S_Raelion

Ethan Graves was a weak, poor, 26-year-old virgin who had never even talked to a girl properly. His only escape was gaming. One night, after finally beating his favorite fantasy game, he went to sleep wishing he could live in that world and become someone powerful — someone feared, respected, and surrounded by beautiful, strong women.

When he woke up, his wish had come true.

Now trapped inside the very game he cleared, Ethan starts at level 1 with the mysterious Overlord System. In a world ruled by strength, where heroes, monsters, and magic dominate the realms, he must rise from nothing, grow stronger, and slowly build a powerful harem of villainesses, warriors, and queens.

This is the story of a former nobody rising to become the ruler of all.

WARNING:-
this novel has smut.
it has harem.
it has smut but it is not smut based novel.
No NTR

SSS-Class Overlord: My Harem Rules the Realms (18+)

every 25 members who join discord, i will give one bonus chapter

Bonus Chapter

The instant Ethan and Reyna exited the boss room, the ground below them started to shake.

As soon as they approached the exit, the dungeon doors slammed with thunderous force.

"What the bloody hell?" Reyna growled, hand going to the hilt of her greatsword, eyes narrowing. "This wasn't part o' the plan. Ya know somethin' about this, Ethan?

Ethan's system interface materialized in front of him, golden letters flashing across his vision:

Ethan let out a long sigh. "No fucking way."

He turned to Reyna, who was glaring at the sealed exit.

"Somethin's off," she muttered. "I've cleared plenty o' dungeons before, but nothin' like this's ever happened."

Then her gaze shifted to him, squinting suspiciously. "Ya seem way too calm for a rookie who's 'bout to be trapped in here forever."

"I'm just good at hiding my emotions, that's all," Ethan replied, stepping closer.

Reyna blinked, her expression softening slightly as her eyes flicked back to his.

Ethan gently placed a hand on her shoulder, locking eyes with her.

"Hey. We have no idea how long we're going to be here. But perhaps… we don't need to freak out."

The air between them constricted. His voice was steady, soft, genuine.

"I get the feeling there's something about you, Reyna. You fight like a loner who's been alone a long time… but you don't have to be."

She glared at him, brow crinkling. "Where is this comin' from all of a sudden?"

"Call it a gut instinct," Ethan whispered. "Or perhaps it's something I came to understand observing you take down that boss. You're tough. Gorgeous. Ferocious."

He reached up and softly smoothed the strand of hair away from her face.

There was a moment of silence between them. Reyna's eyes went wide. She turned aside—not offended, merely confused.

Ethan leaned in slowly, giving her every opportunity to retreat.

Their lips touched—tentatively at first, a gentle, questioning touch. Then it intensified, becoming warmer, more ferocious. The dungeon itself appeared to be holding its breath in anticipation of them, as if even the walls were observing.

When at last they parted, Reyna gasped for breath, red in the face.

"Ya. idiot," she grumbled, her cheeks burning all the way up to her ears.

Before either of them could utter another word, golden light enveloped Ethan. He sensed the comforting pull of teleportation, his form breaking down into shining particles.

When he materialized, he was outside the Adventurer's Guild gates—alone.

He pressed his lips and released a grin.

"Well. At least I completed a quest."

The Kiss?