with him since the beginning.

He was the one.

He might not have been the original Noah, but to them, he was Noah.

He was the man they loved. The man they were ready to die for, if necessary.

All of them knew that, even Selene knew.

But at that moment, the pain of revelation was too great for her to acknowledge it.

She needed to vent. She needed to let go.

And Noah accepted that. So he closed his eyes, gently caressing her back, tears falling down his cheeks as Selene continued tearing his body apart, until his pristine white bones were visible for the world to see.

The women gasped in horror.

Elizabeth took a step forward to stop Selene, only for Sophie to grab her trembling hand, herself shaking. She shook her head, silently telling her not to.

They were all suffering, but they needed to accept Selene’s pain.

So they sat there, silent, waiting in agony.

Eventually, Selene stopped screaming and hurting Noah. She sat limply in his arms, drained emotionally, physically.

By now, the entire Mount Everest was bathed in Noah’s pristine white blood.

It was a wonder he was still alive after losing so much of it.

All around the world, people were witnessing the scene in astonishment, wondering if it was the end of time.

Noah slowly parted his lips, his voice hoarse with pain. Not the physical kind, but one that came from deeper, from the soul itself.

“I am your son,” he said indignantly, unwilling to accept anything else.

“You loved me. I loved you. You protected me and gave me everything I could ever ask for, even what I couldn’t think to ask. You made me feel the maternal love I’d been missing in my final years in Paris, closing the gaping void of loneliness inside my heart.”

“I know I’ve taken your son’s place. I know that I’m wrong — a hypocrite, or whatever wretched name you want to give me — for even being here, for daring to ask for your love…”

Selene began to tremble.

“I know all of that, but…”

His voice grew weak, almost a whisper, afraid and broken.

“It was me, Mother… it was me all along since the awakening. It was me…” he whispered, his voice cracking, “It… it was me… your son.”

Selene’s tears didn’t stop. Memories began to flood her mind, the day Noah came and hugged her, the day she thought her son had changed for the better. But no… it had been someone else.

And yet, since that day, her life had been nothing but fulfilled. Watching her son grow, becoming stronger, wiser, more loving than she had ever dared to hope.

She knew. She knew Noah loved her. She knew he loved each of them.

But she couldn’t help but wonder…

Would her original son have been like him?

Would he have loved her the same way this man did?

Selene didn’t know why, but she already knew her answer.

She slowly raised her head and looked around. She saw the girls — her sisters — watching with faces filled with sorrow.

Then she lowered her eyes and saw Noah’s back, torn and bloodied, and her heart clenched as if someone were crushing it in their palm, ready to burst it open.

She gasped soundlessly.

And she knew, at that moment, that it was already too late to wonder about any of that.

She knew that they had gone too far to turn back because of such things.

She knew, deep down, that she loved the man Noah had become, more than she ever thought she could.

And she knew then…

‘This is your son,’ Selene, Luminara said within her mind. ‘He is Noah. He is the man we all came to love. He is the man who brought us together, who made us love each other. He is the glue that kept us from falling apart.’

‘You know that, right?’

Oh, she knew. She goddamn knew.

Because even while anguish was shredding her being, there wasn’t a single ounce of hatred for Noah.

Only love.

There was only denial and pain…the pain of knowing she couldn’t love her real son the same way she loved Noah.

And that she didn’t believe she could ever love anyone more than she loved the man now holding her tight, letting her break the body he had so painstakingly forged.

He let her spill his divine blood — the blood of a Progenitor — for all the world to see.

No Progenitor would ever allow that to happen. None.

And at that moment…

Selene’s tears flowed faster. And as if they all felt it…

All the women blurred into motion, appearing around them, wrapping them both in a tight embrace, whispering again and again and again to the crying Noah and Selene that it was okay.

And that they loved him. Him, and no one else.

That for them, he was Noah, the man who loved them, who protected them.

And that he was also…

“Yes…” Selene said brokenly, hugging Noah back, “you are my son…”

Noah’s tears fell faster.

“You are my son, Noah.”

And they wept. They wept together like the family they had become.

That revelation had stunned them, had even made them doubt.

But in the end, the awareness of a simple truth shone through their minds like sunlight warming the whole planet above them.

That day, on the top of Mount Everest…

The girls had never been so certain, so absolute in their belief of…

“We love you, Noah.”

…they loved him more than he ever thought.

More than he deserved.

—End of Chapter 371—