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

Later that night, after a satisfying dinner filled with laughter and innocent chatter, Alaric retreats to his chambers, a contented sigh escaping his lips. 'Another day, another conquest,' he thinks, a smirk playing on his lips. 'But conquests need organization. Can't have chaos in my harem.'

He settles into a plush armchair, a glass of fine wine in hand, and starts to mentally map out the week ahead. 'Gotta keep the ladies happy, gotta keep myself satisfied. It's a delicate balance, but someone's gotta manage it.'

His thoughts drift to Lyra first, his mother, his first. 'Monday's for Mom,' he decides, taking a sip of wine. 'Start the week off right, with the queen bee herself.' He chuckles softly. 'Monday night Lyra-time. Can't go wrong with that. She'll be expecting it anyway, the sexy milf.' He imagines her waiting for him, clad in silk, her eyes burning with desire. 'Yeah, Monday's sorted.'

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