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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.

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The cavern was eerily quiet, save for the faint sound of dripping water echoing off the icy walls. While the Silver Ravens Guild fought fiercely on the third level of the dungeon, a new group of intruders silently entered through the shadowed tunnels of the first floor.

 

Cloaked in robes as dark as midnight, this smaller group moved with an ominous grace, their presence like a cold whisper of death. The air around them seemed to thrum with a sinister energy, a palpable mixture of blood magic and shadow that even the darkness seemed to shy away from.

 

Leading the group was Brynja, a towering man whose broad shoulders and sharp features radiated authority. His cold, obsidian eyes flicked over the path ahead. "Gunnlod," he said, his deep voice cutting through the silence like a blade, "are you certain this is the right place?"