Sofie_Vert01

[WSA 2025]
At the Edge of the Void…

A soft blue light hums, pulsing with energy, its robotic voice ringing with purpose.

> "Do you accept me, System 0404, the Harem-Building System?"



A young man in his twenties, eyes shining with excitement, eagerly responds:

> "YES!"



The blue light flares—
The universe shifts—
The binding process begins—

DING!

> [System Successfully Bound to…]
…Daphne Han?



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System: "If you’re going to RUIN the harem-building mission, I’m not helping you!"
Daphne: "Okay, I’ll just win without you."
System: "…Wait, what?"

***

World one:

Male Lead: "Why are my offers disappearing?!"
Daphne: "Oh? Maybe you just weren’t talented enough."
System: "YOU CAN’T JUST DELETE THE PROTAGONIST!"

-

Actress #1: "Wait, I actually love acting, not this forced romance subplot?"
Actress #2: "Oh wow, working under Daphne is way better than chasing ML’s validation."
Male Lead: "WHERE DID MY HAREM GO?!"
System: "DON'T RUIN THE PLOT!"

-
Villainess: "What do you want in return for everything?"
Daphne: "You."
System: "NOOOO, SHE’S SUPPOSED TO BE HIS FINAL LOVE INTEREST!"


World two:

Emperor: "You were supposed to compete for my favor!"
Daphne: "Nah. I’m the one with favor now."
Heroine: "Can I join your court instead?"
System: "THAT'S NOT HOW HAREM DRAMAS WORK!"

***

CEO: "I was supposed to be her fate!"

Demon Lord: "SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO REDEEM ME!"

Imperial Prince: "What do you MEAN she’s not interested in me anymore?!"

System: "THIS IS NOT HOW THESE STORIES WORK."


NB: Currently 6 worlds/arcs (more to come)
        Yuri/GL
        No harem
        Female alpha? Futa? Won't you find out.
        Updates weekly

QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)

How dare she push me away after everything—after I've scraped, begged, and reshaped parts of myself I thought long dead just to earn a fraction of her gaze.

She pulls away. Hides. Avoids me in corridors. In the gardens. In the quiet hours of morning where I once caught her looking at me like I was her sun.

She's trying to build walls again.

"Stay here," I say to Frida, my voice clipped. My maid bows, but I don't wait.

My legs carry me forward, fast. Impatient. I'm still in her clothes—Frida's—a plain brown cloak that doesn't belong anywhere near the Duchess of Callum, but I don't care.

The trees rustle above me, caught in a soft breeze. The clearing is just ahead. I know she's there—she always is around this time. Fighting the wind, the dirt, the ghosts of whatever past life still clings to her bones.

Starving