Evil_Villain

In his past life, Ethan Steele was an ordinary man living in a modern world—working a dead-end job, struggling through the monotony of daily life, and haunted by regrets of missed opportunities.

At the age of 23, his life came to a sudden, unexpected end in a car accident. As his consciousness faded into darkness, he was sure it was over.

But fate had other plans. In the divine realm, the God of Fate watched over the balance of life and death.

Ethan's untimely death was a mistake, an anomaly that diverged from the preordained path of his destiny. It wasn't yet his time to die, and so, the god decided to give him another chance.

"You were meant for greater things, Ethan Steele," the god's voice boomed. "To correct this error, I will reincarnate you in another world—one filled with magic, swords, kingdoms, and adventure. You shall be reborn, but you will not remember your past until the appointed time. There is, however, a... complication."

By divine error, the god accidentally bestowed Ethan with the Harem God System without having any idea about it.

This system is a powerful, reality-bending system that would allow him to charm and seduce influential women to build his harem, growing in strength and power with each conquest.

"Your memories of Earth will return on your seventh birthday. I hope you enjoy your life here in this world"

And with that, Ethan's soul was transported to a new world.

Harem Master: Seduction System

The moment the demonstration ended, the entire auditorium exploded into chaos.

Nobles, scholars, merchants—every single person present—began talking at once, their voices overlapping in a symphony of excitement, disbelief, and sheer amazement.

"This… This is sorcery!" one elderly noble gasped, nearly toppling over as he clutched his cane.

"Impossible! How can voices travel through an artifact like this?" another demanded, his monocle nearly falling off his face as he squinted at the device.

"Are there spirits trapped in these devices?" a younger mage blurted, looking suspicious. "Is it—gasp—cursed?!"

"Oh yes," Alaric said flatly, finally making his way back to the stage. "I specifically designed it so that if you don't use it for three days, a vengeful ghost will whisper insults about your fashion sense."

Ridiculous Gift