Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Sylvaris's eyes followed Lunara as she slipped away into the crowd, her cloak swirling behind her like liquid midnight. That faint smile she left him with lingered in his mind, gnawing at him.

It was confusing.

On one hand, it carried the air of dismissal — as if she was already moving on, leaving him behind like another failed recruiter. But on the other… it wasn't quite rejection. Not fully. Not yet. She swayed her hips deliberately as she walked, each subtle movement calculated. The fabric of her cloak parted just enough with each step to tease flashes of her toned thighs beneath the tight leggings, the sway hypnotic, daring him to watch.

And those final words still rang in his ears.

We'll see.

She hadn't turned him down. She simply left the door cracked open, giving herself space to think, weigh her options. It was smart. She knew how to play the game. After all, dozens of recruiters were swarming this gathering today. Most of them weren't even looking for fighters like her — they wanted supports, healers, buffers. Pretty girls who stood behind the tanks.

But Sylvaris stood out.

He wasn't looking for ornaments. He was hunting for warriors. Real power. And that had caught her attention. Yet even with that, she was still cautious.

Unlike Sylvaris, who had walked into this city blind and unknown, Lunara was a known force in these lands. She knew everyone. Everyone knew her. She held status, connections, reputation. And Sylvaris… Sylvaris simply saw a beautiful woman and tried to win her over, like the impulsive bastard he was.

Typical me, he thought, smirking to himself.

"Sylvaris," Iselynne's voice chimed in beside him, pulling him from his thoughts. She spoke cheerfully, as if she was already planning their team composition in her head.

"So, if we consider her joining, that makes three members total!" she declared, counting on her fingers like she was leading a war council. "Now, we most definitely need a strong frontline. Someone with heavy defensive capabilities. And also… yes, a proper crowd control expert!"

She nodded to herself, fully absorbed in her own fantasy of building the perfect party.

Sylvaris blinked at her for a moment, mildly amused at how confidently she spoke like the leader.

Where the hell is all this enthusiasm coming from?

Then again, perhaps it was her way of making herself feel secure, planning out the team like she was an essential part of it. Claiming her space.

He let her have that illusion, for now.

But suddenly, a thought crossed his mind. He glanced sideways at her.

"Wait," he said casually, his tone dipping just slightly, more serious now, "now that I think about it… what are you good at?"

Iselynne tilted her head, confused. "Me?"

"Yes." He narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice still smooth but probing. "I know you have potential — I can sense it. But potential means nothing if you can't back it up. I need to know you're not just dead weight following me around."

He watched her reaction carefully. He had to make sure this pretty, cock-hungry girl wasn't simply infatuated with him and nothing more. After all, he wasn't running a charity.

She blinked, her face growing slightly pink at his bluntness, but she didn't flinch.

"Well… I—"

Sylvaris crossed his arms, waiting.

"I should be able to support everybody from behind," Iselynne said with a soft, proud smile. "My innate skills allow me to shield anyone I choose. Like this."

She lifted her hand gently, her fingers glowing faintly with a pale blue light. The moment the magic activated, water particles in the air shimmered, gathering instantly around Sylvaris's body. Within seconds, a thin, perfectly translucent layer enveloped him entirely, forming a smooth, almost glass-like sphere that surrounded him like a floating egg of liquid crystal.

At first glance, it looked deceptively simple — fragile, even. But the moment Sylvaris moved his arms, he felt it.

The membrane didn't restrict him at all. Instead, his movements flowed smoother than ever, as if every swing of his arm followed the natural rhythm of water cascading down a mountainside. His balance sharpened. His steps felt lighter, faster, like he was gliding. Even his breathing felt clearer, as if the barrier was syncing with his natural rhythm.

Huh…He shifted his weight and moved into a few casual combat stances, testing the shield's mobility. Not bad. Not bad at all.

He could sense the defensive layer absorbing friction and redirecting impact without hard resistance. It wasn't brute armor—it was intelligent protection. Flexible, adaptive, fluid.

And far more importantly, it enhanced his agility rather than hindering it.

Sylvaris narrowed his eyes slightly, reassessing her value.

This isn't just support magic. He had imagined she'd be standing in the back of the group, casting barriers while others fought. But this? This was different. With this kind of control, Iselynne could defend herself even when separated. She could protect allies while still moving with them, without locking herself in place like most fragile mages did.

She might even be one of those rare exceptions. The type that could both support and fight, defend and strike, adapt on the fly. A hybrid. The kind of genius only whispered about, as rare as unicorn horns.

Sylvaris smirked faintly.

I might've gotten luckier with her than I originally thought.

The thin water layer flickered softly, then vanished as Iselynne lowered her hand, waiting eagerly for his reaction.

"Well?" she asked, her voice soft, eyes sparkling with hope.

Sylvaris gave her a slow nod of approval, his golden eyes meeting hers.

"You're far more valuable than I expected." His voice dropped slightly, warm and smooth. "Good. Very good."

Iselynne blushed instantly under his gaze, practically glowing from his praise.

"Hehe... Thank you, Sylvaris..." she whispered, her cheeks burning so hot they could melt through steel. Her heart was pounding like a thousand wild beasts stampeding inside her chest, each beat faster than the last. With every breath, she felt lighter, as if she was walking on clouds, floating somewhere far above the bustling streets of the city.

In that moment, Sylvaris's simple words of praise were worth more to her than any treasure this world could offer. No rare gem, no ancient artifact, no legendary magic could ever compare to hearing his voice acknowledge her worth.

After all, he wasn't just her party leader. He was her lover.

Her Sylvaris.

Ah... if only she knew...If only this sweet, naive girl knew that across the seas, in another distant continent, her precious Sylvaris already had a harem blooming like a sinful garden. Multiple women, broken and claimed, breathing for him alone.

Poor girl.

But for now, she was blissfully unaware, floating in her own little world where she thought she was his only one.

Regardless of her euphoria, the practical issue still remained.

They needed more members.

Two more, to be exact.

And no matter how long they wandered through the crowded city streets, through markets, plazas, recruitment stalls, and shady alleys, the result was always the same:

Failure.

"Is there nobody else who'll join us?" Iselynne pouted, frustration leaking into her voice. "Sylvaris, how come all of the women today rejected you? I told you we should've gone for that massive muscular woman! She would've made such a perfect vanguard!"

Sylvaris exhaled slowly, suppressing the urge to even entertain that visual again.

No. Absolutely not.

The idea of bringing that walking wall of muscle into his party was… horrifying. He didn't need a giant who could deadlift him mid-sex and toss him around like a ragdoll. That was not the vision for his harem. Not even close.

Besides, while Iselynne kept thinking purely about the "team composition," Sylvaris's mind was already elsewhere.

He had someone else in mind.

Someone far more dangerous.

That clerk at the Adventurer's Guild…

Her curves haunted his thoughts every time they stopped by the guild hall. That cute face, those subtle little glances she kept stealing when she thought he wasn't looking — mmph, she was definitely hiding more under that uniform. His cock practically twitched at the thought of bending her over that counter right there, claiming her moaning voice for himself.

If not for Iselynne constantly glued to his side like a loyal puppy, he would've already made his move.

Soon. But not yet.

He kept those thoughts locked behind his calm smile.

"We can wait until tomorrow for tha—"

Before Sylvaris could even finish his sentence, a heavy pulse hit his chest. His entire body stiffened, instincts snapping to attention like sharpened blades.

Something was coming.

He didn't see it — not yet — but he felt it. A distant pressure. Heavy. Dangerous. A monstrous aura was approaching rapidly from far beyond the city gates.

It wasn't just strong — it was tempting.A primal energy that stirred something both thrilling and destructive inside him.

And then —

BOOOOOOM—!

The warning bells exploded throughout the entire city, followed by the desperate screams of the guards echoing through every street.

"MONSTER ATTACK!"

"EVERY AVAILABLE FIGHTER REPORT IMMEDIATELY TO THE WALLS! ALL NON-COMBATANTS TO SHELTER! THIS IS A MONSTER WAVE! DEFEND THE CITY!"

Sylvaris's ears perked instantly, eyes narrowing, his pulse rising not with fear, but excitement.

Monster wave?

He couldn't stop the grin crawling onto his face.

Perfect timing.

He needed to stretch his limbs anyway. Raise his level. Let the entire city witness his true strength. And more importantly — make an impression. A bold one.

Because nothing recruited followers faster than power. And if he played this right, not only would he get stronger, but new recruits — female recruits — would start lining up themselves.

The genius inside him was already cooking the next move.

Good. It's about time I reminded this city why I'm different from the rest of these insects.