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 the Saintess's carriage disappeared beyond the wrought iron gates of Steele Manor, Alaric turned back towards the mansion, a thoughtful expression clouding his ruby eyes. He had played the gracious host, the dutiful artifact creator, but beneath the surface of polite smiles and measured words, a sense of unease lingered. Saintess Ceanna Paxton, despite her serene façade, radiated an undercurrent of… something. Antagonism? Distrust? He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the subtle tension had not escaped his notice.</p>

<p>'She's watching me,' Alaric mused, his thoughts echoing in the opulent hallway as he strode towards his workshop. 'I can feel it. Her gaze… it's more than just polite interest. There's something else there. Something… assessing. Judging.' He dismissed the princes as mere pawns, easily manipulated and predictable in their desires and ambitions. But the Saintess… she was different. More complex, more enigmatic, and potentially, more dangerous.</p>

Spying Artifacts