Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

His world froze.

For once, it wasn't because of pain or pleasure, but because of a single truth that shattered the rules he thought he was playing by. He had been recklessly fucking every woman he could get his hands on, thinking that as long as they loved him—or at the very least desired him—the system would reward him, elevate him, evolve him. But now… to hear that hehad to love them back?

That was something he never expected.

I… do I actually love any of them?

He wasn't just asking to sound dramatic. The thought dug in deep, like a blade between the ribs, twisting as it pulled. I love spending time with the girls, sure… but most of them? They're just toys to me. Playthings. Bodies I want to taste, not hearts I want to hold. And then his mind turned to Liraeth. Maybe… maybe I love Liraeth?

Shit.

His brows furrowed in the void. She's got an insane body, she rides me like a starved succubus, and every time we fuck, it feels like war and worship mixed into one… but we never actually talk. We've never sat down and talked about life. About fears. About dreams. She makes my heart beat like mad, yeah… but is that love? Or is it just the thrill of having a goddess in my bed?

Shit… I don't even know what love is, actually. I've never felt it. All I've ever known is hunger—desire clawing through me, day and night. Nothing else. Then there's Faylira… gods, that fox makes me want to pound her until the sun rises twice, but can you really call that love? She's beautiful, she's wild… but we're animals together, not lovers.

And Aureve… he thought with a twitch of guilt, I called her my love. I said I'd forgive her… but did I mean it? She was revenge. A way to humiliate my father. A way to turn his prized wife into my moaning bitch. I used her. And maybe… maybe I was just lying to myself the whole time.

His voice finally broke through the silence, quieter than usual. Not from fear, but from the creeping sense that this wasn't something he could just laugh off.

"How much time do I have?" he asked, the words slower, heavier. "How long do I get to fall in love with them after adding them to the harem? At what point do I start losing control…?"

There was no smirk on his lips now. Just tension.

"And you're not… messing with me again, are you?"

This time, there was no mocking echo. No laughter held back behind her words.

Only silence.

And that silence said everything.

[I love messing with people, you know that. But I need you to become the God for personal reasons.] Her voice returned, soft, but lacking the mockery it usually carried. [You can hate me for it. You can say I'm using you—and you'd be right. But deep in your heart, you already know… we're both benefiting from this.]

Sylvaris exhaled slowly, lips tight, eyes still fixed on nothing in the void. That much was true. He had power now. He had women kneeling before him. He had kingdoms trembling at the mere mention of his name. He couldn't deny that Nyxaria had lit the path—even if she threw him into fire to do it.

And then her voice sharpened—not cruel, not mocking, but clear and finally, for once, serious.

[This time, I mean it. You better start being more careful.]

[I'm not saying don't fuck every woman you desire—in fact, I'd love nothing more than to watch you fuck your way through a thousand of them. But the ones you add to your harem? The ones the system bonds with you? They have to be special. To you. Not just some random girl who falls in love with your cock. Not just someone who moans your name because you're the best she's ever had.]

[Love isn't a guarantee they won't betray you. It never is.]

[The system has safeguards, yes. It suppresses rebellion, it weaves loyalty into the soul. But only while your control holds. Lose that—even a little—and they start slipping. Slowly... Secretly...]

[And here's the part you need to remember—one of them already has.]

The words struck him like cold steel sliding into the back of his spine.

[There's a woman in your harem. I won't tell you who. But she's been feeding off you. Slowly. She's already taken one percent of your Harem God power.]

[One percent...] Her words were slow and dramatic.

[You think that's small? Think again. This is just the beginning. She'll take more. Piece by piece. Bit by bit. And if you let it slide, if you ignore the signs, if you keep pretending you're in control just because they scream louder than the rest—she'll take everything.]

[It's up to you to fix it.]

Her tone was colder than he had ever heard it, and for once, Sylvaris didn't have a comeback.

His thoughts were already spiraling. Who is it? Which one of them? He ran through names in his head. As long as it's one of the three on this plane, I can manage it. I can get close. I can fix it.

But then another possibility hit him—and bile rose in his throat.

If it's Seraphina… then I'm fucked.

He had tried, in his own way, to charm her, to tame her, to claim her. But loving her? That was another question entirely. That woman was ice and poison and shadow sewn into beauty. He could try to imagine loving her all he wanted, but he didn't know if it was even possible.

Still, he clenched his fists in the darkness and made a quiet vow.

I'll solve this. I'll figure it out. I'll spend time with them. One by one. I'll get closer. No more guessing. I need to feel it next time. For them. For me.

Because now it wasn't just about conquest anymore.

It was survival.

[Now, for the brighter part, here is your achievement and reward.]

[Illusion Breaker — You have overcome a powerful illusion and a test of fate, earning your place among those with a strong and unbreakable heart.]

[You have gained a new skill: Illusion Resist — At this level, you are able to resist low-level illusions and slightly counter higher-level ones. (Skill grows with experience in the field.)]

A soft glow spread through the darkness, wrapping around his chest, his limbs, his soul—power washing over him like cold wind meeting fire.

He didn't smile.

He didn't laugh.

He simply breathed—and prepared for what came next.