The Harem Party doesn't deserve anything?

"No way, it's already 2202, and there are still people writing books where the protagonist opens a harem?"

"Get lost, harem novels are garbage!"

"Harem? Has the author never seen real women?"

"The author is a pervert! How could several girls accept one boy at the same time?"

"Objectifying women!"

"It's absolutely disgusting."

"The person who writes harem novels must be a single dog or a perverted loser who only thinks with their lower body..."

"I beg the author to write a story with a single heroine, no more harems... If you write a harem, I'll report you every minute!"

Just by reading these comments, Makoto Amano's blood pressure soared, even though he wasn't the author.

He didn't know when it started, but the comment sections of light novels were flooded with these "realism" defenders who criticized stories featuring a protagonist with a harem.

If the authors of those novels didn't "correct" their writing, they would face frightening things like personal threats and even receiving razor blades.

Everyone was in danger.

As a result, over the past few years, the number of authors willing to write harem novels had declined.

Today, the last harem author that Makoto Amano followed had also been attacked by these defenders, forcing him to change his pen name and join the common trend of single-heroine or stomach-ache stock stories.

What on earth was happening in this world?

Didn't harem stories deserve to be read anymore?

If people couldn't find satisfaction in reality, now they couldn't even find it in the fantasy of novels?

What kind of world was this?

Makoto Amano scrolled down his phone, looking at the introductions of several other light novels.

They were all stories focused on a single heroine or those with multiple female characters where the protagonist eventually chose only one or chose none at all.

The comment sections of these novels were filled with positive reviews.

However, Makoto Amano had no desire to click and read them. He quickly closed the page.

The world was sick.

All those dry and unsatisfying stories, there had to be something wrong with this world!

If that's the case, then it's up to me to overthrow this sick world!

"Amano, is this why you handed me this university admission application?"

In response to Makoto Amano's lengthy explanation, Hiratsuka Shizuka raised an eyebrow and waved her hand, indicating for him to stop.

Slap.

The female teacher slapped the university admission application on the table with force, clearly showing Makoto Amano's name and the three wishes he had written.

Conquer the school

Conquer Tokyo

Conquer the world

Reason: This world is now controlled by ignorant and boring people. Only by conquering this sick world can everyone accept and agree with my harem concept.

"Teacher doesn't have much time to entertain your high school delusions. Take this back and rewrite it for me!"

Shizuka Hiratsuka scoffed at his "grand" goal, completely disregarding it.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, you're killing a student's dream for no reason. It's not delusion at all..."

She didn't understand the greatness of his goal at all.

To achieve his ambitious goal, Makoto Amano's first step was to conquer the school.

And of course, the female teacher standing before him in her white coat was included in his... conquest.

But now, due to the teacher's attitude, Makoto Amano decided to temporarily remove her from his "harem project."

She didn't understand at all how great his goal was.

Hmph, I thought Hiratsuka-sensei would be different from other teachers, but I didn't expect that she was just another mediocre person who goes along with the crowd.

With a disappointed expression, Makoto Amano put away his application form and looked at Shizuka Hiratsuka.

"Alright, next!"

What is this guy thinking?

Shizuka Hiratsuka really wanted to punch Makoto Amano in the face and rub it a few times.

But she restrained her violent urges and motioned for the dead fish-eyed boy behind him to come forward.

"Tsk, Hikigaya, what about you? Want to become a professional husband? I didn't know such a profession existed..."

"Professional husband?"

Makoto Amano, still in the office, was curious and glanced at Hikigaya Hachiman's career path form.

Name: Hikigaya Hachiman

Volunteer option one: Professional husband

Option two: Same as above

Option three: Ditto

Reason:

As the saying goes, if you work, you lose.

Labor entails risks and rewards.

In short, the purpose of work is to gain maximum benefits with minimum risks.

A little girl, a young girl, says "my dream for the future is to be a bride" not because of cuteness, but due to biological instinct.

So my option of "not working and wanting to be a professional housekeeper" is in place and absolutely correct.

"What a mess of nonsense..."

Hiratsuka calmly rubbed her forehead, feeling tired from dealing with troubled students one after another.

"Amazing, Hikigaya-san! You may appear inconspicuous, but you have lofty ambitions!"

Shizuka Hiratsuka's reaction was completely different, and Makoto Amano admired Hikigaya Hachiman's volunteer option.

"Lofty? Me?"

Hikigaya Hachiman was confused, looking at the burden placed on him by Makoto Amano.

This Amano... truly lived up to his reputation as a terrifying acquaintance.

"Before I had the will to change the world, I thought the same way, like marrying into a family and being a freeloader or something..."

Makoto Amano thought of that girl as white as snow.

"No, no, I didn't say I want to get married..."

Hikigaya Hachiman quickly shook his head and distanced himself from Makoto Amano.

This guy is really strange.

"Enough!"

The female teacher couldn't take it anymore and slammed the table.

The admission form was not meant for these foolish students to play around with.

"Take it back and rewrite it!"

Shizuka Hiratsuka promptly kicked Makoto Amano and Hikigaya Hachiman out of her office.

Dealing with these troubled students all day, she felt like she was getting wrinkles.

Wait, she's only twenty-five years old and... just a few months older.

How could she have wrinkles?

Must be because of them.

Hiratsuka Shizuka decided that she needed some peace and quiet.

After leaving Shizuka Hiratsuka's office and putting away his career path form, Makoto Amano opened the door to a club room as usual.

"Therefore, Yukino, I have decided to become the harem king!"

Facing the girl's cold and disgusted gaze, Makoto Amano skillfully took a seat less than 50 centimeters away from her.

Yukino Yukinoshita, true to her name.

Snow-like eyes, snow-like skin, but not much... is.

"...ha?"

The girl's already disdainful gaze had now completely turned into a gaze that looked like she was staring at trash.

However, even though she had long been prepared to speak loudly and offline to her childhood sweetheart, she was still surprised by the other party's strange declaration.