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 battlefield was a chaotic storm of blood, steel, and roars of war, but even amidst the carnage, the five elite warriors of Gideon moved like grim reapers, cutting through the Jorailian soldiers with ruthless precision.

However, no matter how strong they were, they were still just five men.

The Jorailian Kingdom's army was vast, filled with disciplined warriors who had fought together for years. They weren't mindless foot soldiers who would simply fall apart when their numbers dwindled. No, they were a military force, trained in battle formations, tactics, and—most dangerously—military techniques.

Eskil, still being carried by one of them like a sack of potatoes, twisted his body and growled. "Put me down! I can fight!"

"Shut up, kid," the burly axe-wielder snapped. "You almost got turned into mincemeat back there."

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