[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-harem-stealer-reborn-with-the-god-tier-sharing-s":3,"chapter-harem-stealer-reborn-with-the-god-tier-sharing-s-harem-stealer-reborn-with-the-god-tier-sharing-s-chapter-26":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},767111,1014,"Chapter 26 26: Towards The Academy","harem-stealer-reborn-with-the-god-tier-sharing-s-chapter-26",26,"\u003Cp>The morning sun cast a golden glow over the estate, illuminating the grand purple carriage that would take Noah to the Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood before it, hands in his pockets, his face calm yet unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, his mother, Selene, along with an assembly of knights, servants, and mages, all stood with pride in their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And… there was an unexpected guest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silver cat with piercing purple eyes perched on Selene's shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah's brows twitched. His gaze flicked to Neko, the black-furred cat sitting smugly on his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Am I meeting your mother?\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neko, in response, flicked her tail, feigning indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selene stepped forward, wrapping him in a tight embrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice trembled. Just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll miss you, my baby,\" she murmured, pressing her cheek against his. \"If you encounter any problems there, just let me know. I'll come and freeze them all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah's expression softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mother… was too cute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three years. In those three years, he had grown to love her deeply. And for that he would protect her, no matter what.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're worrying over nothing, Mother,\" he said, smugly. \"Who would dare to harm the beloved son of Selene Weaverheart, the Witch of Eternal Cold?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selene's sorrow vanished. Her smirk returned, full of pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course, of course,\" she said, puffing her chest. \"No one would dare.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, her gaze shifted to the silver cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Luminara, you insisted on coming. Are you not going to say something? Or maybe a word to that rebellious daughter of yours?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver cat—Luminara—clicked her tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A very human action. Eerie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I only came to see him off\" she said coolly. \"Not to talk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, her violet gaze locked onto Neko's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep chill filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was cold. \"You better behave yourself, Neko. Do not cause unnecessary trouble for Noah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neko scoffed. \"I am not a child, Mother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two continued bickering, their cold, sharp words carrying a level of tension only mothers and daughters could manage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shadow shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had raven-black hair, piercing red eyes, and a presence so lightless that it seemed to devour the surrounding light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, Noah saw her face to face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selene's shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave him a deep bow. \"Thank you for taking care of my daughter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—she was gone, disappearing into Selene's shadow as if she had never been there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selene smiled. \"She's shy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, he stepped into the carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before the door shut, he turned back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His silver eyes gleamed with a mad glint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The entrance test will be recorded,\" he said. \"Everyone can watch from everywhere.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at your son, Mother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grin widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will not hold anything back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will go all out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The carriage doors closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wheels began to turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah Weaverheart had departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of the golden palace gates, a golden carriage stood ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Princess Sophie Castria was about to step inside when—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her father's voice stopped her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do not forget, Sophie.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rome Castria—the Emperor—stood on the palace steps, hands behind his back, expression cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are going there to win over Elijah,\" he said. \"And discard Noah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you understand me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie stood silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, at last, she spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Father,\" she said slowly, her voice almost hesitant. \"What if I don't want to be used as a mere political tool to secure the Chosen One?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What if I want to compete for the throne?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rome Castria stared at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—he laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not warm. Not amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold. Contemptuous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't spout nonsense,\" he said, voice sharp as steel. \"This Empire has been ruled by men since its beginning.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will not be the Emperor who changes that tradition.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—he was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie stood there, staring at the empty space where her father had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A presence flickered beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crackle of lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled softly. \"Now, do you have your answer?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie exhaled. Slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she stepped into the carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No mercy, then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The carriage doors shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she, too, left for the Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emily stood there, watching her go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The game had begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Academy was not just for humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From every race, every corner of the world, the most talented had begun their journey. The Elves. The Beastmen. The Dwarves. The Demons. Even hidden beings unknown to all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because those with power over Fate and Destiny had sensed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who could see Prophecy had glimpsed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This generation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would be Glorious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And none of them wanted to be left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Academy existed within a realm of its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dimension created by its Dean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Entrance Test would not take place there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. It would be held in the center of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vast, colossal arena, constructed purely for the purpose of testing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spectators gathered. Some in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some through spatial transmission magic, allowing them to watch from the comfort of their homes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena was already chaotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of young warriors, nobles, and mages from different races stood together—some forming alliances, others standing alone, a few already picking fights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the first storm arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A floating carriage, drawn by winged horses, descended from the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emblazoned on it—the crest of the Great Tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Elven Royal Family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the carriage landed, she stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall, dark-skinned elf, silver-haired, pink-eyed. A beauty so ethereal that the moment she appeared, the entire arena fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aphasia Elfborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Princess of the Elven Domain. Sole heir to the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked past the crowd without looking at anyone—like they weren't even worth noticing. But the other elfs around her bowed at her sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And right after—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two golden-haired lion beastmen leaped from a massive war carriage, their golden eyes shining like fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ray and Domy Valdor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twin beasts of the Valdor Royal Family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One step from them alone made the weaker ones in the crowd stagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short, unassuming figure walked forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dwarf. No beard, no towering muscles, no weapons on his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a short dwarf. He looks like a boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet something about him—his calm gaze, the way he moved without hesitation—made even the strongest hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ren Smith, The successor of the Only Legendary Blacksmith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, a shadow flickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No carriage. No grand entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a lazy-looking young man walking out of nowhere, his hands in his pockets, his expression dull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His black hair covered part of his face, his dark eyes uninterested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was almost laughable—how unbothered he seemed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, something about his presence made people avoid looking at him directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eric Shadowbound, Heir to the Shadowbound Family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entrance wasn't grand. It wasn't loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But somehow, it was the most unnerving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then came a deep laugh, a boisterous laugh even filled with battle intents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rouge Bloodheart, heir of the Bloodhearts had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red haired princess of the Empire arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The royal emblem of Castria gleamed as she stepped down, red hair flowing, red eyes sharp with crimson lightning flickering inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie Castria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Empire's princess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And behind her—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Stoneheart Twins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aiden and Patricia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gazes swept the arena like conquerors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, at last—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one everyone had been waiting for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A golden light shimmered as his carriage arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sigil of the Church proudly displayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tall. Imposing. Radiating power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His golden hair glowed under the sun, his golden eyes seemed to illuminate the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His presence alone shifted the air. Looking like an Angel descended from the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blessed One. The Chosen One. The Goddess's Favorite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elijah Stoneheart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at his side, dressed in pure white robes, was the Saintess, Elizabeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them stood there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching. Observing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with all the monsters gathered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was still one more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A purple carriage arrived silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No divine light. No loud entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just pure, chilling elegance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sigil of Weaverheart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doors opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And out stepped—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah Weaverheart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spoiled One. The Loved Child of the Duchess of Cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No aura. No pressure. No grand display.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the moment his feet touched the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elijah's gaze immediately turned to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time, Elijah and Noah met each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—End of chapter 26—\u003C\u002Fp>",1417,"2026-06-03T02:37:05.310Z",1,"novelbin.me","cdbaed793b4237316574683449535c15c693116d265c0ac3b7231619f89b869d","harem-stealer-reborn-with-the-god-tier-sharing-s-chapter-27","harem-stealer-reborn-with-the-god-tier-sharing-s-chapter-25",518,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fharem-stealer-reborn-with-the-god-tier-sharing-s-cover.jpg"]