Harem Stealer

VOL I: The REINCARNATOR

“They called it love. I called it conquest.”

Chapter 1: The End and The Beginning

"W-what?"

Brandon's voice cracked.

"You heard me." Emmie's tone was sharp, impatient. "I don't want to be with you anymore. I found someone better. A real man. Someone who can actually take care of me and give me everything I want."

Her words hit like a sledgehammer, but she wasn't done.

"Not a puny guy like you, wasting his life in some shitty restaurant."

Brandon's fingers tightened around his phone. His breath came in short, uneven bursts. This wasn't real. It couldn't be.

"Don't call me again," Emmie added, voice dripping with finality. "You know what? Doesn't matter. I'm blocking you."

Tinnt!

The call ended. Just like that.

Brandon stood frozen, staring at the screen. His mind blank. His heart… shattered.

The waves crashed against the shore, the scent of salt thick in the air. It should have been romantic. This was supposed to be one of the happiest nights of his life.

His right hand trembled as he looked down. A small box sat in his palm—red and gold, finely crafted, elegant. Inside, a ring glimmered under the moonlight.

A ring he had spent five years saving for.

For her.

For the woman who had been his anchor when his mother died. The woman who pulled him from his darkest place.

Love? Maybe. Or was it just dependence?

Brandon let out a bitter laugh, his chest tightening. His gaze lifted, taking in the scene around him—the soft candlelight, the petals scattered on the sand, the careful effort he had put into making this night perfect.

All for nothing.

"I can't believe she left me just like that…"

His voice barely came out, a whisper carried away by the wind.

"Was it all just a game to her?"

Something inside him snapped.

Before he could think, his fingers clenched around the ring box—and with a roar of frustration, he hurled it into the ocean.

Fshhh!

A second passed. Then another.

His stomach dropped.

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait—MY MONEY!"

Panic flooded him as reality hit.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?!"

Without hesitation, he sprinted toward the water, kicking off his shoes. He wasn't about to lose five years' worth of savings and his girlfriend on the same damn night.

The waves roared, relentless and wild. But Brandon didn't stop. He charged in, the cold water biting at his skin as he pushed forward. His eyes darted across the surface, searching for the box.

There—bobbing further away.

He swam, arms cutting through the waves, desperation pushing him forward.

"Get back here, you stupid—"

A massive wave crashed into him.

The force was brutal, slamming into his body like a brick wall. Water filled his mouth, his lungs, his throat. His limbs flailed, but the ocean was too strong.

He was sinking.

Deeper.

The pressure crushed him, his vision darkening.

"No. No, no, no."

He struggled, but his body felt like lead. Every movement drained what little oxygen he had left.

His lungs screamed.

"Damn it! If it wasn't for Emmie, I wouldn't be here! If it wasn't for my own stupidity—!"

His thoughts turned sluggish. His fight weakened.

Fine.

I give up. There is no one waiting for me anyway.

His body went limp, consciousness slipping away.

Then—

CRACK.

His head slammed against something solid.

A rock.

It pulsed—no, it glowed.

A brilliant, otherworldly light erupted from it, illuminating the depths. Brandon barely had time to process it before everything—his pain, his thoughts, his existence—vanished.

He died.

⸻

Brandon's awareness returned in a void. A vast, endless nothing.

He felt… weightless. Different. His body—no, there was no body. Only a flickering wisp of energy, floating in the abyss.

"Wait… where am I?"

A mechanical chime echoed around him. An emotionless female voice.  

[System Activated.]

[You have received the Sovereign Bond System.]

[You Have Died.]

Brandon froze.

[You Will Be Reborn Into a New World.]

"Reborn? What?!"

The voice continued, unfazed.

[Analyzing Host's Memories…]

[Searching for a Suitable World…]

[Scanning Novels the Host Has Read…]

"Wait, wait, what?! You're going too fast!"

Then, a final notification:

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

Brandon's nonexistent heart stopped.

"Oh. My. Lord."

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

Brandon barely had time to process before the darkness swallowed him whole.

…What the flying fuck is going on?!

Chapter 2: Noah

A grand chamber bathed in gold and silver. The air carried a faint scent of jasmine, and the flickering glow of enchanted crystals cast soft shadows on the walls. The sheer luxury of it was overwhelming.

At the center of the room, on a massive bed that could fit ten people, lay a boy no older than twelve.

Then—

"AHHHHHH!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the silence.

BOOM!

The doors burst open.

"Young Master Noah! Are you alright?!"

A middle-aged woman in a maid's uniform rushed inside, her face pale with worry. She raised her hands, a warm green light flickering to life in her palms. "Please, lie down! I'll help you!" She used her magic to calm him.

The boy—Brandon, now in an unfamiliar body—blinked, dazed. His breathing was ragged, his heart racing.

What… just happened?

Reincarnation? No. That was just a concept in fiction. This couldn't be real.

But everything that had happened so far pointed to one truth.

It was real.

"Where am I—?"

"Young Master?" The woman's voice trembled—not out of concern for him, but out of fear. Fear of what his mother would do if she found her son unwell.

Brandon's—no, Noah's—gaze snapped to her.

He forced a weak nod. "I'm fine." His voice came out hoarse, unfamiliar.  

Best to keep his words short to avoid suspicion.

The maid let out a breath of relief. "I'll leave you to rest, then." She practically fled the room, as if unwilling to stay with him more than necessary.  

Noah watched her go, his mind spinning.

Then—

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

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

His blood ran cold.

Weaverheart.

The name struck him like a thunderbolt.

No. No way.

He knew that name.

How could he not?

This was the novel he had just started reading before his… unfortunate drowning incident.

"The Goddess's Lover is Her Champion."

A medieval fantasy novel filled with magic, swords, dungeons, kingdoms, and powerful families. All the standard tropes.

But the worst part?

The protagonist.

Noah clenched his fists.

"Elijah Stoneheart."

A walking cliché. The bastard son of one of the Four Great Families—the Stonehearts. Born from a prostitute, scorned, ignored, treated like filth. Until his Awakening Day.

Where he unlocked an SSS-rank talent, got blessed by the Goddess, and was handed a broken system that showered him with overpowered rewards after each completed quest.

Just like that, he went from the lowest of the low… to the most coveted person in the kingdom in a single day.

And what did that mean for Noah Weaverheart?

His downfall.

Noah exhaled sharply, forcing himself to stay calm.

In the novel, Noah dies within the first 50 chapters.

Why?

Because at an event hosted by the Royal Family—meant to introduce Elijah as the Goddess's Chosen and announce his engagement to the princess—Noah, the spoiled heir, couldn't handle the humiliation.

He had always loved the princess. They were childhood friends. Their families had promised to engage them when they were older.

And now, just because some random guy got blessed by the Goddess, they changed their minds?

Okay, that's actually logical to be honest. But,

He couldn't stand it.

So he acted like a spoiled brat. He insulted Elijah's mother.

Called her a whore in front of everyone.

Elijah killed him on the spot.

And that was only the beginning.

His mother, Selene Weaverheart—Matriarch of the Weaverheart Family— went berserk trying to avenge him. She fought against three of the Four Great Families' heads… and died.

Died for him.

Because that's who Selene Weaverheart was.

A mother whose entire world revolved around her son.

Her greatest strength.

Her greatest weakness.

And because of her reckless retaliation, the entire Weaverheart Family was wiped out.

Just like that.

Noah ran a hand through his hair, exhaling shakily.

"…I'm doomed."

His body in this life was trash. On his Awakening Day, he would unlock a D-rank talent—the lowest possible. A disgrace to his lineage.

And the worst part?

He had no idea what happened after Chapter 50.