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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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Wyvern Hills

The journey to The Wyvern Hills was anything but uneventful. The rolling hills stretched out like an endless sea of green and gray, dappled with patches of thorny azure lilies that swayed in the wind like sentinels guarding the valley. It was a stunning sight—picturesque, even—but the heavy winds that roared across the slopes were far from welcoming.

 

Alaric held the reins tightly with one hand, the other wrapped possessively around Rosalind's waist as they rode atop their single horse. The wind whipped against their faces, carrying with it a biting chill that made it feel as though they were riding through a storm rather than a serene valley.

 

"By the gods, these winds are relentless!" Rosalind shouted over the howling gusts, her crimson hair flowing wildly behind her. She pressed back against Alaric for warmth, though the movement only widened the mischievous smirk on his face.