Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Sylvaris's eyes swept hungrily over the swarm of monsters; each one seemed stronger than the last. Their levels were a chaotic mess, a storm of power he could feel pressing against him, yet none of it came close to his own. In his gaze, they were nothing but weaklings, and still, their sheer numbers were enough to make the entire city tremble.

"I'm heading out. Protect the city, hide if you must. I don't care how you do it, just survive." Sylvaris pulled Isselyne into his arms, and with a soft breath, pressed his lips against hers. Their mouths parted with a wet—slllckhh—tongues brushing for a fleeting moment, saliva clinging as though it wanted to keep them bound together even as he pulled away. And then, in the blink of an eye, he was gone, vanishing like the wind.

Isselyne barely had time to close her eyes, to savor that last taste of him, before only the echo of his kiss remained on her lips. His speed alone left her trembling. She turned her gaze back to the chaos of battle, the world shaking around her. Moments later, a brilliant white light erupted from the heart of the beast horde, tearing through the battlefield.

Blood spilled like rivers as a young man, wearing the grin of a madman, cut down everything within his sight. The scene could strike terror into some and awe into others. Yet Isselyne's face told another story entirely; her cheeks burned crimson, her eyes narrowed, and her breath grew ragged.

Her hand slipped down to her clit, her body trembling as heat surged through her veins. The girl she had been was gone, replaced by something wild and unrestrained, and if anyone saw her now, they would surely flee, convinced she had lost her mind.

Meanwhile, Sylvaris carved through monsters one after another, their bodies piling like autumn leaves swept aside by the season's end. He looked less like a man and more like a reaper of death itself, though instead of a scythe, he wielded a rake-shaped blade, harvesting lives with every stroke.

All across the battlefield, those still fighting felt the weight of his aura pressing down on them, yet it did not crush them. It lifted them. Hope surged through their weary bodies as the holy energy thickened in the air, so pure it carried a taste across their tongues, sharp and sweet as divinity itself.

"Who is that person?!" a young man shouted. Though a genius at his age, a warrior already praised as gifted, watching such a display left him crushed. Compared to Sylvaris, his so-called talent felt like nothing but dogshit.

A woman with midnight hair caught sight of the same figure. She had been fighting at the front, blade flashing against the horde, but the moment she recognized him carving through the wave alone, she felt the weight of her mistake.

"That's Sylvaris. Remember that name," she said calmly. Perhaps I should join him… he doesn't seem half bad after all. Her expression betrayed the respect blooming across her face.

The entire city was drowning in battle. And when Sylvaris realized he could not stem the tide of every beast, he surged forward, eyes fixed on the source of the foul power radiating like poison from the rear of the wave. Each slash of his sword cut down ten at once, and still he pressed on. Fresh demon blood drenched his body, but he did not care.

From the tip of his blade, a dark strand of energy leaked forth, seeping into him, amplifying his strength. He was unconsciously drawing on the very essence of demons themselves, and the beasts felt the fear crawling into their bones as they parted before him, as though he were their king and they nothing but servants clearing his path.

Who is that terrifying presence? He wondered. He knew at least one thing: it was a woman. The Harem God System would never react to a man.

The deep forest was choked with monsters, shadows crawling like a swarm, yet Sylvaris cut his way through to the very end with startling ease. The air was thick with the taste of blood, metallic and heavy, but his eyes were locked on what, in his heart, could only be called a miracle.

On a tall rock to the north, a lone figure sat waiting. A woman. He froze the instant their gazes met. Shock rippled across both faces, mirrored in the clash of their eyes.

She saw a man daring to cut down her demons, a man who challenged her openly, as though she were nothing more than another soldier in the fray. Rage curled in her chest, her demon blood boiling at the insult. Yet beneath the fury, a deeper truth clawed at her: the demonic pressure radiating from this man, intertwined with holy power, terrified her in ways her mind struggled to grasp.

Sylvaris, however, saw something else entirely. The woman before him was so beautiful it shattered the boundaries of his imagination… and still, that was not the reason his heart stopped.

A heart-shaped tail… he muttered in his mind, dizzy from the sight. Tattoos above her pelvis… violet eyes… horns… that outfit dripping with seduction… There was no doubt. He gulped hard. A… S-s-succubus?! The realization nearly gave him a heart attack from sheer excitement, his tongue sweeping across his lips.

He had come here to see what the Harem God System had prepared for him, and for it to reveal a demon as lustful as a succubus? Sylvaris would never pass up such a chance to let his cock taste heaven, or hell in this case. Already, the heat was swelling in his pants.

He raised a finger toward the woman. She took it as a challenge, razor-sharp fingertips scraping the rock beneath her as she trembled, caught between fear and a will to fight for her life.

"Come here," Sylvaris commanded with a cheeky grin. "Drop to your knees and pleasure me until I'm satisfied, and maybe I'll consider sparing your life."

The Harem God had found himself a new plaything.