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

"Well, that's a load off my mind," Alaric said, a genuine smile finally gracing his lips as the tension eased from his shoulders. He turned to Lyra and Cassandra, his ruby eyes sparkling with a hint of excitement. "Seems like those arrogant devils really did just want to throw a little tantrum. Commander Baumann doesn't seem too worried."

Lyra nodded, her silver hair catching the faint moonlight filtering through the trees. "He did sound rather dismissive of their efforts, didn't he?"

Cassandra chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Arrogance can be a powerful weakness, even for demons, it seems."

Alaric then looked at his mother and aunt, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Why don't we take our leave from the Commander and go check out the situation at the outer region ourselves? Just to… get a closer look, you know?"

Developing Protective Armor For Saintess Ceanna