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

In the guest room, now bathed in the soft morning light, Iridelle adjusted the elegant violet robe around her, a delicate blush rising on her cheeks. She glanced at Alaric, who was now fully dressed in a dark grey tunic that accentuated his broad shoulders and lean physique.

"Young Master Alaric," she began shyly, her purple eyes sparkling, "You look… very dashing in that attire." She fidgeted with the silken sash of her robe, her gaze flitting over his handsome features. "It suits you remarkably well."

Alaric, who was just fastening the buckle of his belt, turned towards her, a playful smirk curving his lips. His ruby eyes raked over her figure, taking in the way the violet robe draped over her curves, hinting at the voluptuousness beneath. In a swift motion, he closed the distance between them, his hands settling firmly on her buttocks, his fingers kneading the soft flesh through the silken fabric.

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