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Harem Master: Seduction System

作者: Evil_Villain

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章 1: A Second Chance

 

To put it another way, Ethan Steele was not exceptional, at least not by any obtainable criteria.

 

He was 23 years old and lived in the middle of a metropolis that was always humming with the noise of traffic, blaring horns, and the occasional yell from a street hawker. He was surrounded by the sounds of the city.

 

To what end?

 

In any case, the most accurate way to characterize it is as painfully ordinary.

 

In his profession as a tech support specialist, he spent his days from nine in the morning until five in the afternoon looking at the glare of a screen.

 

He was responsible for resolving issues for customers who were unable to understand why their internet connection was down or why their printer had decided to stop printing exactly when they needed it the most.

 

In no way was it glamorous. It wasn't even thrilling, to say the least. The bills were paid, however.

 

Ethan once experienced a dream. Since he was a little boy, he had the dream of becoming an astronaut. His next goal was to become a famous rock star.

 

An investigator, and perhaps a writer of novels. In spite of this, those fantasies finally died out as a result of the unrelenting pressure of reality.

 

The rent was due every month, and the pursuit of crazy goals did not even cover the cost of the internet or the energy.

 

As a result, here he was: Ethan Steele, a technical support analyst, sitting in a gray cubicle that could have been his prison cell. He was fielding calls and putting out tickets.

 

Even worse was the condition of his residence.

 

It was a little place with only one bedroom, and the furnishings was outdated, and the sink was always dripping.

 

However, he did not mind; at the end of the day, he would just drop onto his worn-out sofa, switch on the television, and try to lose himself in whatever dumb show was playing on the television.

 

The weekends were his only opportunity to get away, and even then, they were packed with errands, housework, and the rare get-together with his old pals from college. That was his only getaway.

 

Nevertheless, Ethan was not in any way dissatisfied.

 

Perhaps his life was not what he had imagined it would be, but at least he was not starving and he was not living on the streets.

 

There were times when it was plenty for him. He was able to survive. He was a real person. And at times, it seemed like that was the most that anyone could do.

 

Up until the day that he couldn't.

 

When Ethan's life was abruptly and violently cut short, it was a Monday morning, just like any other Monday morning.

 

With his earphones in and music playing in the background, he was making his way to the workplace, his thoughts drifting to nothing in particular.

 

And then it took place. A loud honk, the scream of tires, and—all of a sudden—he was crossing the street. In the next moment, he was crossing the street.

 

That's it.

 

I couldn't even have the courage to shout. On the one hand, everything appeared to be normal, and on the other, he was suddenly overcome with anguish that was like pyrotechnics.

 

Thankfully, it was just a few minutes long.

 

The vehicle had appeared out of nowhere, and before his mind could even begin to comprehend what was taking place, he was engulfed in the blackness.

 

It was impossible for him to determine how long he had been unconscious or whether time even existed in that nothingness.

 

It may have been a few seconds, or it might have been an incredible amount of time.

 

At some point, however, he became conscious of something—no, someone—that was conversing with him.

 

"Ethan Steele," the voice echoed in his mind, calm yet commanding. "You weren't supposed to die."

 

As he drifted in that emptiness, Ethan was bewildered and completely disoriented. His thoughts seemed to be moving at a snail's pace, as if they were attempting to navigate through thick muck. Was not expected to pass away? To say anything like that was rather peculiar. He opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out.

 

"You met an untimely end. Your death was not part of the plan," the voice continued. "But I am here to rectify this."

 

Slowly, Ethan's senses seemed to sharpen. He wasn't in pain anymore.

 

In fact, he wasn't feeling anything at all, except the odd sensation that his entire being was suspended in some kind of limbo.

 

"Who… who are you?" Ethan managed to think, if not speak.

 

"I am the God of Fate," the voice answered. "It is my duty to maintain the balance of life and death, ensuring that each soul follows its destined path. Your death has caused a disruption."

 

That didn't sound good. Ethan still couldn't process everything that had happened—one moment he was on his way to work, and the next he was apparently talking to some kind of deity about how his death had thrown off the cosmic balance.

 

"What happens now?" Ethan thought, starting to grasp the reality of his situation.

 

"You shall be given another chance," the God of Fate said. "I will reincarnate you into another world—a world unlike your own. You will live a new life there, and when you turn seven years old, you will regain all of your memories from your time on Earth."

 

Then that was it? No negotiating, no passing judgment, and nothing but a blank slate?

 

Ethan was at a loss for words or emotions. When he was in this nothingness, he was unsure whether or not he could even feel anything.

 

He didn't know how to feel about a brand new world? It was comparable to something that might be found in one of those fantasy books that he used to read when he was even younger. Something about it seemed... intriguing, to put it mildly.

 

"You're serious?" Ethan's thoughts were racing now. "You're going to reincarnate me?"

 

"Yes. But be warned, your fate from this point forward will be shaped by your own choices. I will offer you no more guidance after this."

 

At that moment, before Ethan could give a response, everything reverted back to being black.

 

The moment he opened his eyes, it was as if he had just emerged from the most profound sleep he had ever experienced. However, there was a problem.

 

Since then, he had moved out of his flat and was no longer in his city. Additionally, he was not Ethan Steele, who was the technical support analyst.

 

He was a little kid named Alaric Steele, who was seven years old at the time. He was laying in his bed in a comfortable room that was small and contained a subtle aroma of wood smoke and new linen.

 

For the very first time since the vehicle had struck him, Ethan, or more accurately, Alaric, experienced the sensation of being able to breathe after a long time.

 

~~

 

There was nothing out of the ordinary about Alaric's new existence for the first seven years of his new life.

 

His birth took place in the kingdom of Loranthia, which was once a great house but has since been reduced to a modest estate in the countryside. He was born into a fallen noble family.

 

In addition to spending the most of his days working in the fields with the regular people, his father was a man who was strict but also extremely kind.

 

His mother, who was more delicate and gentler, managed the household with a serene dignity, despite the many situations that they were going through.

 

They were not impoverished, but yet, they were not wealthy. They were not accustomed to the luxury that noble families were accustomed to, and they led a life that was lowly and unassuming.

 

Alaric spent his days studying to read and write from the family's elderly tutor, an elderly man who had once been a scholar in the capital.

 

He also spent his time playing with the other children in the hamlet and running through the fields.

 

According to everyone, he was an extremely intelligent youngster.

 

Despite the fact that his powers were still in their formative stages, he was talented in magic and eager to learn new things. He was adored by the other youngsters, and the adults took the time to compliment his brilliance and interest.

 

But for all intents and purposes, Alaric was just like any other child.

 

He didn't remember his past life yet, and he had no reason to believe that he was anything other than a normal boy.

 

Even though there were not many servants remained in the estate, there were a few of them.

 

Alaric was regarded like a grandchild by Old Marta, who had been a member of the family for many years. She would give him extra bread or chocolates whenever his parents were not looking.

 

Finn, the youngster who lived in the stable, was a few years older than Alaric. He frequently served as a type of elder brother figure to Alaric, instructing him on tasks like as riding horses or climbing trees.

 

After that, there was Elira, who was the daughter of a local merchant who resided in the village that was close by. Having spent their whole lives together, she was one of Alaric's best friends. She had grown up with him.

 

Life was easy for seven years during that time. Calm and tranquil. The fact that anything was going to change was completely unknown to Alaric.

 

It was on the evening of his seventh birthday when everything came flooding back to him.

 

As was his customary practice, he had been playing outside that day, pursuing Finn and Elira while they were engaged in a game of tag around the thick grass.

 

It was just as the sun was about to set when Old Marta called them in for supper. They were laughing, they were out of breath, and they were covered in mud.

 

His evening went by as it normally did: he had supper with his family, then he had a nice bath, and finally he went to bed.

 

On the other hand, an odd occurrence took place that evening.

 

Alaric was lying in bed when he suddenly experienced a wave of disorientation that came over him. He was looking up at the ceiling. As his heart rate increased, he noticed that his eyesight become hazy.

 

After that, memories—no, his memories—came gushing back all at once, like if a dam had broken. Specifically, he is referring to his life before to this one, not his boyhood in Loranthia.

 

Every detail was etched in his mind. The flavor of inexpensive pizza on a Friday night, the monotony of the cubicle, the never-ending stream of phone calls, the streets of the city, and the city itself.

 

When he recalled himself, he was Ethan Steele, a young man of 23 years old who lived in a world dominated by technology and time constraints. The vehicle, the voice of the God of Fate, and the promise of reincarnation were all things that he retained in his memory.

 

It was a tremendous amount. He was attempting to reconcile these two lives that were now a part of him, and his mind felt as though it was separating in two different directions. But that wasn't the only thing on the table.

 

His recollections brought with them something else, something fresh and novel. A voice that was icy and uncaring reverberated in his thoughts, and it was odd and mechanical.

 

[Congratulations, Alaric Steele. You have unlocked the Harem God System.]

 

"What the hell?" While sitting up in bed, Alaric said something. Instead of being frightened, his pulse was hammering because he was completely perplexed.

 

The voice continued.

 

[Your current level: 1. To gain experience and level up, you must seduce women. Each successful seduction will increase your charm, influence, and power. As your level increases, so will your abilities. Welcome to your new life, Harem God.]

 

Alaric blinked, his mind still reeling from the sudden influx of information. "Wait… what? Harem God? This has got to be a joke."

 

But that is not the case. He was able to sense it. Neither a dream nor a delusion could have been this. Yes, that was true.

 

Somehow, in the cosmic shuffle that had delivered him to this new planet, he had been handed this absurd system—a system that was purportedly going to transform him into some sort of seduction master. He had been given this system.

 

And all of a sudden, Ethan Steele, who was just a regular person who worked in computer support, became aware of the fact that his new existence as Alaric Steele was going to become much more challenging.


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章 2: Wink Of Flirtation

While sitting up in his bed, Alaric stared blankly at the wooden ceiling that was located in his room.

 

Despite the fact that everything had changed overnight, it still felt like what was happening in a dream.

 

In spite of the fact that the gentle morning light that came in through the window sent warm, golden rays over the ancient furnishings, none of it registered completely.

 

At this moment, his mind was being inundated with memories of Ethan Steele, the tech support analyst who had formerly been in another planet.

 

In addition to that, there was something else that was going on, and that was the so-called Harem God System.

 

Bewildered, he shook his head in response.

 

Despite the fact that the concept of a system that was created to attract women for the sake of gaining power sounded ludicrous, he could sense it as it lurked in the background of his brain.

 

No matter how strange it was, it was a genuine thing. It was impossible for him to deny the fact that his life had taken an odd and, to be honest, frightening turn.

 

He wanted to believe differently, but there was no way to fool himself into thinking otherwise.

 

On the other hand, first things foremost.

 

With his legs draped over the edge of the bed, Alaric was able to experience the sensation of the cool hardwood floor beneath his bare feet.

 

His body had a new sensation. Less heavy. Less substantial.

 

After getting to his feet, he walked across the room and headed in the direction of the full-length mirror that was located in the corner.

 

It turned out that the mirror that was gazing back at him was not that of Ethan Steele, who was 23 years old.

 

Alaric Steele, who was seven years old at the time, was the face that was seen. His eyes, which had been dull and bored as a result of the humdrum life he had led, were suddenly ablaze with interest.

 

His dark hair was a tangled mess from the fact that he had been sleeping, and his skin appeared to be flawless and youthful. He appeared to be so... naive.

 

As Alaric examined his face, he cocked his head to the side. This young man with large eyes and gentle features was clearly him at this point.

 

However, when his memories began to resurface, he became aware of something even more significant: his tastes and wants had also undergone major changes.

 

On a mental level, he was not a child.

 

On the inside, he retained a significant amount of Ethan's personality, with 23 years of thoughts, experiences, and, of course, preferences

 

 It wasn't girls his own age that he was attracted to; rather, it was women—voluptuous, curvy women, the type of women that his mature self-had always favored.

 

With a sigh, he ruffled his hair. "This is going to be complicated," he muttered.

 

And at that very moment, he was startled by the sound of a mechanical voice echoing in his thoughts.

 

[Welcome to the Harem God System. Your current level: 1. To increase your level, you must successfully seduce women. Your first skill has been unlocked: Wink Of Flirtation.]

 

Alaric blinked. Wink Of Flirtation? That sounded… weak. "What the hell am I supposed to do with that?" he grumbled.

 

He was left standing there, gazing at his mirror, because the system did not respond to his frustration despite his repeated attempts.

 

It was so complicated that he had no idea how this "wink" thing was meant to function. Was it going to be a magical charm of some kind? Alternatively, would it only make him appear to be an idiot?

 

At that moment, Alaric said to himself, "There is only one way to find out."

 

He had to test it. But on whom?

 

As if on cue, the door to his room creaked open. Old Marta, their elderly maid, poked her head in. "Master Alaric, your breakfast is ready. Your mother is waiting in the dining room."

 

"Thanks, Marta," he replied with a nod.

 

While she was leaving, Alaric reflected for a little period. He would like to target his mother Lyra first and test this skill out.

 

Despite the fact that he did not have any fantasies about actually seducing her—that was wrong on too many levels—it was possible that it may be a harmless approach to test the Wink of Flirtation.

 

On the other hand, what could possibly go wrong with giving it a shot?

 

He quickly put on some clothes and made his way downstairs, attempting to maintain a casual demeanor in spite of the chaos that was going on within his thoughts.

 

At the moment that he entered the dining room, the air was filled with the aroma of freshly made bread.

 

Lyra, his mother, was already sat at the table by that point, and she was drinking tea.

 

Lyra Steele was the type of lady who, wherever she went, captured the attention of everyone around her.

 

She had long blonde hair that cascaded down her back, and her eyes were a breathtakingly deep blue color.

 

It was obvious that she was the embodiment of beauty and elegance, even at a glimpse.

 

She possessed a voluptuous body that, despite the fact that she had been living a more subdued life for many years, nonetheless gave off the allure of being a once-powerful noblewoman.

 

Alaric sat down, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. 'She's definitely my type', he thought, feeling a twinge of guilt.

 

But it wasn't like he was planning on doing anything weird. This was just an experiment.

 

[Would you like to use Wink Of Flirtation on Lyra Steele?]

 

The prompt flashed in his mind, and Alaric hesitated for a second before thinking, 'Yes.'

 

He then turned his attention to his mother and offered her the most endearing wink he could hope to produce.

 

[The skill was unsuccessful.]

 

Lyra looked up from her cup of tea, which caused her eyebrows to wrinkle slightly as if she had picked up on something, but she did not utter a single word.

 

She did not respond, but rather simply smiled and shook her head before returning to her drink.

 

Alaric let out a breath. Well, that was underwhelming. But what did he expect? She was his mother, after all, and clearly, Wink Of Flirtation wasn't going to cut it with someone like her.

 

[Lyra Steele – Overall Score: 73

Appearance: 90

Personality: 75

Status: 80

Pride: 85

Strength: 35]

"Mom, you look really pretty today," Alaric added, attempting to make up for the fact that his attempt had been unsuccessful. He wasn't lying, however; his mother was looking stunning.

 

Lyra laughed softly. "Thank you, sweetheart. Are you buttering me up for something?"

 

"No, no," Alaric said quickly. "Just… appreciating you."

 

When she smiled, her eyes were heated, but it was obvious that she had not seen anything suspicious. That's good. That was one test that was not successful.

 

Alaric roamed the corridors of the house later that day, his mind spinning with ideas of magic, women, and the strange course his life had followed.

 

He was curious about the strange road his life had gone.

 

Despite the fact that the Steele family had fallen from their position as a noble house, their land still had remnants of their past greatness.

 

A dusty old chamber packed with grimoires and ancient manuscripts that had been handed down from generation to generation was the library, which was one of the treasures that had been preserved.

 

From the time he was a young boy, Alaric had always been fascinated by the library. However, now that his memories were awakened and he realized that he has some intrinsic skill for magic, the idea seemed even more alluring to him.

 

He entered the library stealthily, taking care not to alarm anyone, and immediately began perusing the books on the shelves.

 

The majority of people had long since forgotten the spells and wisdom contained in these grimoires, which had not been touched by anybody in years. However, Alaric was not the "most." It was now his advantage, and he intended to make the most of it in every way possible.

 

From the shelf, he retrieved a grimoire that was bound in leather and then sat down at the ancient wooden desk that was located in the corner of the room.

 

He discovered spells for the fundamental elements of magic, which included fire, water, wind, and earth, as he turned the pages of the book. There was nothing very complex, but it was plenty to get him started.

 

The following hour was spent in a silent practice session, during which he attempted to conjure up little flames and gusts of wind.

 

Despite the fact that it was amateurish work, there was potential. He was able to sense it going through his veins; the power was already present and only waiting to be tapped into.

 

But just as he was beginning to get into the routine of things, the door opened with a creaking sound once more.

 

In the moment when Fiora, Alaric's cousin who is eight years old, burst into the room, her blonde hair bouncing as she went, Alaric came dangerously close to jumping out of his skin.

 

"Alaric!" she chirped, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "What are you doing?"

 

Alaric hurriedly shut the grimoire and smiled sheepishly at her as he did so. "Just reading. You know, boring stuff."

 

After giggling, Fiora made her way over to him. "I bet it's not boring! Can I see?"

 

He hesitated, unsure if he should let her peek into the magical secrets he was just beginning to unravel. But then again, she was his cousin. What harm could it do?

 

"Sure, but it's just old magic stuff. You wouldn't be interested."

 

Although Fiora was sitting next to him, Alaric's gaze couldn't help but wander in the direction of the entrance.

 

He was being completely truthful when he said that he was not very interested in spending time with Fiora. He had more… interest in mature women. Like Fiora's mother, Cassandra.

 

For all intents and purposes, Cassandra was his ideal partner; she was blonde, curvy, and had curves in all the right places.

 

In her eyes, which were a deep purple color, she always appeared to be able to look right through him, as if she could see into his very being.

 

And despite the fact that he was expecting Fiora to come over, Alaric discovered that it was her mother that he was secretly looking forward to seeing each and every time she did.

 

Even the mere act of contemplating it made him feel like a weirdo. But, well, he wasn't behaving in an inappropriate manner. Not yet.

 

It seemed as though the system was reading his thoughts, for he suddenly had another prompt coming to his head.

 

[Would you like to use Wink Of Flirtation on Fiora?]

 

Alaric froze. On Fiora? His eight-year-old cousin? No, absolutely not. That felt way too wrong.

 

While shaking his head, he closed the system prompt that was opening in his thoughts. He had no intention of employing that ability on someone who was so young.

 

There was no way. Nevertheless, while Fiora continued to talk, Alaric's thoughts found their way back to Cassandra.

 

Again, he needed to put the ability to the test, and she would be the ideal subject for the test.

 

Later on that day, after Alaric had endured an unbearable length of time playing tag with Fiora and listening to her never-ending talk, he was finally able to find his opportunity.

 

The figure of Cassandra could be seen lounging on the porch while she read a book against the backdrop of the afternoon light, elegantly silhouetted.

 

Alaric approached her, trying to act as natural as possible.

 

"Aunt Cassandra," he began, "can I ask you something?"

 

She looked up from her book, her purple eyes locking onto his. "Of course, dear. What is it?"

 

Alaric hesitated, then activated the skill in his mind.

 

[Would you like to use Wink Of Flirtation on Cassandra Steele?]

 

'Yes.'

 

Despite the fact that his pulse was pounding in his chest, he offered her the most self-assured wink he could conjure.

 

[The skill was unsuccessful.]

 

Cassandra blinked, continuing to maintain the same look. She tilted her head slightly, giving him a curious look. "Is something wrong, Alaric?"

 

He quickly shook his head, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. "No, nothing! Just… wanted to see how you were doing."

 

Her lips curled into a small smile. "I'm fine, sweetheart. But that was an odd little gesture you made just now. Are you feeling okay?"

 

Alaric laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, just… trying something new."

 

Cassandra chuckled softly, ruffling his hair in that affectionate way she always did. "You're a funny one, Alaric. But I appreciate the concern."

 

As she returned to her book, Alaric exhaled a breath that he had been holding in for a moment but was unaware he had been doing so.

 

Such a close call had been made. But what was more significant was that the ability had failed once more. Not that he was shocked; at this point in time, Cassandra was well out of his league.

 

[Overall Score for Cassandra Steele: 75.2

Appearance: 92

Personality: 78

Status: 85

Pride: 90

Strength: 31]

 

Her scores were impressive, just as he had expected. She wasn't just beautiful; she was powerful and prideful, making her a difficult target for someone as low-level as him.

 

The system's parameters made it clear—if he wanted to succeed with someone like her, he would need to level up, big time.

 

As for Fiora…

 

[Overall Score for Fiora Steele: 9

Appearance: 8

Personality: 10

Status: 6

Pride: 7

Strength: 12]

 

Alaric frowned. Of course, her scores were low—she was just a child. But that didn't make him feel any better about the situation. He closed the system interface, deciding it was best not to think too much about it for now.

 

The rest of the day passed by in a blur.

 

Alaric practiced more magic in the library, sneaking in sessions whenever he could, while trying to navigate the awkwardness of his new reality.

 

His father, Victor Steele, had returned home later in the evening—a tall, stern man with sharp features and a commanding presence.

 

Unlike Lyra and Cassandra, Victor had little patience for Alaric's antics, always pushing him to study harder, to train, to become stronger.

 

But even as Victor lectured him about responsibility, Alaric's mind kept drifting back to the system, to Cassandra, to what the future might hold.

 

The Harem God System was bizarre, no doubt about it.

 

But it was also powerful. And if he played his cards right, it could be the key to turning his life around, maybe even restoring the Steele family to its former glory.

 

For now, though, he would have to take things slow, one step at a time. He wasn't strong enough yet to tackle the big fish—Cassandra, Lyra, or even any of the other women in the town.

 

But with enough practice, enough magic, and maybe a few more skills under his belt, he could change that.

 

As he lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling once more, Alaric felt a strange sense of excitement.

 

His life had taken a turn he never could have expected, and the road ahead was filled with uncertainty. But it was also filled with possibilities. And that, more than anything, was enough to keep him going.

 

Tomorrow was a new day, and with it would come new opportunities. The Harem God System was just the beginning. There was a whole world out there, waiting to be explored—and conquered.


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