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

Eskil, along with his team, cautiously entered the warehouse. The air was thick with the smell of old wood and dust, illuminated only by the faint moonlight filtering through cracks in the boarded-up windows.

'Time to see what all the fuss is about,' he thought, eyeing the neatly stacked crates in front of him. Each one bore the unmistakable insignia of the Steele family, and if his intel was correct, they contained the infamous "Phones" that had been whispered about in hushed conversations across the kingdom.

He waved a hand. "Alright, let's crack these open and see what we've got."

Captain Brannon, ever the man of action, grabbed a crowbar and wedged it under the lid of the nearest crate. With a grunt, he pried it open, and the wooden slats groaned in protest before snapping apart.

Then, as one, they all leaned in, peering into the crate's contents.

Acquiring Crates Of Phones