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

<p>As dusk painted the Eloriath sky in hues of amethyst and rose, Saintess Ceanna Paxton, her silver hair catching the fading light like spun moonlight, turned to Matriarch Lyra Steele, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "Matriarch Steele," she began, her voice melodious and warm, "the grounds of your estate are truly… enchanting. Would you perhaps indulge me in a short walk before nightfall? I find myself quite captivated by the tranquility of your gardens."</p>

<p>Lyra Steele, who had been engaging in polite conversation with Prince Borche, her smile unwavering despite the prince's somewhat overbearing attempts at charm, turned her attention to the Saintess with an equal measure of graciousness. "Saintess Paxton," she replied, her blue eyes reflecting the soft evening light, "it would be my distinct pleasure to escort you. Our gardens, while perhaps not as grand as the Royal Parks, do possess a certain… quiet charm, I believe."</p>

Purification