You ran out of title

Ritsuka was now in his room, alone not even Morgan and Kama was with him, as he checks his Harem system

Ritsuka just sigehd. "Show me, my harem state's at this time".

[ Harem States

Name: Kama

Title: Ritsuka Wife, Goddes, Goddes of love and Lust, Beast of Humanity, Beast 3/R, Personal Bitch ( to kinky)

Level: 120

Name: Mash Kyrielight

Title: Kouhai, Shielder, Soulmate, Ritsuka Personal Bitch (To Kinky)

Level 90

Name: Morgen La Fey

Title: Witch of betrayal, Queen of Fairs, Lady Of the Lake, Fairy Queen, Ritsuka Wife, MILF, Beserker Queen, Ritsuka Personal Bitch (To Kinky)

Level: 120

Name: Ophelia

Title: Member of Team A, User of Mystic eyes, Girlfriend, Ritsuka Personal Bitch

Level: 50

Name: Olga Marie Animusphere

Title: Leader Of Chaldea, One who leads the master, Girlfriend, Ritsuka Personal Bitch (Too Kinky)

Level: 50

Name: Medusa

Title: Holder of Pegasus, One who got Poseidon Favour, The Gorgon, Ritsuka Personal Bitch (Too Kinky)

Level 80

Name: Marie

Title: Queen Of French, Last Queen Of French, Royal Blood, Queen of Diamond, Ritsuka Personal Bitch (Too Kinky)

Name: Saint Martha

Title: Saint, Dragon Saint, Dragon Slayer, Saint of the Dragons, Saint Martha, Ritsuka Personal Bitch (too Kinky)

Level 80

Name: Kiyohime

Title: Yandare No 2, Ritsuka Wife, Ritsuka Personal Bitch

Level: 80

Name: Elizabeth

Title: Dragon Blood Line, Future Vampire, Dragon Idol, Dragon ling, Ritsuka Person Singer, Ritsuka Personal Bitch (To Kinky)

Name: Jalter

Title: Yandare Dragon Witch, Witch Flames, With of envy, Ritsuka Devotee, Yandere, Super Yandere, Alter, Anti Saint, Ritsuka Personal Bitch (To Kinky) ]

Ritsuka stared at the Harem System, his eyes scanning over the long list of titles attached to each of the women in his life. The system had a very... detailed way of categorizing things, and it seemed to be running out of creative ways to describe his relationship with Jalter.

"You ran out of titles to give to Jalter, didn't you?" Ritsuka muttered, shaking his head with a sigh.

The list was long, and very specific. He had gotten used to the absurd titles over time, but seeing Jalter's was particularly amusing. It wasn't like she didn't have a rich history or complicated personality, but this? "Super Yandere," "Anti-Saint," and "Witch of Envy"—it was becoming more of a joke than a serious catalog of her status.

Ritsuka couldn't help but chuckle a bit. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the system's effort to keep track of things; it just wasn't what he expected. He flicked his eyes down the rest of the list: Kama, Mash, Morgan, Ophelia, Olga, Medusa, Marie, Martha, Kiyohime, Elizabeth, and Jalter... the titles ranged from respectable to wild, with personal bitch being a running theme across many entries, which was... extremely kinky in more ways than one.

"Honestly," he mumbled to himself, "how is this even a thing? It's... it's both embarrassing and hilarious."

He could feel the weight of all the new responsibilities and relationships pressing down on him, but seeing the list brought him some degree of amusement. The system didn't give him any choice but to keep track of everything—perhaps more than he was prepared for.

As Ritsuka sighed again, his eyes lingered on Jalter's title. "I mean, she's got a point. She is probably the most chaotic of all my... wives."

Ritsuka didn't know if "wife" was quite the right term to describe the situation anymore. It wasn't like he had a traditional harem, and the women were anything but conventional. He had so many relationships to juggle—each one more intense than the last—but he couldn't deny how much he cared for every single one of them. They all brought something to his life, for better or worse.

"Okay," Ritsuka said, setting the device down, "I can deal with this. I'll figure out the mess that is my life... eventually."

The night stretched on, and Ritsuka leaned back, his thoughts drifting. There was still so much left to do—both for Chaldea and with his personal life—but at least now, with everything going on, he couldn't say it was ever boring.

"Maybe I just need a break from... everything."

And for a moment, he allowed himself to close his eyes, imagining the chaos that would soon follow the next big mission. He wasn't sure when he'd get that break, but with his harem at his side, it would probably be just another unexpected chapter in his ever-complicated life.

Ritsuka then looked at his system. "You know I still hate the Personal Bitch part".

The system screen then opens. [ Hey don't forget I have personality of my own Host, you just have to leave if me, if you are going to complain, Complain to Kama for giving you me ]

Ritsuka blinked as the system responded, a bit more sassy than usual. He rubbed his temples, trying to stave off a headache as the screen continued to display the system's message.

[ Hey, don't forget I have a personality of my own, Host. You just have to leave me if you're going to complain. Or better yet, complain to Kama for giving you me! ]

Ritsuka narrowed his eyes at the screen. "What do you mean complain to Kama? She's the one who did this to me, but you're the one giving me these... absurd titles."

[ I just do what I'm programmed to do, alright? Don't shoot the messenger, or in this case, the system. ] The screen flashed briefly, as if the system was attempting to look innocent.

"Yeah, yeah," Ritsuka muttered. "I know you're just doing your job, but do we really need the whole 'Personal Bitch' thing? It's... unnecessary."

The system paused for a moment before a new message popped up.

[ Well, it's not my fault that Kama has an... interesting definition of what's appropriate for a relationship. ]

Ritsuka groaned and let his head fall back onto the pillow. "Kama. Of course, it's Kama."

[ To be fair, you did agree to this arrangement. ] The screen flashed with a mischievous grin emoji before quickly disappearing.

Ritsuka let out a sigh, rubbing his face in exasperation. "I really should've seen this coming when Kama showed up with her... ideas."

He leaned back and let the silence settle in for a moment before muttering to himself. "Maybe I need to have a talk with her about... boundaries. Or at least ask for some normal titles next time."

The screen flickered once more before the system replied, almost as if it were trying to hold back a laugh.

[ You're welcome to try, Host. I'm sure she'll be very understanding. ]

Ritsuka rolled his eyes. "Oh, I'm sure she will," he said sarcastically. "Maybe I'll ask her for a little less kink in the future."

[ Good luck with that. ] The system responded with a playful wink.

Ritsuka sighed again, realizing that no matter how many complaints he had, it wasn't like things were going to change anytime soon. He was stuck with the system, stuck with Kama's "creativity," and stuck with this wild, unpredictable life he'd gotten himself into.

"Alright, alright," he muttered, sitting up and closing the system screen. "Guess I'll just roll with it. It's not like I have a choice anyway."

He let out a deep breath and tried to relax. The chaos was never-ending, but he was learning to embrace it, one bizarre moment at a time.

Ritsuka just sighed as he looked at his system. "You are definitely the most chaotic perosn I have met".

[ Yeah sure, but I am just worried, what will do about the Yandere ]

Ritsuka rolled his eyes. "Go to sleep as ask the other 99 host".

The system paused for a moment before a new message popped up.

[ Ouch, harsh. But fine, I'll sleep. Just know that I'm always here when you need me, Host. You've got the Yandere issue, sure, but don't forget—there's also a whole bunch of other stuff you need to deal with too. Like the kids. And the whole... harem thing. ]

Ritsuka groaned as he buried his face in his hands. "Don't remind me. I'm still figuring out what to do with them."

[ Oh, you'll figure it out eventually. You always do. Besides, you're kinda stuck with all of them now, aren't you? ]

Ritsuka sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah, I guess so."

[ And don't even get me started on the Yandere thing. Those girls are definitely going to get a bit... territorial. You'll need a plan for that, Host. Or at least... maybe get a few more titles for them. ]

Ritsuka's eyes twitched slightly. "No more titles. Please. I'm begging you."

The system chuckled softly in his mind. [ Alright, alright. No more titles. But you're gonna need to keep things in balance. Otherwise, things are going to get real chaotic. Trust me on that. ]

Ritsuka rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of his situation pressing down on him. "I don't even know where to start with all this. The kids, the Yandere... all of it."

[ Well, you've got your work cut out for you, Host. But hey, you're Ritsuka. You've handled worse, right? ]

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Ritsuka muttered, feeling a strange sense of determination rise up in him. "I've gotten this far, haven't I? I'll figure it out."

The system's voice softened, almost reassuring. [ That's the spirit. Just remember: You've got this. Even if you don't have all the answers, you'll find them eventually. ]

Ritsuka let out a long sigh and stood up, feeling a little more prepared to face the challenges ahead. "Yeah. One day at a time."

As the system went silent for the time being, Ritsuka glanced at his door, wondering what the rest of his day would hold. The chaos never seemed to stop, but he was starting to accept that maybe... just maybe, it was his life now. And he'd have to learn to live with it.

"Alright, let's go," he muttered to himself, heading out of his room, prepared to face whatever came next.

Ritsuka stepped out of his room and into the hallways of Chaldea, which, as expected, was already filled with its usual brand of chaos. He could hear shouting from the direction of the training rooms, and, judging by the faint smell of burning ozone, Kama and Morgan were probably having another "friendly" sparring session.

"Another day, another disaster," he muttered under his breath.

As he walked toward the cafeteria, hoping for a moment of peace, he was intercepted by Ophelia, who was clutching her notebook and looking unusually serious.

"Ritsuka," she began, pushing her glasses up her nose, "I've been analyzing the dynamics of... well... the situation with the harem." She glanced down at her notebook, flipping to a specific page. "I've compiled a chart of potential conflicts and resolutions."

Ritsuka blinked. "Wait, you made a chart?"

"Yes," Ophelia said matter-of-factly, holding it out for him to see. "It categorizes everyone based on their personality traits, compatibility with the others, and likelihood of initiating a duel over your affection."

Ritsuka stared at the chart, which was color-coded and alarmingly detailed. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I... appreciate the effort, Ophelia, but isn't this a bit much?"

Ophelia gave him a flat look. "You're dealing with at least three confirmed Yanderes, a goddess of chaos, and Morgan. This isn't 'a bit much'; it's survival planning."

Before Ritsuka could respond, a loud crash echoed from the cafeteria, followed by what sounded like Elizabeth screeching. He sighed. "Let me guess. Another fight?"

Ophelia nodded. "Elizabeth and Jalter. Again."

Ritsuka groaned. "Alright, I'll handle it."

As he entered the cafeteria, the scene was predictably chaotic. Jalter stood on one side of the room, flames licking at her hands, while Elizabeth was perched on a table, brandishing her microphone like a weapon.

"I told you, your singing is awful!" Jalter shouted. "Stop trying to perform everywhere!"

Elizabeth huffed, flipping her hair dramatically. "And I told you that you're just jealous because I have fans and you don't!"

"You call those people fans? They're hostages!" Jalter shot back.

Ritsuka raised his hands. "Alright, enough! Both of you, cool it!"

Jalter and Elizabeth froze, their glares softening slightly as they looked at him. Jalter crossed her arms, muttering something under her breath, while Elizabeth pouted.

"Jalter, stop insulting Elizabeth's singing," Ritsuka said firmly. "And Elizabeth, maybe pick your performance spots more carefully, alright? Not everyone wants a concert during breakfast."

Elizabeth brightened. "So, you do like my singing!"

Ritsuka pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's not what I—never mind. Just... behave, both of you."

As the two reluctantly backed down, Morgan entered the cafeteria, her arms crossed and an unimpressed expression on her face. "Husband, how long are you going to let this nonsense continue?"

Ritsuka gave her a tired look. "Morgan, I'm trying, but—"

Morgan cut him off, pointing at the chart Ophelia was holding. "Ophelia has already done half the work for you. Use it."

Ritsuka sighed. "I'm not treating my relationships like some kind of tactical mission."

Morgan smirked. "Then enjoy the chaos."

As she walked off, Ritsuka looked back at Jalter and Elizabeth, who were now begrudgingly sitting at opposite ends of the cafeteria. He sighed again, wondering if there would ever be a day without some kind of drama.

Probably not, he realized. But at least, for now, the situation was under control.

Or so he thought. Moments later, Mash burst into the cafeteria, looking frazzled. "Ritsuka! There's an emergency in the training room!"

Ritsuka stared at her. "What kind of emergency?"

Mash hesitated. "Kama and Medusa started sparring, and now it's turned into a... uh... full-scale brawl. Morgan got involved, and—"

Ritsuka didn't wait for her to finish. He was already running toward the training room, bracing himself for whatever chaos awaited him this time.

Just another day in Chaldea.

Kadoc just looked at all of this as he looked at Kirshtaria. "Sense when did Chaldea become so chaotic, was it not just all us Master Candidate".

Kirshtaria then took a drink. "This was before servant started to come to Chaldea originally we have to deal with was Morgan, and our shadow servant, and Female Master candidate that fight over Ritsuka every day".

Kadoc just looked at him. "I mess the old days, which was last year".

Kirshtaria chuckled softly, swirling the contents of his drink. "Ah, yes. Those were the simpler times. The days when our biggest problems were just navigating the complex relationship between the Master Candidates and trying to keep the peace." He leaned back in his chair, a faint smile on his face. "Back then, the only thing we had to worry about was how to handle Ritsuka's... unique charm."

Kadoc, resting his chin in his hand, sighed. "I miss the days when Chaldea was just about saving the world, not dealing with constant internal battles and a harem that could rival the political complexities of a royal court."

Kirshtaria raised an eyebrow. "You're not wrong. But I suppose it's to be expected when you have a Master who attracts so much attention. Ritsuka doesn't just gather allies, he creates them. Not to mention the handful of 'problematic' personalities who seem to follow him wherever he goes."

Kadoc frowned, glancing at the distant sound of bickering coming from the hall. "Yeah, it's not just the servants anymore. The Candidates have all joined in, and the whole place is a powder keg ready to explode."

Kirshtaria paused, his expression turning slightly more serious. "But, you know, Kadoc, this is also part of the mission. The dynamics, the struggles, the... passions that come with having someone like Ritsuka as a leader. It's a challenge, yes, but it's also what keeps us from growing complacent. We fight for the future, but we also grow stronger through these interactions."

Kadoc shook his head, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Sure, growing stronger. But I never thought 'personal relationships' would be part of the equation. Not when we first signed up for this."

Kirshtaria smirked. "You didn't think your journey would be about more than just saving humanity, did you? The bonds we form, even the chaotic ones, help shape who we are and what we become in the end."

Kadoc stared at him, processing Kirshtaria's words. "Maybe you're right," he muttered. "Still, can't we have just one day without the drama? One peaceful day where we don't have to step into the middle of a brawl just because someone got possessive over Ritsuka?"

Kirshtaria chuckled again, shaking his head. "Peaceful days were never a part of the plan, Kadoc. You'll get used to it... eventually."

Kadoc sighed dramatically, then shot Kirshtaria a sideways glance. "I'm not sure I want to get used to this."

"I don't think you have a choice," Kirshtaria replied with a knowing grin, leaning back in his chair. "Besides, a little chaos can be a good thing. Keeps everyone on their toes. Including you."

Kadoc grumbled under his breath, resigned to the fact that peace in Chaldea was as elusive as ever. "Yeah, well, I miss the simpler days. But I guess we'll see how long this 'chaos' lasts before Ritsuka burns out."

Kirshtaria paused for a moment, then looked Kadoc in the eye. "Don't be too quick to assume that, Kadoc. Ritsuka... well, he has a way of surviving, even when the odds seem insurmountable. Just like how he manages all this drama. Somehow, he always makes it work."

Kadoc stared at the chaos unfolding around them once again, but there was a quiet acknowledgment in his eyes. "Yeah, I guess he does. But I still miss the old days."

The two of them shared a knowing look, both understanding the deeper layers of what it meant to be a part of Chaldea — and the unpredictable force that was Ritsuka Fujimaru.

To be continued

Hope people like this Ch and give me power stones and enjoy, so yeah anyway I have decided that I am not doing the lostbelt in this fanfic, but I will be doing the events, maybe not all them but a lot of them yes