Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Chapter 60: Becoming a sword

Chapter 60 – Becoming the Sword

[DING! You have bonded with Anya.]

[DING! You have bonded with Yuki.]

"Transfer their talents and affinities to me," Noah ordered calmly.

[Applying the x10,000 effect...]

[You have obtained the affinity: Destruction (SSS rank).]

[You have obtained the talent: Nothingness (EX Unique Rank).]

[You have obtained the talent: Swordsman of the Edges (EX Unique Rank).]

Then, a pause—

[Congratulations. You have obtained a Sword affinity beyond SSS rank.]

[You are now... a sword.]

[You have completed one of the conditions required to awaken a physique.]

[Polish yourself. Sharpen yourself. Find yourself. Forge this budding physique into completion.]

In that moment, something deep within Noah shifted. A monstrous aura of destruction exploded from him, tearing apart everything nearby in his room.

His body trembled as the two EX Unique Rank talents embedded themselves into the very structure of his being. His existence became heavier. Denser. Purer than ever before.

"Arrrrghhhh—!"

Noah screamed, his voice echoing off the cracked walls.

Then it came.

The sword.

His body began to morph—literally. His bones gleamed with a sheen so polished they resembled blades. His skin grew sharp to the touch. His entire presence radiated the unmistakable edge of a sword.

This... was what it meant to possess an affinity beyond SSS rank.

At SSS, your body starts adapting to your affinity.

But above that?

You become the affinity.

No rank can define it. No system can quantify it.

This stage was called the Transformation Rank—where body and soul reshape to match the essence of power.

Noah’s body was now a blade. His skin sharp and resilient. His blood flowed with the speed and force of a sword strike. His bones were heavy, balanced, and lethal.

His heartbeat became the ringing of a forge. His breath whistled like a blade cutting air. He was not holding a sword. He was the idea of one.

Minutes passed.

Then, finally—it was done.

Noah collapsed onto his bed, chest rising and falling as sweat dripped down his temple. He stared blankly at the ceiling.

The pain was no joke.

It felt like his body had been struck by a divine blacksmith’s hammer—shaped with care, precision, and cruelty into the perfect blade.

"God... if I ever come across a pain-resistance talent, I’m taking it."

He let out a weak sigh, thoroughly exhausted.

He slowly raised his hand and clenched it. A sharp burst of energy pulsed out, slicing the air itself.

Noah smirked.

"Well, well, well... incredible."

"So this is what a sword body feels like. And I haven’t even awakened a proper physique yet? Can’t wait to see what happens when I do."

He paused, realization dawning.

Possessing an affinity beyond SSS meant he’d already taken the first step toward building a physique.

Which meant—eventually—he could build more.

"And if I fuse all of them into one ultimate form... with my talents?"

He grinned, already imagining the chaos he could cause.

But for now—

"System. Show me the descriptions of my new talents."

[Talent: Nothingness (EX Unique Rank)]

Anything can be brought to nothing if you will it. Nothing will remain. To heal from or resist this, one must possess an equally ranked talent.

[Talent: Swordsman of the Edges (EX Unique Rank)]

Your sword can reach anywhere, and cut anything—even concepts.

All you need... is a strong enough mind.

Noah’s eyes lit up.

"Nothingness? Like... absolute erasure?"

He stared at his pillow for a moment. Then, with a flicker of thought, he applied Nothingness.

The pillow began to disintegrate—vanishing not into dust, but into pure absence. As if it had never existed at all.

Noah watched with awe.

"To erase things like they were never there? What a damn cheat."

His grin stretched wide.

And I love cheats.

Then his gaze shifted to Swordsman of the Edges.

To cut anything—even fate, destiny, or laws themselves?

"Another cheat."

If he could cut concepts, there was no limit to what he could sever.

Ideas rushed into his mind. Scenarios. Tactics. Plans.

"I’ll need a good sword. A worthy one."

Then he thought of someone.

Ren—the successor of the only known legendary blacksmith.

Noah smirked. "You’ll do."

He laid back on the bed again, eyes drifting to the ceiling.

Tomorrow, he’d take on a mission. A proper one.

"I’ll bring a group. Time to add Elizabeth. And that lazy bastard Eric’s coming too."

His voice turned irritated. "That guy’s been avoiding me, but this time, I’m dragging him in myself."