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In 2077, the gods sent potential successors across the cosmos to Earth for the God Trial. The result: the apocalypse and the rise of history’s most unlikely Harem God candidate.

Leon Traxler was a sociopath with a phobia of using women for sexual desires. Yet he chose the power to build an overpowered harem because finding strong, loyal companions during the apocalypse was unlikely.

It was a calculated decision, but he got something he hadn’t bargained for.

Emotions.

With a power that leveled him up through emotional milestones and a system that made him feel them for members, he quickly amassed power and decided that the apocalypse was a blast.

Driven by a desire to make his violent yanderes happy, a love for animal ears on women, and a narcissistic wet dream to be the only man on earth, he decided to partake in the God Trial.

His strategy? To raise an army of women, build a city for his harem, and start a cultured civilization that would naturally end when he died.

Join Leon as he becomes a celebrity on god social media, rises to power on earth, and lives life as a playboy in the apocalypse.

—Story Notes—

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- Leon's technically a psychopath, hiding his lack of emotions behind a false, normal image. He's ruthless to men.

- His phobia is the driving factor that makes women comfortable joining his city. Think about it.

- The story starts delightfully chaotic but quickly matures into a real story.

- There's strong character development before it's lemon picking season. No one-dimensional women.

- There will be lemons. Truckloads.

Harem God: Leveling Up Yanderes in the Apocalypse

A humanoid with grimy green scales over her entire body walked up to Cynthia, avoiding eye contact. Her face had the shape of a french bulldog's, but it wasn't a snout.


She didn't have a nose. Instead, she had two small slits in her scaly skin, reminiscent of water creatures. Lastly, her mouth looked human, albeit wider.


Her face made no biological sense to Cynthia, but she wasn't bothered by it.


The woman opened her mouth the slightest amount while looking at the ground.


"...m..ar..y…" Mary eked out in a raspy voice.


"Is that the normal way you talk?" The elf scoffed.


"Because I have questions, and I need to hear clear answers.


So if you're doing this because you're self-conscious, you'll end up a meteorite like the other people wasting our time."


The woman's eyes trembled, and she tucked her chin into her neck. Now her already downward-facing head was nearly vertical.


Desperation