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)

The forest is too quiet. My ears are ringing with the echo of the gunshot, but I can still hear her voice—low and urgent—cutting through the chaos.

"Go after him, he'll escape again. I'll be fine."

"But—" I kneel beside her, my hands hovering uselessly over the gunshot wound on her thigh. Blood soaks through the torn fabric of her pants, slick and vivid against her skin. I feel my throat close. Panic claws at the edges of my chest. I want to scream. I want to cradle her and never let go.

"You're not fine," I whisper, but my voice is too thin, too scared.

That one word, spoken like an anchor, steadies me.

Die