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Harem Master: Seduction System

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.

Evil_Villain · Fantasy
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90 Chs

Worsening Condition Of Steele Family

Alaric stepped out into the cool night air, the forest around him alive with the soft rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. He looked up at the sky, the stars twinkling like diamonds against the velvet black canvas. His heart pounded with anticipation as he scanned the treetops, searching for the mysterious owl that had delivered the letter from the Phantom Assembly.

 

After a few moments, he spotted it—a large, inky black bird perched on a low branch, its eyes glowing with an eerie light. Alaric approached cautiously, his hand outstretched. The owl didn't flinch, its gaze locked onto him.

 

"Hey there," Alaric murmured, reaching out to stroke its feathers. The owl blinked slowly, almost as if acknowledging him.