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After the cataclysm, Javar World was in ruin, and half of the population was destroyed. A space crack appeared in almost every corner of the world and existence beyond humans appeared. The 'Shataki' 

Then, the war to protect Javar began. 

Push to the brink of extinction, a group of scientists discovers how to awaken their dormant bloodline. 

 They are called ‘Maxis.’

Javar saw hope and things began to change. Yet, it wasn’t easy. The threat was beyond their imagination. Even the Maxis were in despair. Not until.....

At the far corner of Javar's wasteland, a useless young man at the brink of death awakens not a bloodline but a system. 

Unfortunately, luck was against him. He found himself in a dire situation again. 

But this time, nightmares worse than imagination descended by mistake.

A vampire was created and conquest began.....

Who killed his parents? What mystery surrounded his parent's death? Perhaps, were they even human, to begin with?
 
There is more to Javar than meets the eye. What's so special about it, a race against time to discover the mystery began.

Hell is about to be unleashed.

What else will alleviate a vampire besides blood, maybe s*x?

A useless young man, neither heroic nor villainy, so what is the mystery about.

Tell it to all so they may hear. Your beautiful daughters and wives should not be seen by me.

If you want a battle, bring it on.

Because...the Vampire Overlord is awakened.

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HaremTech System: Vampire Overlord

Tania nodded and jumped to the stage, looking at Nelson without any expression on her face.

"This is the final match.  Who will win? Don't forget to place your bet. The Silverleaf Academy vs Pacific Academy." Regina chips in.

With this out, everyone inside the VIP room looked in Regina's direction before they looked at the two academies. The crowd was ecstatic about the showdown as they began to chant the academy they supported.

Unknown to Regina and the audience, this short declaration invokes decades of grades between the two academies.

In the VIP section, the atmosphere was still tense and could be cut with a knife. Dean Davis felt an invisible knife on his throat. As a man that had experienced many ups and downs, he maintained a poker face and looked at the arena, not caring at the various piercing gaze.

'I hope they have arrived.' He thought with his back drenched in cold sweats.

Final match