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25. Harem Overlord Always Finish Quick 1-32

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Pleasure is power.

Pleasure is necessary.

Pleasure is the goal.

When one obtains power, one obtains pleasure. Pleasure is the drug that drives innovation, that drives society to advancement. Without pleasure, there would be no purpose in taking a step forward.

- Sage Omar Medlock

Ryan's breaths became rapid as he gripped his elongated shaft, his pace quickening. Clutching a phone in his chubby hands, Ryan longingly gazed at the hazel eyes staring back at him.

Biting his lip, Ryan stifled a moan looking at her bare breasts.

He had always loved how her hard nipples looked when covered by a bra or shirt. However, seeing them uncovered, Ryan perceived his naivete.

Succulent circular mounds left his mouthwatering and cock aching. Crested by stiff lone pink peaks, her nipples enticed Ryan to touch and suck them.

'Three years,' Ryan moaned, 'She's left me waiting for three years.' Three years ago today, Ryan watched his beloved friend, mentor, savior, and love die. Aliza had pulled him from the pits of hell and shown him the pleasures of heaven.

The news of her condition came out of nowhere, devastating him. The two fought many battles together, but stage 4 cancer wasn't an opponent they could beat.

Aliza, however, didn't let things end on a sour note.

Remembering Aliza's cheeky smile lying in the hospital bed, he grinned, 'She always was a tease, even until the very end.'

Aliza left him a 'surprise' that came in an automated email three years later.

"Dear Ryan, I know you've missed me these past three years. Wouldn't it be nice if we could meet again? I've left an image attached to this email that will allow you to cum to me." Even in death, she haunted him with sex puns.

Feeling the familiar tingle, Ryan quickened his strokes. Staring at her mesmerizing bust, Ryan couldn't hold on any longer and spurted.

Breathing heavily, Ryan placed his phone on his bed and exhaled, 'God, I miss her.'

Wanting to clean himself and shower, Ryan slowly rose. Then, getting to his feet, Ryan abruptly faltered and felt the world rotate around him. Unable to catch his balance, Ryan plummeted head-first into his dresser.

Slamming into the corner, Ryan saw stars before everything faded to black.

Gingerly, Ryan's eyelids began to flutter open, and his vision slowly returned. As he rolled his neck around, he touched his head, inspecting it for any injuries.

'Why are my pillows so fluffy?' He thought, bewildered by the heavenly sensation he felt supporting his neck and head.

Patting around the mattress, Ryan endeavored to find his phone. Abruptly halting his hand, Ryan thought, 'Was my ceiling always white?' Tilting his head forward, he narrowed his eyes.

Everywhere Ryan looked, he saw white. Everything inside his room had turned white overnight, from his chairs to his desk and even his carpet.

'There's no way I came that hard. . . right?'

Shrugging off the ridiculous thought, Ryan started to fling his legs out of bed when the door to his room squeaked open.

"Damn landlord," Ryan shouted. "I told you I'll pay you next week!"

Ready to kick the greasy bastard in his balls again, Ryan slipped on his now-white slippers and stormed towards the door.

Arriving at the door, Ryan flung it aside, ready to pound the money-grubbing brute into mincemeat, only to lower his hands as he stared slack-jawed at what was in the doorway.

A beauty that could turn heads no matter where she was, stood with her arms clasped behind her back in the entrance. Her proportions were breathtaking, neither overly big nor small. Gorgeous blonde hair with a frost blue hue cascaded down over black lingerie, leaving little to the imagination.

Everything about her was perfect, except for her body language. Her sky-blue eyes had a touch of coldness as she pursed her lips.

Lifting her head, she said, "So you're the enhancer I've been assigned to?"

Pushing Ryan out of the doorway, she said, "What are you doing out of bed?"

Staggering backward, Ryan said, "What are you doing here? Why are you barging into my apartment?"

Frowning, the girl said, "Didn't your parents teach you manners? Men should know their place."

Lunging forward, the girl grasped Ryan's arms, twisting them behind his back.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Ryan's reflexes weren't fast to save him, allowing his arms to be locked behind him.

Clasping Ryan's hands behind his back like handcuffs, she used her free hand to reach over Ryan's shoulder and began to grope his chest.

"You've got some nice stuff here, for a guy." She said, impressed by his physique.

Ryan was confused, 'Does she like fat men?' But when he looked down, he was astonished to see his once overweight body had disappeared, replaced by a firm muscular physique.

'I was not holding in that much cum. . . no way.'

Feeling her hand start to lower, Ryan said, "You know, if this was what you were after, all you had to do was ask."

"Humph, like I'd believe that," She said, snorting. "If you want to lie, come up with a better one."

Furrowing his brow, Ryan couldn't make heads or tails of what she said, 'Who wouldn't want to sleep with a beauty like her?'

Removing her hand from his lower chest, she said, "Do I have to carry you to the bed, or will you walk?"

Glancing over his shoulder, Ryan winked, "Why don't I carry you to the bed?"

Crinkling her nose, she intensified her grip on his hands as she said, "Don't try and get smart with me."

"Fucks sake, woman! I'll have sex with you, damn!" Ryan cursed as, for the first time since Aliza's teachings, he couldn't get a read on a woman.

Loosening her grip, she narrowed her eyes and said, "Are you telling the truth?"

"Yes! I'll fuck you till kingdom cums, or whatever the saying is," Ryan said, exacerbated at this woman's antics.

"Okay," She reluctantly said, releasing his hands. "But if you try anything-"

"Don't worry," Ryan said, rubbing his palms together, "You won't hear me complaining."

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Making steady eye contact, Ryan backed toward his bed. Having spent the previous three years locked up in his bedroom, he knew its layout like the back of his hand. Carefully evading his lethal dresser, he kept his eyes locked on his target.

Waggling his eyebrows, Ryan said, "Do you want the good Ryan," reaching the bed, he raised one eyebrow. "Or the naughty one?"

Tilting her head, she pressed her lips together, "I prefer my males submissive and docile," she said. However, Ryan could see a gleam in her eye that told a different story.

Shaking his head 'no' he said, "I understand," and climbed onto the bed, taking off his shirt.

Lying back on the fluffy mattress, Ryan felt his body sink into its heavenly embrace, thinking, 'Okay, I know my cum doesn't have magical properties. My bed was never this soft. However, that begs the question, who did this to my room, and why?'

Sauntering over to the side of the bed, the girl frowned, "Why aren't your pants off?"

Stepping forward, she yanked Ryan's pants and boxers free, causing Ryan's snarky reply to catch in his throat.

"I said, submissive and docile. Do you understand?" She said, throwing his pants and underwear across the room.

Faking a pout, Ryan said, "At least buy me dinner first."

"Why would I buy you dinner? This is your exam, after all." Then, exasperated, she sighed, "If only I thought of another way to get back at my mother."

Raising his eyebrows, Ryan attempted to ask what she was talking about but felt his speaking ability failed him.

"That will only last until this is over," She slumped her shoulders and said. "I just want to get this over with."

Deciding it was now or never, Ryan sprang forward and grabbed her arms.

"What do you think you're doing?" Then, she screamed, "Do you think you can get away?"

Not listening to her nonsense, Ryan slowly exerted his control and wrestled her onto the bed, pinning her below him.

"W-Why are you so strong?!" Stammering, she gasped, feeling Ryan's abnormal amount of strength.

"No man can be this strong!" She said, judging Ryan's grip to be equivalent to a cultivator exerting 780 units of energy.

"I work out," Ryan said, smiling enigmatically, regaining his ability to speak.

Gripping her arms, he leaned forward and kissed her neck.

She gasped from the unexpected pleasure. Her lips quivered, "Y-You, don't just tease me."

Sensing her pent-up desires, Ryan felt like he was a hunter, and she was his prey.

"W-What are you-" Stifling the remainder of her words, she shivered, frozen by his evil grin, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.

"I prefer my girls," He paused, licking his lips, "squirming in pleasure."

Moving his head towards the back of her neck, he lightly nibbled her earlobe, eliciting a moan of delight.

Proceeding downward, Ryan released her ear, pressing his wet lips against her neck and collarbone.

Arriving at her lingerie, Ryan hesitated when Aliza's instructions rang in his mind, "If she's covered beneath the sheets, use your teeth!"

Knowing what to do, Ryan bit the silk fabric and yanked his teeth back, ripping a hole in her lingerie.

Ryan never got over the satisfaction of freeing the masterpieces attached to girls' chests and once again swore his oath to continue his calling in life, "I swear to thee, oh breasts I adore to see, I will come one day to set you all free."

Gazing at her soft mounds, Ryan held her hands above her and stole her move, utilizing one hand to dominate both of hers while his other explored her chest.

Ryan meticulously inched his fingers toward her nipples as he traced circles with his fingertips, getting closer to the succulent tip.

Panting with need, the girl desperately strained to press her nipples forward to make contact with his tortuous fingers.

But how could Ryan allow that? Quickly reaching above, he brought her arms to her sides, pinning and locking them with his legs. Sitting atop her, licking his lips as his prey was now truly caged.

"What's your name?" Feeling obligated to find out his new pet's name, he asked. Continuing to tease her unhurriedly.

"M-Mara sir," She moaned, squirming beneath him, not to get out, but because his touch felt divine.

"Mara," Ryan said, mulling it over. "For reference, my name is Ryan. You might need it when you're screaming in pleasure in a moment."

Mara's pants contorted into whimpers as the lust she felt only built, never tipping over. Ryan's tortuous circles came so close but never that half an inch required for ecstasy.

When Mara was losing her mind from lust, Ryan completed the circle and pinched her nipples.

Jolting pleasure rampaged through Mara's body as she spasmed in euphoria.

Wave after wave of unceasing pleasure crashed into Mara as Ryan tweaked and pinched her nipples skillfully.

In a state of heightened arousal, Mara's body couldn't handle any more pleasure, her pussy clenching, juices flowing into her panties as she came.

"Ryan. . .Ryan, Ryan!" Convulsing in pleasure, she screamed Ryan's name, again and again, her body experiencing orgasmic bliss.

Gasping for breath Mara gradually came down from her orgasmic high, looking into Ryan's eyes.

Although her mind was foggy, Mara held some semblance of reality from being a cultivator. Studying Ryan's face for the first time, she realized this man was… handsome.

Mara had seen a lot of nobles before, frequenting galas and balls, and while some were good-looking, she had never seen one as captivating as him.

Ryan had slick raven-black hair, emerald green eyes, a chiseled face, and a sharp jawline. Gawking at his chest, she wondered if Ryan stole this body from some divine being who decided to carve this physique solely to express his vanity.

Catching her breath, Mara felt her heartbeat quicken again as more arousal flooded her system.

The bit of sanity she had remaining after the tortuous encounter was conquered by a raging lust that seemed to have crept up on her since Ryan pinned her to the mattress.

Seeing Mara's lust, Ryan acted on instinct, breathing it like life-giving air as energy poured into him.

Regaining clarity, he realized that energy had flowed into him, feeling it settle inside his lower stomach.

Not having the wherewithal to focus on such a thing now, he concentrated on the task at hand, getting laid.

Slowly getting off Mara, Ryan stripped free of his remaining clothes. Seeing Mara's wide eyes, Ryan frowned and looked down.

Fixing their gazes on his cock, both stared slack-jawed at the monster released from his pants.

His penis before had been above average, a solid 6 inches, but compared to the girthy 9 of this current monstrosity, it seemed like a joke.

Mara's pussy throbbed as a line of drool escaped her mouth. Guided by instinct, she stood up and took off the torn lingerie and panties while staring into Ryan's eyes.

Watching the once Ice Queen exposing her most private parts to his eyes, Ryan's cock throbbed.

Abruptly visions of him dominating and subjugating Mara started to invade his thoughts as an overwhelming desire to conquer this woman welled inside him.

Ryan couldn't sense where this desire came from, but discerning from its primal nature, he knew there was no room for argument.

Unable to control his body, he grabbed Mara's naked frame and threw her onto the bed, climbing atop her.

pAnD Not even giving her a moment's respite, he jammed his dick into her sopping-wet hole.

Holding on to the last semblance of control, he tried to slow the entrance in hopes of sparing her pain. Succeeding only for a moment, he lost all control and became a blissed-out observer, controlled by his animalistic instincts.

Mara cried in joy as Ryan's member penetrated her, breaking her seal, not having any pain whatsoever.

Feeling his member relentlessly attacking her walls, the violent thrust of his hips made her moan out in bliss.

As her body started to heat up, she reciprocated Ryan's thrusts by moving her hips towards his thrusting cock every time he came towards her.

Her cries turned louder as she reached to Ryan's back, pulling her body closer to him and allowing Ryan to penetrate even deeper.

Ryan's started to grunt and growl, his animalistic sounds making Mara scream, "Please! Ryan, give it to me!"

Thrusting his whole nine inches into her, Ryan roared, feeling all the energy built up from Mara's lust shoot out with his seed into Mara's eagerly waiting pussy.

Feeling his seed enter, Mara's body turned scorching hot as her senses screamed out in delight, feeling as though her body was on cloud nine.

Shaking and spasming, Mara experienced the most intense orgasm of her life before her and Ryan's visions faded to black.

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Yawning, Ryan rubbed his eyes, stretching his arms above his head.

Hearing the satisfying crack of his back muscles, Ryan abruptly paused mid-pose as he gaped at where he was sitting. This room was relatively spacious, with unadorned white walls, much like his own repainted room. However, the peculiar part of the room was not its interior but its inhabitants.

Sitting shoulder to shoulder along the walls were hundreds of boys who appeared to be around the age of 18.

Ryan, too, was crunched in between two boys.

"Do you know what's going on?" Ryan asked, tapping the boy to his right on the shoulder.

"Don't touch me, mongrel," The boy spat, flicking Ryan's hand off his shoulder.

Stunned by the boy's reaction, Ryan tried his luck with the boy on his left.

"Do you, by chance, know what's going on here?"

"M-Me?" The boy asked, adjusting his crocked glasses.

"I don't see anyone else here, do you?" Ryan asked sarcastically.

"I see 551 people here, not including me," The boy retorted, examining Ryan quizzically.

Rubbing his forehead, Ryan said, "Forget it," and decided to wait and see why they were all in this bland space.

Surveying the room, he sensed he had overlooked something, 'Why is everyone so tense?'

Racking his brain for an explanation for the unusually tense atmosphere, he saw a hole in the middle of the floor appear.

As the floor opened up, a woman emerged, standing on a rising pedestal.

As Ryan watched her ascent, he felt a feeling between fear and arousal well up inside him. She was a large, athletic, curly-haired brunette with golden amber eyes.

"Quiet," she shouted, stomping her black latex boots on the ground. She stepped off the podium and strode around the room, her pitch-black skirt swishing from side to side.

"My name is First Lieutenant Valeria Waters." Speaking in a loud, commanding tone, she addressed the audience, "I'd first and foremost like to congratulate you all on behalf of the Kheaweth Military for completing the orientation test." As she spoke, her green military uniform bounced up and down.

The medals adorning her uniform jingled as they bounced, allowing the onlookers to receive both pleasant scenery and a melody as a bonus.

"To see your ranking, simply look at the grey wristband on your dominant hand, and will the data to appear."

"This wristband will be your new best friend and is built to resemble the heavenly screen."

'What on earth is this chick talking about?' Ryan wondered, 'First my room, and now this? What is going on today?'

Hearing excited murmurs sounding from the audience as they activated their new wristbands, Ryan gazed down at his own.

Rubbing his neck Ryan looked around to see if there were any hidden cameras, but honestly, this would be the lousiest prank show in existence.

"What the fuck!" Ryan blurted as he saw a screen pop up in midair.

The room suddenly turned deathly quiet, everyone cringing, expecting the Lieutenant to rip Ryan a new one. Unexpectedly, she only glanced at him before turning and addressing the rest of the room, ignoring the outburst.

"If your class rank is in the top 100, congratulations! You have just entered the illustrious list of ranked members of the Kheaweth Military!"

Shrugging off the feeling of death that came over him, Ryan exerted his will on his wristband.

Name: Anthony Dire

Class Rank: 1

Gasps and passionate exclamations of joy and sorrow filled the room as 99 people voiced their excitement and 452 their disappointment.

The 552nd, Ryan, however, was completely baffled, 'What the hell is going on?' Feeling like this was surely a dream, he kept pinching himself, yet he didn't wake up. 'Is this real?'

"Before I send you all on your way, does anyone have any questions?"

"My name is Marcus Montgomery, of house Montgomery, and I am sorry if I sound rude, First Lieutenant." The man to Ryan's right introduced himself as he stood, giving a low bow in the Lieutenant's direction. "But I fail to see how I could possibly be ranked ninth! What qualities is this test supposed to cover that it dares to rank me ninth?"

"Oh, it's Mr. Marcus of house Montgomery, is it?" She said, twirling her hair in her finger, "I didn't realize it was you."

"Of course, such a lovely madam as yourself is forgiven for such a small offense." Marcus said, his belly jiggling as he talked.

"Well, if that's the case…" She said, biting her lip, "If you want to know. . .get on your knees and beg me."

Silence echoed in the room, everyone holding their breath.

Marcus's chubby face contorted, clenching his jaw. "Do you know who my mother is?" He snorted, looking at the Lieutenant as though she was swine.

"A small Lieutenant like you cannot touch me. It should be you who gets on your knees." He said, pointing his finger at the Lieutenant.

The facade of the Lieutenant fell off, her lips twisting in a half-smile giving her a sinister look.

"There's always a little noble like you who hasn't been taught properly," she said, exerting her aura on the man. "Boys should know their place."

As Ryan observed the scene in wide-eyed fascination, his hands began to rub together on their own as he felt the anticipation building in his body. He wanted to fight.

Ryan had never been one to start a fight. However, he felt… battle lust.

He pictured himself half-dressed, covered in blood, and surrounded by women screaming their love for their protector. In this daydream, he threw his head back and began laughing, towering over his enemy's bloodied corpses.

However, another feeling swept over him a moment later as he stared slack-jawed. It was an overwhelming sense of pure power.

Feeling the Lieutenant release her aura, Ryan recognized it as the same energy he felt inside of him.

Focusing on his lower stomach, he discovered that comparable energy released by the Lieutenant was lying dormant inside him.

'What is this power?'

Watching as Marcus curled into the fetal position and cried, Ryan felt indignation. 'Are nobles so weak as to not withstand a sliver of her aura?'

Frowning, Ryan thought, 'How do I know it was only a sliver? Why am I getting angry at such a nonsensical thing?'

"One thing you all should learn," She said, making firm and precise movements, "That man will be you if you dare to insult a higher rank than yours."

"It doesn't matter who your mommy is, and even less who your daddy is. If you cannot do this," she said, manifesting a glowing sphere of light on her fingertip, "you are worthless."

Tugging her ear, she capitulated, "At least in battle. Some of you are at least useful in the bedroom."

Hearing her concede some potential prowess, a collective sigh of relief resounded through the room.

Rolling her eyes and crossing her arms, she said, "Alright, any more moronic questions?"

"Good, then we'll ge-." Abruptly stopping, she raised her eyebrows and stared with wide eyes at a hand slowly rising.

Boosting her aura to the max, she directed at the foolish man.

'Fuck! It's him!' Swerving her aura to the side, she crashed it into the recruit sitting beside the man with his hand raised.

The crowd, expecting Ryan to get obliterated by the Lieutenant's aura, stared slack-jawed as Marcus squealed like a pig roasting over a fire, getting a second dose of now the cultivator's entire aura.

"What was your question?" She asked, ignoring the shrieking Marcus.

"What did you mean by useful in the bedroom?" Ryan asked, tilting his head innocently, "Do you think we could have a private session where you showed me privately, Valery?"

Ryan made a calculated move, recalling Aliza's "The rules of conquering women."

"Always press an advantage."

"Always leave a unique impression."

"Get into her thoughts. . .and pants."

Lieutenant Valeria was frozen, unable to move after hearing a recruit call her "Valery."

Hearing it from him sounded…good. 'Why does it sound so good?' She questioned herself.

Looking away from the man's unblinking stare, she tried to make eye contact but couldn't hold it for more than a second.

Blushing and giving up, she settled for looking at his raven locs, "When I say useful in the bedroom," she said, clearing her throat. "I am referring to your abilities as enhancers."

Seeing his wayward expression, her eyelid twitched, and she wondered, 'What do the higher-ups see in this guy?'

"Enhancers deposit their sperm into a cultivator's mouth, vagina, or other orifices improving the cultivator's cultivation depending on each other's ranks." Not daring to ask another rhetorical question, Valeria paused and waited.

Seeing Ryan nod and wave his arms in a "shoo" motion, her eyebrows lowered, and a vein throbbed on her forehead.

Witnessing the exchange between the two, everyone stared, their gazes fixed on Ryan, wondering who he was.

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Following Valery, Ryan made his way down a long corridor. The sound of a hundred pairs of shoes clattering against the ground echoed off the dimly lit metal walls.

Only a hundred left after the Lieutenant ordered the 400 unranked recruits through a suspicious door, back in the unadorned chamber they had come from. As he snuck a peek through the door, Ryan saw only darkness, giving him the feeling of peering into a void.

Coming to the end of the corridor, Ryan saw an entrance to an auditorium stage. Bright lights shone from above, forcing the ranked into the spotlight. Squinting his eyes, Ryan found it difficult to pinpoint the exact number of people in the auditorium. He could clearly see the people seated in the front row, but things became blurry as he looked further into the audience.

Ushered into seats on the stage arranged like bleachers, they were told to sit down in order of class rank.

Ryan saw a few jaws drop as he claimed his seat in the top left, marked with the number one.

"Attention, recruits!" Invisible speakers broadcasted a high-pitched female voice throughout the vast auditorium. "As the faction leader of the Golden Tridents, I'd like to welcome the 415th enhancer class to the Military Training Academy."

A roar of applause bellowed from the seats. Whistling and catcalls were thrown in for good measure.

After the noise settled, the commanding voice continued, "In a moment, the bleachers will relocate you to the back of the stage, and we shall begin our faction recruitment ceremony."

"But before that, to inspire and motivate our new batch of unranked enhancers in the audience, we will show exactly what you're going up against. I present the top five placement's individual category rankings!"

Five holographic screens appeared midair, each showing a face with a name below and four rankings attached.

Name: Austin Richelle

Speed Ranking: (C)

Quality Ranking: (C-)

Special Characteristic Ranking: (D)

Class Ranking: (2)

After only bothering to glance at second place, Ryan looked at where his spot should be but was baffled by what he saw.

Name: Anthony Dire

Speed Ranking: (A-)

Quality Ranking: (Classified)

Special Characteristic Ranking: (Unable To Determine)

Class Ranking: (1)

The cheering suddenly stopped, and the whole auditorium came to a standstill. After several uncomfortable seconds, a gruff female voice shouted, "Why is Anthony Dire ranked #1? Who let an obvious cheater rank first?!"

Like the match that sparked an inferno, the whole auditorium blazed to life with chatter.

Ryan covered his ears, trying to drown out the deafening noise.

The roar of the crowd only abided when a loud "Quiet!" sounded out from the speakers.

"Congratulations to those of you who deserve to be here," The voice said. "Please remain in your seats as the bleacher's transport you backstage."

As her voice faded, the bleachers shook and slowly raised off the ground. Wheels extended from the bottoms and began rolling them towards the stage wall.

As the bleachers slowly moved, Ryan heard murmurings in the crowd.

"Is Goddess Mila going to allow that bastard to get away with it?"

"Even though his body is alluring… he's too arrogant."

"Nobles are getting more and more pretentious these days."

'Are they referring to me?' Ryan wondered, still baffled at the goings on. The number one ranked enhancer hologram had his own beautiful face. And, as Ryan looked at his reflection in one of the mirrors on the wall, it was certainly beautiful.

'But why are they calling me Anthony Dire? It's not Anthony that is #1, it's me that is listed first in the rankings.'

Feeling his blood turn cold, a sudden foreboding feeling washed over him as he thought, 'My room changed, and my body suddenly became strong. That weird girl appeared, this energy, my new body… did I really die?'

As the thought struck him, he realized the indisputable facts that all pointed to a solitary answer. 'Yes, I did die. And somehow, I am either undead, or I have been transported into a different world and in a new body.'

Ryan wanted to curl up in a fetal position, but the stage wall was only a few feet away.

Only when they were within an inch of the wall did a passageway open, allowing them backstage.

After the bleachers locked into position and lowered to the ground, Ryan rested his elbows on his knees and massaged his temple with his palms.

"She used you too hard as well, huh?" The boy to his left said.

Frowning, Ryan looked over at the boy and asked, "What do you mean?"

Smiling wryly at Ryan, the boy answered, "I mean, it's clear that you got squeezed."

"I don't know what all that shouting was about as I ain't no noble, but I know a squeezer victim when I see one."

Seeing Ryan's eyebrow raised, the boy sighed, "Guess it's your first time."

"Squeezed is the term when we enhancers get used as a pleasure toy until all our juices are squeezed dry."

"From your body language, it seems to be the most logical conclusion that you got used and abused by whoever was in your BCN replica."

The boy placed a languid hand on Ryan's shoulder, "Don't worry, they're not all like that. My name's Austin, by the way. What's yours?"

Ryan looked at Austin's hand on his shoulder and realized there was a misunderstanding, but didn't correct Austin as the real reason for his mood was much more complicated.

As Ryan was about to reply, he saw a man appear below them, walking towards them.

As he got closer, Ryan recognized the man from earlier, Marcus, the cumbersome son of a pompous noble, or so Ryan thought.

As Marcus approached, his eyes widened and he exclaimed, "It's you!" Like an exuberant toddler, he excitedly pointed his finger towards Ryan.

Brow furrowed, Ryan thought, 'Did this man know the previous me?' Thinking of the possibility, his heartbeat picked up. 'If that was the case, maybe this guy has some answers.'

Maintaining eye contact with Marcus, Ryan pushed his chest out and said, "Do you perhaps know me? I don't think I've had the honor yet." Knowing this man was a noble, if Ryan wanted to glean any information from Marcus, it was best to be cordial.

Combining the way Lieutenant Valeria treated Ryan, the information he had, and his cool, confident demeanor, Marcus was sure. It was him. "My apologies for my boorish actions. My name is Marcus Montgomery, of house Montgomery. We are a low Viscount family, but today it is the honor of our house to meet your esteemed self."

Ryan's calm exterior almost cracked at the turnaround he had just witnessed. One second, Marcus was acting like the ruler of the world, the next, tame as a lap dog.

"My name is Anthony Dire, and the pleasure is mine, Marcus Montgomery." Seeing the hologram call him Anthony Dire, he guessed that was his previous name.

"Haha, my goodman, you jest. Oh my, I haven't laughed like that since Father's birthday ball last spring!" Marcus said, throwing his head back in laughter.

Sitting beside Ryan, even Austin started shaking with laughter.

"Why do you both laugh at my name? Do you think my name is worth laughing at?" playing the role of the superior aristocrat Ryan tilted his head and asked.

Seeing Ryan's scowling face, Marcus stopped laughing and wiped the tears from his eyes, "Are you claiming your real name is Anthony Dire? Surely you jest, my goodman!"

Frowning, Ryan sensed he was missing something. Was his name well known? Was he some despicable person before?

"Do you truly not know what Anthony Dire represents?" Marcus asked, seeing the bewilderment on Ryan's face.

'Does Anthony Dire translate to something profane in another language?'

"Dude, you aren't one of them, are you?" Hurriedly raising his hands in mock surrender, Austin stammered, "I didn't mean to laugh, honest! I thought you were joking!"

Sneering at Austin, Marcus said, "Someone of his ilk cannot be one of them."

Marcus jolted and turned towards Ryan. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. . . I didn't know you wanted to hide…." Marcus babbled, seeming to think he was making everything worse. Looking out the corner of his eye at Austin, he said, "I'm sorry. I'll just stop before I say anything else." Bowing to Ryan, he returned to his seat.

His brow furrowed, Ryan watched Marcus leave. Determined to get answers, Ryan turned toward Austin but shook his head, realizing Austin had already escaped.

Resolving to find the answers later, he started to calm his brain and fell into a deep meditative state.

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"What do you think about the recruits this year Mila? Any caught your fancy?" Abby asked, flinging her beautiful long red hair to lay over her seat. Her plump curves and fawn brown eyes drew a few looks from the female audience members as she moved.

Glancing at her sister, Mila waved dismissively, continuing to look through the files of new recruits.

"Oh, come on, sis, there has to be someone who catches your eye this year, right?" Abby teasingly said as she walked toward her younger sister.

Mila stuck her nose in the air. "They are not good enough for me," her haughty tone signaling the end of the conversation.

Abby leaned close to Mila, brushed aside her auburn hair, and whispered, "Or are you waiting for him, the one that saved you."

Jerking away from Abby's hot breath and teasing words, Mila's cheeks turned scarlet as she stuttered, "N-No, I am not! And I don't want to talk about that again."

Mila peeked around to make sure no one was listening. Not wanting to meet Abby's eyes, she nuzzled up to her neck and whispered, "And even if I was, you are not to speak of him here!"

Seeing her usually haughty sister act so bashful made Abby even more eager to tease Mila.

Unfortunately, her teasing was interrupted by a gasp from Mila. "This recruit got B rank in quality!"

Showing her sister the file, Mila felt more enraged at the enhancer who came in "first" place.

The heavens were ruthless when giving rankings, and being born with a B rank in one of the three categories was easily 1 in 10,000.

Normally getting an A- in a category would stir up a storm when first entering the academy, but after seeing the name Anthony Dire, the classified, and "cannot be determined" messages that appeared when the top 5 enhancers were announced. Everyone knew the truth. That man was a fraud.

Nobles were notorious for forcing their sons to become enhancers, which was totally acceptable and accepted as a privilege of the higher class.

However, did the fraud enhancer really believe he could use his mother's power to fake his speed test and get the others redacted? He even had the gull to hide behind the name Anthony Dire. Pathetic!

Mila didn't know which house the brat came from, but she was sure as hell going to find out.

Although the students right now might think the brat was going to get away with it, that man had another thing coming.

She was going to strip any chance he had to get into a faction.

Although the other faction leaders must have come to a similar conclusion as her, especially after his pathetic attempt to hide his name, they might pick him in an attempt to curry favor with his backer.

Having her own powerful backers, she felt confident that her fellow faction leaders would drop him if she asked them.

Everyone knew it wasn't a worthwhile trade to offend a backer in exchange for a favor, as one carried a lot more weight than the other.

If Mila could successfully keep the fraud from joining a faction, she would stunt his growth by a large margin.

Ryan sat backstage. Even though he couldn't move and talk, he had a sense of awareness of his surroundings. He knew that Marcus and Austin sheepishly ran away after their talk with him. He remembered falling on the chair and now couldn't move. And he knew that a tunnel of knowledge was forming in his subconscious, trying to make its way to his conscious thoughts.

The puzzle was beginning to fit together and the facts were sliding into place. His quest to uncover the truth was becoming less hazy.

He realized that he had fallen into a trance-like state, and it had cleared his mind of the fog that had plagued him since he first arrived in this new world.

While in this trance-like state, he could hear the outside chatter of the new enhancers that were milling around backstage, as well as a few murmurings from the audience from the auditorium.

Ryan felt as though he could have a thousand conversations at once, but he couldn't talk. So all he did was listen to the girls chatter allowing the constant hum to lull him through his trance.

Little pings of conversation were zeroing in to his consciousness, allowing him to hear and somewhat process what these girls were saying.

"Don't you think that Anthony Dire is cute?" one girl giggled.

"You do realize that Anthony isn't his real name, right?" another voice responded. "He's an orphan."

"Huh?" the first girl sounded very confused.

The second girl said in a low voice. "All Alissa's and Anthony Dires are orphans. They are unidentifiable people."

"Well he's still cute!" The first girl giggled again. "I'd smash that in a minute!"

"You may want him for a minute, but he's not a keeper. Orphans are the dregs of society. They are trained for all the dirty jobs, and a few unlucky ones even get traded as slaves," the second girl responded. "Yuck!"

A third voice chimed in. "You know that enhancers, once they are as a ranked member of the military, they get a female slave to practice their techniques on," the girl groaned, "I need a slave to practice my techniques on too! Lucky dogs!"

Another voice, sounding a little closer than the first set of girls chimed in, "There are tons of paid slaves here on Ravier," she explained, "I've heard that people willing become paid slaves and sign a slave contract with their master for a period of time in return for a predetermined amount of money."

The first girl giggled again, "Oooh, service, practice, and pay. How fun! But don't they have a slave seal?"

The third voice sounding confinent in her knowledge responded, "No, they would be treated the same as other slaves, except that they don't have a slave seal. Their empire, not their owners determine their treatment."

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Ryan woke up from his meditation, he didn't know how long it had lasted, but he felt rejuvenated.

Although he had been listening to a lot of conversations, whatever trance-like state he was in wasn't omnipotent and didn't allow him to listen to everyone. Still, he learned a lot from the mindless chatter because there were so many people.

First, he learned what his name meant, he was an orphan, the dregs of society. Second, he learned a little more about the slave system, though he still had a lot of questions about how to go about getting slaves. Third, it seemed like this planet's men were a little bit different than earth's men...

He turned and saw Austin looking at him blankly. Ignoring their past conversation, Ryan asked, "How long was I asleep? Is the wait almost over?"

Jerking out of thought, Austin looked for the source of the voice with wide eyes full of fear. Seeing it was Ryan, he calmed his racing heart, "Sorry you startled me for a sec," He said while trying to catch his breath.

"Dude, you were totally out of it." Austin gave Ryan a questioning look, "You woke up just in time!"

Seeing Austin's look, Ryan furrowed his own brow and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have some pudding on my face?"

Snorting, Austin replied, "I doubt you eat pudding, no. What exactly were you doing earlier?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, me and Marc tried to wake you up, but we couldn't. Did she squeeze you that dry?"

Ryan was now really confused, he hadn't felt anyone try to wake him up.

If Austin was telling the truth, then he would have to be careful when and where he fell into that state again.

"I was just sleeping, and when did Marcus change his name to Marc?" Ryan said, trying to change the subject.

Austin looked like he wanted to continue the conversation, but then a voice sounded from their right.

"Oh good, you're finally up, Anthony! I thought you had been taken by the reaper, A-n-t-h-o-n-y!" Marcus interjected, making sure to stress that he was pointing out the low class name.

While Austin face-palmed beside him, Ryan replied jokingly, "No, but if death wants to be taken, I wouldn't mind her from behind."

Marcus overly guffawed at Ryan's joke, making a scene that caught the attention of several recruits by falling out of his chair and rolling on the floor. His fist slammed the innocent wooden tiles making them take the brunt of his laughter.

After his little charade was over, Marcus got up and whipped the non-existent tears out of his eyes and said, "Oh my, A-n-t-h-o-n-y, you sure know how to jest." Once again accentuating the word Anthony to make sure everyone heard it.

Ryan looked at the noble with a dark expression. It was clear that Marcus thought that he had offended him earlier and was trying to make up for it by sucking up to him.

Trying to nip this little misunderstanding in the bud, he said, "Marcus, please know that I was not offended earlier. Since I just woke up, why don't you tell me about what news I missed while I was sleeping."

Widening his eyes in realization that Ryan truly didn't care about the earlier incident, Marcus smiled and chortled, "Good, my good man, yes, yes."

Getting back into his seat, Marcus leaned over the railing of his chair and whispered into Ryan's ear, "Word on the street is that some ranker offended the faction head of the Golden Tridents and won't be chosen by a faction while staying in the undergraduate campus."

Startled that Marcus actually had news he hadn't heard, Ryan asked, "Who?"

"No clue. But whoever it is, seemed to piss her off pretty bad, as even my spies heard about it through the grapevine!"

Mulling it over for a moment, Ryan had to agree. From what he already had learned about this world, although Marcus was from a Viscount house, he was only a son. He had only just become an enhancer, which would raise his status, but that was in the future.

Daughters from noble houses were raised as cultivators, as even if they weren't born with the blessing, they could become artificial cultivators.

Sons, however, were raised to be the best noble husbands they could be. They were focused on learning etiquette, manners, and husband duties that would please their future wife.

Whoever this person was that had offended a faction head wasn't that smart. Aliza had taught him that while there was a time and place for provoking a woman's ire, and it was never a good idea if they were stronger than you.

Suddenly the wall that covered the backstage disintegrated, and the chairs under the recruit's feet suddenly shot forward and came to rest at the front of the stage.

Several recruits were standing up off their seats and were flung forward off the stage by the sudden moment of the bleacher-chair extravaganza.

Other recruits were standing off to the side, away from the chairs, and had to walk to the front of the stage pitifully but were stopped from getting in their seats by several armed army officers.

A moment after the movement started, it stopped, and the only sound was the groans of pain from a group of the new male recruits.

pAnD "Pathetic!" A voice rang out above the sounds of pain, "Whoever is not in their seat will have their first month's credits confiscated."

Smiling, Mila looked at the rest of the people in the chairs and continued talking, "As for the rest of you," Then she looked toward Ryan, who unfortunately wasn't one of the ones to fall, and frowned, "Don't expect to get a compliment. You only did well enough."

Turning around, Mila signaled to the other faction leaders to come forward, "When your name is called, please step forward."

"Jake Balmer!"

The large hologram screen floated at the front of the room just to the right of the bleachers. The enhancer's names and stats began appearing on the hovering screen.

Name: Jake Balmer

Speed Ranking: (F)

Quality Ranking: (F)

Special Characteristic Ranking: (F-)

Class Ranking: (100)

Stepping onto the stage a mediocre-looking shaggy hair guy shrugged his shoulders and hung his head in shame. His clothes were a bit too big for him, making Ryan think he was trying to make people believe he was built and not so thin.

"A full F rank, poor chap."

"Wasn't the exam time limit three hours?"

"Doesn't that mean he ejaculated within three hours? My servant takes six!"

"Guess F rank isn't so bad."

Mila shouted, "Quiet!" Turning toward her fellow faction leaders she said, "Does anyone wish to bid?"

The girls were shaking their heads side to side and grimacing. Not one of them wanted to look poor Jake in the face.

Seeing them all shake their heads she said, "Sorry, Mr. Balmer, it seems that none of the faction leaders are interested in you at this time. If you try and work hard enough, there is still a chance that you can get recruited later on down the line."

After Jake was escorted off stage by a female security guard, Mila continued.

"Next up Hugh. . . I'm not saying that."

Name: Hugh Anus

Speed Ranking: (F-)

Quality Ranking: (F-)

Special Characteristic Ranking: (E-)

"Good name! Hopefully, it's big enough to fit my strap-on!"

"Got anything else that's huge, big boy?"

"I said, quiet!" Mara roared, slamming the table. Turning towards the girls she asked, "Anyone want Mr. Anus?"

"Eh, E- is good enough. I'll bid one faction point," the leader for the Blue Eagles said. Seeing everyone pass on Mr. Ass, Mila looked at Hugh and said, "Congratulations, sir! Please swiftly exit the stage, a representative from Blue Eagles will meet you outside."

"Next up is Kevin Hamsin," Mila called, thankful for a normal name.

Name: Kevin Hamsin

Speed Ranking: (E)

"Quality Ranking: (F-)

Special Characteristic Ranking: (F-)

"I bet he'll be a lackey for the Dawn Pavilion and rot in the BCN. He looks like a suck-up," an enhancer next to Ryan muttered.

Ryan heard the words and felt something he heard something familiar.

It was a conversation that must have been buried during his trance because he heard two girls talk of empires and magical forces.

"Yes, I know women have been the only ones able to cultivate since ancient times," a girl said.

"But from the collaboration of the Red Dragon Empire, Holy Phoenix Empire, our Human Kheaweth Empire, and The Dawn Pavilion, we have created the 'Blissful Cultivation Network' or BCN for short. This has given males a new purpose!"

"But what good are men?" a second girl asked the first.

"As I'm sure you're aware of the Dawn Pavilion, right? The one who made the Dawn Net and is currently the biggest force on Ravier?"

Seeing the girl nod, girl one continued, "Well they made an internet hookup room called the BCN, which allows the 1 in 10,000 males who are born enhancers to be useful!"

"Why aren't they ruling the world then?"

"When the Dawn family first founded the Dawn Pavilion, and the four great empires were barely considered kingdoms by the heavens, the Dawn family signed a heavenly contract with the four Queens that forbid them or their descendants from ever establishing an empire."

"In return, the Dawn family was allowed to grow undisturbed throughout every empire or kingdom in the world as no force was worried about them taking power. As none of their forces could launch a heavenly invasion."

Feeling a tap on his shoulder Ryan jolted out of his memory, screaming, "What!"

His glare terrified the recruit that had tapped him on the shoulder. The recruit pointed and trembled out, "I-It's your turn, Anthony."

Ryan was confused, his name wasn't Anthony. What was this kid talking about?

Following the kid's finger, his eyes located seven figures; none of them looked familiar… except, "Little angel? What are you doing here?"

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Mila looked down at the piece of paper and smiled. The time had finally come.

She couldn't wait to see the look on that brat's face when no one bid for him and he was passed by.

Name: Anthony Dire

Speed Ranking: (A-)

Quality Ranking: (Classified)

Special Characteristic Ranking: (Unable To Determine)

Class Ranking: (1)

Mila's eyes turned to Ryan. Her look was triumphant. Suddenly a haze covered her eyes and she lost her focus. Memories slammed her thoughts and she felt like she was transported in time.

She was sweating, covered in dirt, racing down a deserted road except for the group of bandits headed her way.

She shouldn't have been alone but at the time, she was only 15 and had gotten separated from her group of bodyguards.

It was supposed to be a great trip, surrounded by her friends and classmates. They were learning about the ecosystem of the planet and focusing on plant growth near the edge of the empire when a group of lascivious bandits ambushed her.

The bandits had easily captured her and stripped off her clothes with lust radiating from their eyes.

She had pleaded with them not to hurt her. She tried to bargain with them and screamed that her family would give them a lot of money if they handed her over, but they didn't care.

All they saw was her body.

That's when He appeared.

He appeared out of nowhere and instantly decapitated the person on top of her with a long sword.

His small stature, combined with his baby face, made him look around her age.

His movements weren't flashy like she was used to seeing by nobles, but they were effective.

His skills put the bandits to shame, and he had dispatched all the bandits in under a minute.

While she was happy the bandits were dead, she had been worried that he, too, would lust after her body like every other man.

But as he walked over to her, only sadness filled his eyes as he looked at her.

He took off his shirt and covered her nakedness with it.

When Mila looked at him, she gasped. Mila could not see a place on his chest or back that wasn't covered by a scar.

She couldn't fathom what this young man had been through in order to attain those scars and live to talk about it.

When she was wondering how to express her thanks, the teen turned to the side and, after staring into the distance for a few seconds said, "Your bodyguards will be here in a minute. It's time for me to leave."

Grabbing his hand, Mila cried, "Don't go! Please stay with me!"

It was the first time she had held a boy's hand. It was rough and calloused like it had worked all its life to fight and survive. She felt safe in its embrace, but it only lasted a moment.

He softly took Mila's hand out of his and said, "Goodbye, litt–"

"Little angel? What are you doing here?"

Like lightning bolts, the words crashed into Mila, and she raised her head to look at the source of the sound.

Seeing that it was the brat who cheated his way into the academy, she questioned with a slightly trembling voice, "What d-did you say?"

The worst headache of his life assaulted Ryan. 'Why did those words come out of my mouth? What am I talking about?' He felt as though someone was taking a jackhammer and trying to drill a hole in his skull.

Clenching his teeth to avoid screaming, he only barely heard Mila's trembling voice.

"What d-did you say?"

Taking a second to compose himself, Ryan said, "Sorry, I'm not sure what I just said," he mumbled as he squeezed his temples, trying to rid himself of the pain.

As the pain slowly died down he raised his hand and said. "I'll be there in a second," as he began walking up to the front of the stage.

Mila looked at Ryan. Her left eyebrow raised high on her forehead. Her lips pursed into a tight bunch, and her nose and forehead wrinkled clearly displaying her confusion. She detested this brat. "Why had he just called her 'little angel'? Only her blonde savior had called her that.'

'But this guy with his ugly raven black hair looks nothing like the guy who saved me.' But to be sure, she said, "Remove your shirt."

The other leaders were expecting Mila to say something after they had been "asked" not to bid for the man going by Anthony Dire. But when Mila said those words, they all looked at each other with open mouths.

The talkative auditorium instantly fell silent. All eyes were on Mila. Things were getting interesting.

Hearing the venue turn silent, Mila looked at her fellow faction leaders at the table to see if she had missed something, but what greeted her was six mouths opened in shock, staring at her.

"Why are you staring at me? What's wrong?" Mila asked, puzzled.

The other faction leaders looked at each other before the Black Tiger's leader mumbled, "You just asked him to take off his shirt?"

Looking at the Black Tiger's leader like an idiot, Mila said, "Yes, to see if his body is the same one I remember."

After taking a second to process her words, the auditorium turned into chaos as the cries of teenage girls flooded the auditorium.

On the stage, Ryan heard thousands of teenage girls scream and shriek and thought, 'Huh, guess this is what being in a group like BTS feels like,' after he remembered seeing a clip of a BTS concert.

"The Fairy Queen has had a boyfriend?!"

"Waaaaaa, my Queen! I thought you'd be mine!"

"I can't believe the Fairy Queen has been with a boy before!"

Hearing all the shouts, Mila suddenly realized what she had said, and her face turned beet red as she stammered, "That's not… We haven't…."

pAn,D a-n0ve1,c-o-m Realizing she could only double down, Mila looked at Ryan on the stage in rage and screamed, "I said take off your shirt, dammit!"

On the stage, Ryan only looked at Mila with a raised eyebrow before he slowly moved his hands down to the bottom of his shirt.

The audience fell silent as though Ryan was about to unveil a painting in a museum.

Slowly Ryan gripped the fabric of his shirt before inching it up ever so tantalizingly.

The audience fell into a trance as a stadium full of girls watched Ryan slowly strip his shirt off.

One girl who had just gotten done shouting at Mila looked at Ryan and screamed, "He's so hot!"

Suddenly the auditorium erupted once again, this time even louder with shrieks from all the girls as Ryan's carved physique was revealed.

From the girl's perspective, it looked like Ryan's body was a painting that should be unveiled at a museum. It was perfect, hyper-masculine. The lights reflected the gold tint in his unblemished skin. His shoulders were wide, a perfect compliment to his cut abdomen. His smooth muscular physique gave off a feeling of rugged charm.

Mila looked at Ryan and furrowed her brow, "I guess it really isn't him."

After Ryan was done with his strip tease, he blew a kiss to the audience.

This was met with even more shrieks as crazed teenage girls clawed at each other in their seats, clamoring, "He's mine!" "No, he's mine!"

"Quiet!" Mila yelled once she regained her composure after making sure Ryan wasn't the man she was searching for. She looked a Ryan and said, "Well I almost mistook you for someone else, but he wouldn't be so crass."

After a moment's pause, she looked to her sides and added, "It's time for the bidding. Would anyone like to bid on Mr. Dire?"

The information for Anthony Dire popped up on the hologram.

"Wait, that's him?"

"He's the cheater?"

Murmurs spread throughout the crowd as people realized that the hot man they saw in front of him was the one that was suspected of cheating by the faction head of the Golden Tridents.

The rumor had long since circulated. Since many of the students in the auditorium were people of high status, most of them heard about Anthony Dire through the school's active grapevine.

Almost everyone in the audience knew of Mila's attempt to block Anthony Dire from getting into a faction because she suspected him of using his connections to cheat on the test.

Looking at each other, the faction leaders all shook their heads and sounded out one by one,

"No bid!"

"No bid!"

"No bid!"

After the last leader sounded, Mila turned to Ryan with a smug smile and said, "Sorry, Mr. Dire, it seems that none of the faction leaders are interested in you at this time. If you try and work hard enough, there is still a chance that you can get recruited later on down the line."

Even though Mila had given every ranked member who didn't get recruited this speech, the audience felt her tone was particularly acidic when speaking to Ryan.

After no one bid on him, Ryan was escorted off stage and was led outside the auditorium.

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Outside the auditorium, Ryan looked at the building behind him in fascination. The building looked like a regular brick house on the outside, but just through those doors, the space was many times larger than it would appear outside.

Seeing Ryan's look, the guard escorting Ryan chuckled, "Guess it's your first time seeing spatial compression."

"Spatial Compression? Is it the same thing they used with the unranked recruits?" Ryan asked.

"It's all spatial related but not compression. What they used was an item called 'connected spatial doors'." The guard looked happy that she knew something Ryan wasn't aware of and didn't mind showing off her knowledge.

"Some of the doors are connected on campus, and the owner of the door can select where anyone who enters that door will go as long as it's through another connecting door."

"Some students even have rooms that are connected to the network."

"But don't get your hopes up," the guard interacted as she saw the hopeful look on Ryan's face, "Only the top 100 ranked cultivators and top 10 enhancers get special privileges like that."

However, the hopeful look on Ryan's face didn't fade as he asked, "How do rankings work?"

The guard thought for a second, then realized that she was still standing outside the auditorium talking to a recruit, "I've already spent enough time away from my post. Go to the slave house on 5th street to pick out your two slaves, they will tell you all about the academy."

Ryan wanted to ask where 5th street was, but before he could say anything, the guard was already back inside the auditorium.

"Guess I'll find my own way around," Ryan muttered as he headed off to find some slaves.

Today was Emily's first day at the Military academy. Unlike enhancers, which would have soldiers show up on their doorstep to drag them to the academy if they were commoners, female nobles, were given a letter in the mail and told to appear.

Cultivators were given a lot better treatment. They didn't have to go through testing and would only get evaluated after their first few months in the academy.

Although every cultivator/enchancer was technically required to serve for five years at the age of 18, nobles could get out of it. But Emily's family believed in service.

They were told when and where to meet for orientation on the campus years in advance and were provided transportation free of charge to the academy if they desired.

Emily's day had started off splendidly. She had lived in the capital all her life and was spoiled rotten by her parents and older sisters but was never allowed outside to play.

Emily had three older sisters who were alumni of the academy, so in her younger years, she had been to various events at the academy.

They had told her about their academy adventures and how much freedom they enjoyed.

Emily had craved that freedom for so long that when she finally got the chance to leave her family's estate, she insisted she be allowed to fly to the academy.

She had made a big show in front of her parents, claiming that she had memorized the roadmap to the academy and that it would only take her 15 minutes to fly on her sword to the academy, but who would have thought that she had gotten lost?

Her parents had sent bodyguards with her, of course, but she didn't want to ask them for directions out of spite after making such a big scene.

After flying around for two hours, she finally managed to stumble onto the academy gates. The only problem was that she was over an hour late.

Orientation for first years started off in the auditorium, students called it the "cherry picker event".

They could arrive anytime, from dusk to the start time, and sit down and mingle with their classmates while the enhancers sat waiting backstage.

While Emily had wanted to go early to mingle with people, her family insisted she observes noble protocol and only arrive when the main event started.

As nobles always put protocols about their own feelings, Emily had to obey.

But now she was even late for the main event! She felt so disgruntled that when she got through the gates and left her bodyguards, she sat on a bench and started crying.

As Ryan wandered around the campus, he suddenly noticed a girl softly crying on a bench.

She had light green neon hair and a green sundress that matched perfectly with her hair.

He had seen others meandering around the campus, but every time he looked at one of them and started to approach, he felt a hostile aura surround the person.

As he approached, this girl gave off no such aura, so it seemed she was allowing him to approach or didn't notice him.

He didn't know etiquette at the academy, but since he wasn't a trained warrior, the hostility he felt should be a deterrent mechanism.

'Besides, what could I have already done to warrant such hostility from everyone?'

Now that he was close enough, Ryan could tell she looked much younger than the other people he had seen.

Although she had a rather flat chest, he didn't discriminate. His oath to free every breast wouldn't be neglected on account of such a minute detail.

Sitting beside her, he said, "What causes a girl as beautiful as you to cry on a day as gorgeous as this?"

It was a cheesy line, Ryan admitted, but the girl looked young and naïve, so he hoped she would see it as his normal appraisal.

Seeing the girl look over at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, he knew it had worked.

'Man, Ryan, you're on a roll today,' mentally fist bumping himself, he continued his white knight act.

Reaching over and clearing a tear off her cheek, he said, "These don't belong on a princess like you."

Emily's face turned scarlet as she weakly squeaked, "I was late for orientation today… I was afraid of having no friends."

Emily didn't know why she told this stranger about her problems, but she felt as though she could trust him.

She looked into his emerald green eyes and was instantaneously mesmerized.

Oh, how she loved the color green. She had been overly infatuated with the color since birth, and seeing such beautiful green eyes made her almost fall in love.

The caring look in his eyes made her problems feel a thousand miles away.

After hearing Ryan's cough, she realized she had been staring at a man's eyes for over ten seconds, and her cheeks turned an even darker shade of crimson.

Adverting her eyes, she stammered, "B-But I'll be okay; you don't have to worry."

"Nonsense, I know where the auditorium is and the guard that works there. She'll be able to help you get in, even if you're late."

Emily raised her widened eyes and started at Ryan like he was her savior.

Grabbing Emily's hand, Ryan yanked her off the bench and headed to the auditorium.

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Georgia was a third-year student at the academy and had signed up for a shift to guard the cherry-picking ceremony at the auditorium today.

She had been having a good day until that brat had shown up and made her get fined for "relaxing while on duty".

Trying to be a good up upperclassman, she had helped a new enhancer with his questions. But what was she rewarded with? A big olé' fine.

She couldn't take her hate out on the military, and she sure as heck wasn't going to blame herself, so the only logical option left was the brat who dared to ask questions to a superior.

Georgia was daydreaming about tying him up and flaying him alive when the man appeared right in front of her eyes!

About to fly into a rage, Georgia abruptly stopped her movements, seeing the person whose hand he was holding.

She looked like a small girl on the outside, but Georgia couldn't help but tremble when she recognized the pin on her dress.

"You must be young Miss Emily! We're so glad you could make it. Please allow me to escort you inside."

When she had taken this job, she had been instructed to be on the lookout for the daughter of Duke Vanroth and treat her with the utmost respect.

Letting go of her hand, Ryan whispered something into Emily's ear and walked away.

Georgia thanked her lucky stars she didn't try anything when she saw the brat, although she wondered how someone like him knew the duke's favorite daughter.

Ryan left Emily in a very happy mood. He had gained a lot from his talk with Emily and had made great progress in getting close to her.

Ryan knew right away from the looks people were giving them that Emily was someone important.

He memorized the pin she had on, which seemed to signify what house they belonged to.

Marcus had worn one, but his just said Montgomery, while Emile's had a bow with three arrows loaded on the string.

From what he had gathered, Emily would fit into groups 1, 2, and 4. Group 3 was also possible due to her important identity, but the girl was clueless.

1. Helpful with money/items

2. Helpful with power

3. Helpful with information

4. Helpful with loyalty

He was delighted that he had gotten close to a quadruple group maiden on his first day in this new world.

While talking with Emily, he not only found out where the slave house was located but also learned a lot about the differences between cultivators and enhancers in the academy.

For instance, the number of cultivators to enhancers on campus was 1000 to 1. However, a cultivation class would start every year, but an enhancer class only started every 5th year.

The enhancer would have to wait until the next class started after turning 18 to begin their required military service.

But that didn't mean everyone left after five years at the academy.

Many chose to continue in the military, but a majority of cultivators and enhancers chose private companies like the Dawn Pavilion to work for after completing their five years here.

Ryan had been confused as to why the military would even require military service if they were giving free training and just watching people leave. Still, Emily explained that it was because while a majority of people chose to leave, almost 30% of people chose to stay.

That's 30% of the entire population base that can cultivate or is an enhancer.

That 30% would be a lot lower than not if not for the academy. Also, the four great empires had signed a heavenly contract that forbids forcing their citizens to fight for their empire except in times of war, so they couldn't even if they wanted to.

Smiling happily, Ryan made his way to the slave house and entered inside.

Ryan thought this place would stink, and everyone inside would be a creepy old man who lusted after the girls or slaves who looked lifeless, but Ryan saw neither.

When he entered, he smelled the fresh scent of pears wafting in from a table in the lounge area.

This building was also spatially contracted, and the room he entered looked like the entrance to a casino.

Bright red carpets covered the floors, and smiling attendants could be seen walking to-and-fro.

Chandeliers hung down from the ceiling with bright crystals reflecting the light seemingly coming from everywhere.

Ryan couldn't see any lights, but everywhere was somehow bright. He just put it in the "new world magic" category and told himself to worry about it later.

Ryan was about 10 feet away from the front desk when the receptionist put on a big smile and asked, "What a cute face you have! The girls will be dying for you to take them home. You're a new freshie, right?"

Ryan instantly felt she was a good first target for starting his new group three on Ravier. Helpful with information, and maybe group 5 if he got a better look.

"What if I want to take you home?" Ryan asked, formulating a plan in his mind.

The woman's smile widened into an O as her mouth was big enough to fit a fist. Something he might put to the test later...

"Well…" biting her lip, she seemed to be considering Ryan's proposal when a burly man walked over and said, "Mistress Elena wishes to see him."

Surprised, the receptionist turned to Ryan with a quizzical gaze, "She always takes the best ones, doesn't she!"

Ryan wasn't sure who this Mistress Elena was, but from the sound of it, he would soon find out.

Following the brawny man through a door, Ryan felt a subtle force move him and knew he had walked through a spatial door.

Behind the desk sat a lady with a red veil over her face and two girls with white veils covering their own faces standing behind her.

The lady with the red veil wore a very revealing black dress with a pink bra peeking out of her profoundly accentuated bosom area.

Looking at the breasts, Ryan wondered if there was some magic at play as he felt a magnetic force in his eyes guiding them toward the two mounds.

The ladies behind her wore maid uniforms, but the uniforms seemed to be purposely several sizes too big which caused them to look baggy, making their body shape relatively hard to distinguish.

They also wore a bonnet covering their hair, which seemed odd and out of place.

The veils had special magic properties that didn't allow people to view their faces unless consent was given.

Ryan instinctually felt that if he willed it, he could see any of their faces, but he would be discovered in doing so.

Ryan once again recounted his teachings with Aliza,

"Never let your hand be discovered. Whoever has more information gets to decide the rules of the game."

"Never trade a secret for a secret. There is only one of you, but everyone else is your enemy."

"Always remember, silence is only bad if you're the first to break it."

Like a mantra in his mind, he replayed her teachings as he looked at the trio in silence.

The silence lasted upwards of a minute before the presumed Mistress Elena spoke, "I must say I'm surprised."

"It's your first day, and you're already so… popular."

Ryan kept silent while waiting for Mistress Elena to play her hand.

The silence Aliza taught him about did not just apply to the lack of noise, no. It applied to anything that didn't give information.

Mistress Elena sighed after seeing Ryan keep his cool and motioned behind her.

"The reason I called you here is for these two."

Seeing Ryan's placid stare, Mistress Elena twitched her eyelid in frustration and thought, 'Although the rumors say he cheated to get a good score, he's at least got some brains up there. Perhaps he could be useful...'

"As the first place contestant of the class of 415, instead of getting one slave, you get to take home two."

"All you have to do is place your hand on their slave mark, and I will transfer them over to you."

Since coming in here, Ryan had a stoic expression but hearing the words from Mistress Elena, his lips couldn't help but break out into a grin.

"Mistress Elena, I presume?"

Taken aback, Elena slowly nodded. Just what was this man playing at?

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mistress Elena," Ryan said, bowing. "But the first time I meet someone, I usually don't try and swindle them."

"Usually makes for a bad first impression." Lowing his tone, Ryan's smile turned into a frown, and he unconsciously released his battle aura.

In the eyes of the three women, when Ryan unleashed his aura, he turned from a smiling young man to a beast of slaughter.

Mistress Elena's eyes widened, and she instinctively pressed the panic button under the desk.

A moment later, a female guard came through the door with an axe in her hand as she looked around the room for the reason for the alarm.

But the moment the door opened, Ryan's focus shifted, and the aura that Ryan somehow conjured disappeared, leaving both him and the three women baffled at what had just happened.

After the guard didn't see or sense anything amiss, she turned to Mistress Elena, "What's the problem, Mistress?"

Elena hesitatingly looked at Ryan before saying, "Sorry, accidentally pressed it."

The guard looked at Elena, confused as the button required the user to mean to press the alarm, but she didn't sense any lie in Mistress' voice, so bowing, she left the room.

After the guard left, Ryan turned towards Elena and said, "Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't walk out of this room right now and go pick two slaves from the pool of trained ones like I'm authorized to?"

Hearing this, Elena rubbed her forehead and said, "It's not exactly what you think…."

Seeing Ryan turn towards the door, Elena says, "They are trained! It's just…."

As her voice trailed off and she stopped talking, Ryan continued towards the door and was reaching for the handle when he heard a soft and tearful voice cry, "Wait, please!"

Ryan's body jolted, and he stopped.

He remembered a voice like that.

His voice.

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Ryan walked along an Ally on the west side of LA.

Ryan had been homeless for upwards of 2 years now after running away from the many foster homes the state had tried to imprison him in.

Out here, he felt free, but freedom came with a heavy price.

He clutched his stomach as he felt the glass shards from the bottle the drunken bastard had hit him with, was now lodged in his side.

He pulled his hand up to inspect it, only to see his hand covered in red.

Ryan sighed and sat down, his back against the cold ally wall.

He was tired. So very tired.

Ryan knew that he should get up and call for help. But even if he called, who would care?

Everyone only cared about themselves.

But that's when he saw something, a random silhouette passed by the ally, and grasping onto hope, in a last-ditched effort to survive, he cried, "Wait, please!"

He saw a woman's silhouette enter the ally's entrance, and then everything went black.

Ryan stood frozen by the door for several seconds before he turned around and looked at the speaker of the voice.

She was one of the two girls in white veils. She had pressed her head against the floor, and although she wasn't crying, she was shaking. Ryan assumed it was from fear.

Sighing, Ryan looked at the other girl in the white veil, but she only bowed low in response.

Looking at Elena, Ryan felt that the situation had shifted. He was letting his emotions get to him, which was something Aliza had peppered him time and time again to make sure it never happened.

Attempting to get things back under his control, he asked, "You said they were trained. Why aren't they with the others, then? Why have you attempted to trick me into claiming them?"

Mistress Elena looked at Ryan, then at the girls, then back at Ryan before sighing. "Lizzy and Izzy are sisters who came into my care about a year ago."

"Lizzy here," pointing to the kneeling girl, "Is blind."

"While Izzy," pointing to the still bowing girl, "Is mute."

"An unfortunate turn of events forced my hand," She said, glancing at the duo, "And I had to put these girls into the enhancer slave pool."

"Usually, this meant they would be split up, but the winner gets to take home two."

Ryan nodded. Everything Elena said was reasonable and made sense… except for one thing.

"Then why did you feel the need to trick me? You can't be so uninformed that you'd think I wouldn't know about what the winner would get?"

"Surely a better strategy would have been to simply lay your cards on the table and offer something extra in exchange. If that is, you really need to keep these two together."

Ryan had heard about the winner getting to take two slaves from multiple recruits, Emily and the guard.

And choosing your own slave was basically all the recruits were blabbing about in the end.

Power was something males craved but rarely got the chance to get. So when the recruits were given the power to choose their own slave, it really got their blood flowing.

pA n,dan(-)0ve1.c0m Mistress Elena looked up at the ceiling and sighed, "It's because of a clause in their contract."

Ryan's unease after getting emotional finally went away as he had found the missing piece of the puzzle.

Ryan knew that a slave's contract stated what their master could and couldn't do. But it also stated a plethora of other things. For example, whoever created the contract could set clauses for future owners, such as pay, living expenses, time off, or anything else the creator wanted.

Every paid slave had such clauses, while the fallen slaves usually didn't have such things as the owners were required by law to do a bare minimum.

Ryan knew that all the slaves the enhancers would be getting were fallen slaves, so he was surprised that the duo had clauses, but it now made perfect sense why the Mistress tried to trick him into claiming these slaves.

"What are the clauses?" Ryan was intrigued, and since the Mistress seemed like she wanted the girls to go together, Ryan might be able to strike a deal if the terms were right.

As Aliza always loved to say, "Ryan, both sex and deals are great. But with your stamina, deals last much longer."

Elena looked hopefully at Ryan before motioning Lizzy and Izzy towards her before she held their right hands, and a sigil appeared on the back of their hands.

Then Ryan saw a transparent screen above the sigil that seemed to hover in mid-air.

It read:

[Slave Contract]

[Owner: Kheaweth Empire]

[Slave: Lizzy]

[Slave Type: Fallen Slave]

[Term Remaining: 37 Years]

[Clauses: Next owner will take the slave for the remainder of their term, the owner is not to see the face or body of the slave until after the contract is signed.]

Lizzy's and Izzy's screens were identical apart from their names, and everything seemed normal until Ryan got to the two clauses.

While it would be off-putting, either clause by itself wouldn't be to the point where it would cause a headache.

In the case of the first clause, the owner could transfer the slave, they would just have to get someone else to sign that same clause.

And that would be simple as long as the slave was beautiful. But the second clause made it impossible to know what the slave looked like beforehand.

Meaning, if the slave were ugly, they would be stuck with that slave for 37 years.

Being stuck with an unwanted slave was a big problem on this strange planet, Ravier, as one could only own many slaves, depending on rank.

Slaves were limited to 3 before getting your heavenly screen and multiplied by three for every cultivation rank and two for enhancer rank.

For an E-Rank enhancer, you could have up to 6 slaves. D-Rank up to 12, C-Rank 24, and so on and so forth.

But each rank was a colossal leap and could take decades to advance even to E-Rank, which meant that if Ryan claimed these two slaves, he could only get one more in the next 10ish years if he advanced at an above-average pace.

Paired with this, these were only fallen, slaves. Any resources or time he used to build up these slaves or teach them anything would eventually be lost as they would be free eventually.

Seeing Ryan's gloomy look, Elena said, "This is the reason. Now all my cards are on the table."

Thinking for a moment, Ryan said, "As my teacher once said, 'even if all the cards are dealt, there are still other decks.'"

Hearing Ryan's reply, Elena's eyebrows raised in understanding. He was looking for a deal.

But while she did feel bad for the girls, she had lived on Ravier for too long not to know the truth of this world.

It wasn't a place one could afford to care for others before themselves, lest they be swallowed up with them.

Still, she would try her best, saying, "I know you must be worried about their looks, but they are very beautiful."

"Also, 37 years is the longest term in this year's batch. If you end up selling them later, you can make a lot of profit!"

Ryan stared at the woman as if she was an idiot. After her just attempt to swindle him, would he really believe her?

Seemingly aware, Izzy tugged at her sister's clothes and seemed to be communicating with her.

After a few seconds, Lizzy looked toward her sister in shock. After frantic whispers and inaudible communication by the duo, Lizzy sighed in defeat. She said, "If you take us on as slaves, we'll swear the oath of eternal servitude if you can cure our conditions within our term."

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Elena had been confused about what the girls were whispering about, but when Lizzy said they said they would say the oath of eternal servitude, she gasped in horror.

The oath of eternal servitude was to become a death slave.

Death slaves were the rarest and most sought-after slaves out there.

But after becoming a death slave, your life was the property of the owner for eternity.

He could kill you, torture you, and nobody would be able to say a thing.

On top of that, in order to swear the oath, one of the parties had to be a cultivator with a heavenly screen.

For a female to swear to become a man's death slave was something considered far worse than death.

Since one had to swear the oath of eternal servitude voluntarily, it happened so rarely that there had been only a handful in the past millennia that Elena had even heard about.

Even male death slaves were so rare that Elena only knew of 20 families having such slaves.

To become a death slave, you had to have extreme faith and love for the master. Or be in such a desperate position that you'd be willing to give up your life for whatever they provided for that position.

"Lizzy, you can't be serious! It's not worth giving up your life to stay together. It's only 37 years. You can make it apart."

Elena tried to persuade the duo, but Izzy resolutely looked Elena in the eye and shook her head.

Her mind was made up.

Ryan was flabbergasted at the turn of events.

He had been disappointed that Elena didn't want to give anything for him taking the duo, but when the girl made him that offer, he felt it was too good to be true.

Replaying her words in his mind, he found the problem, conditions.

He didn't know what conditions these girls were talking about, but he doubted it would be as simple as blindness and being mute as those could be cured with a few expensive pills.

Nothing worth throwing your life away for, still Ryan felt it was worth the risk.

Even if he couldn't cure the two girls, worst case scenario, they were ugly, and he could just buy some pills to make them prettier.

It didn't turn one into a smoke show he had heard, but it would cure the uglies.

Of course, this was by Ravier's standards. As on earth, this pill would sell for millions and make someone a star instantly.

Looking at the girl, Ryan said, "Then it shall be so," and inserted his will into the master's sigil.

He noticed the wristband that he had gotten on the chair in the auditorium vibrate and a screen projected into mid-air.

[This slave is claimable. Would you like to claim them?]

[Yes/No]

Selecting yes, Ryan felt his mind establish a connection with the slave seal on Lizzy… or was this Izzy?

Anyway, it didn't matter.

He resolutely walked over to the other and repeated the process.

After his wristband vibrated and two messages popped up.

[No more slave credits remaining]

[Chamber 117A has been prepared for you]

After receiving the messages, he still didn't uncover the veils to look at the girls yet.

He wanted to do it in private but also convey the message to the two that he wasn't anxious to see what they looked like.

He could see them both fidgeting waiting for his command, but he recalled Aliza's wise words.

"If a girl wants you to do something but won't ask you to do it, force her to squirm and beg for it."

"That way, she'll learn that only after begging does a good girl get a treat."

Ryan had been hesitant at first to follow Aliza's teachings, but after spending so many years under her tutelage, he knew everything she said worked.

Smiling for the first time since Ryan walked into the room, Mistress Elena asked, "Would you like me to send you to the dorms directly? Or would you like to walk?"

Only thinking about it for a moment, Ryan replied, "We'll walk."

Outside the slave house, Ryan meandered through the walkways with an inscrutable expression on his face.

He was followed by two girls in white veils clasping hands as they trotted behind him.

Ryan took in the goings-on while a silent struggle was going on inside his mind.

Ever since he had the immense headache in the auditorium, Ryan felt as though some sort of dam inside his head was leaking and but the contents of the dam weren't water; it was memories.

Ryan had tried to suppress the dam until he could get to his dorm, but he miscalculated.

He thought that he would have enough time even if they walked, but as he was walking, he saw a girl out of the corner of his eye sitting on a bench.

There was nothing special about her. She wore plain clothes and looked like she was fiddling with her bracelet.

But when Ryan looked at her, he felt the unmistakable feeling of dread well up in the pit of his stomach.

His instincts were telling him to run, that a monster was sitting right in front of him, and he was its favorite prey.

Along with the feeling of dread, the dam that had been slowly leaking a moment ago turned into a torrent as the defenses Ryan had tried to erect to slow the leakage were broken the moment the torrent touched them, and he dropped to the ground unconscious.

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In room 36A of the cultivator dormitory, a picturesque scene was taking place.

An Ice Cold beauty sat with her legs crossed on a bed as she looked at her two servants kneeling before her.

"Can you please repeat what you just said to me? I must be hard of hearing, for surely you didn't say that you couldn't find him?" The lady said as she re-crossed her legs, exposing her thighs for the briefest of seconds before they were once more covered.

The two female servants on the ground trembled in fear as they both lowered their heads to the ground while the one on the right said, "La-ady Frost, the records show that no man named Ryan was recruited this year."

Hearing the servant call her Frost, the lady planted her heel on the servant's head and said, "I told you to call me Lady Mara," Mara said as she ground her heel against the female's head, "Do you understand?"

Showing an expression between pain and delight, the servant squeaked out, "Yes, Lady Mara."

While the other servant was looking at her compatriot with a twinge of jealousy in her eyes, she said, "Maybe he used a fake name? Although if he did, he must not have known who you were, Lady Mara, as no one would lie to the infamous Frost Queen's face."

Only coldly snorting, Mara got up, removing her foot from her servant's head as she said, "Find him. And don't come back until you do."

Valeria lay on her bed in the teacher's dormitory as she used her heavenly screen to access the teacher's database.

For the last 30 minutes, she had been scrolling through the list of recruits to find the name of the miscreant that had caused her to be unable to sleep.

His expressionless face as he teased her with his eyes and words replayed through her mind in a loop that she couldn't escape from.

She huffed in frustration as she just couldn't find him!

She was sure she had looked through all the names on the list, but none of the pictures matched his.

She decided she would start with the letter A one last time, and if she couldn't find him by going through again until the letter Z, she would stop.

She was clicking one by one when she suddenly paused.

"Anthony Dire… we have an orphan this year?" As the main liaison between the enhancers and the teachers, it was her duty to know of any outliers that might need special attention.

The teachers at the academy weren't divided into enhancer teachers and cultivation teachers. Rather, some cultivation teachers taught the enhancers on their days without classes.

The course for an enhancer didn't have to do with technical skills, rather, it had to do with knowledge related to enhancers.

How to advance on the path of being an enhancer, and what pills or plants would help you in certain circumstances, for instance.

pAnD Enhancers only had class once a week, so the main part of her liaison job was to coordinate when and where the enhancers were needed.

Enhancers were at the academy to 'enhance'. Since they couldn't access the BCN, their only choice was to do it in person.

Her job was to get them some of those chances.

On the days they weren't in class, they would have one scheduled "appointment" with a particular class.

The teacher would either instruct them who to go with, usually the person who scored first on the latest test. Or if that person rejected going with the enhancer, the enhancer would get to decide.

Outliers like orphans might need more time to adjust to their environment before they engage in such a public spectacle, such as publicly choosing a partner.

But she had read the briefing on this year's students, they shouldn't have an orphan.

Clicking on the name Valeria looked at her screen in puzzlement.

While the other students had their picture, date of birth, hometown, and even specific measurements… Anthony Dire's page was completely bare. Not even his picture was on the file.

Recalling the earlier conversation with her superiors, she was told to give "this one" her full support in secret and not to hinder him in any way, after being shown a photo of the man she had met earlier.

That had been the reason for her unease when interacting with Ryan.

Who was this boy to not only demand she does not hinder him but give him her full support?

Not even a Duke's child would receive such treatment!

Looking at the blank page again, Valeria's mind replayed the scene of him ignoring her rank as he teased her with her eyes.

His thick muscles contained just below his clothes as he got up and grabbed her by the back of the head, pulling her hair back.

He pressed her down on the floor in front of all those recruits as he sadistically grinned, tearing off her top as she squirmed beneath him.

Valeria slipped her fingers inside her pants down to her panties only to plunge two fingers inside her sopping-wet pussy.

Sloshing sounds filled her room as she continued her fantasy.

In her mind, Ryan ravaged her in front of all the recruits as his emerald gaze held her locked in its embrace.

He towered above her, his thick rod piercing her, taking her in any way it pleased. His animalistic grunts and growls sent shivers down her spine as she imagined just what it would be like to be his. A man's toy, used in front of so many of her students.

Her fingers quickened their voyage to paradise, as on her bed, Valeria's breathing was only coming in short, shallow bursts as she moaned in ecstasy.

In her fantasy, Ryan was calling her all sorts of disgusting, filthy things in front of so many of her lessers… but that just made her go faster.

"AHHHH!" Screaming, Valeria plunged her fingers in one last time as her back arched and her toes curled as juices spurted out of her pussy, soaking her panties and leaking into her pants.

As Valeria lay panting on the bed, soaked in her own juices. She wondered just what was happening to her. Why had she had these fantasies? Why was she constantly thinking about him?

Feeling drowsiness take her over, she swore she would find him just… in the morning.

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Ryan felt as if he was floating in a dense fog. His senses were muffled, and his thoughts felt covered in tar.

He couldn't remember what he had been doing earlier or where he was.

Looking around, Ryan seemed to be in a dark room, strapped to a chair. He heard footsteps echoing eerily outside the door.

Ryan felt that he had been here before like he was experiencing deja vu as Ryan tried to remember what this place was.

The footsteps got right up to the entrance before a loud creek signaled the opening of the door.

Ryan tried to move his head but felt that it, too, was strapped down.

The dim light from outside the door streamed inside only for a moment, but what lit up made Ryan shiver.

The walls of the room were rimmed with dried red blood. Looking at the dried blood Ryan felt the urge to vomit, but nothing came out.

The door closed, and a holographic screen appeared in front of Ryan as he read the flashing words on the screen.

"Obey"

"Forget"

"Obey"

"Forget"

On a loop, these words flashed by, with the words resonating in his mind.

He sensed time pass by, but he couldn't be sure how long the loop had been played. A day, a week? He wasn't sure, as all he saw were the words on the screen.

The words kept playing, and Ryan kept watching until he left just as abruptly as Ryan came.

Waking up, Ryan felt the same dense fog around him. His thoughts were still damped, but as he looked around his new environment, he saw something strange.

Ryan saw a younger version of himself and the girl he saw before he passed out.

Wait, he had passed out!

Ryan suddenly could remember what he had been doing before, and like a flood, the past day's events came rushing at him.

He remembered dying and coming to a strange new world. He remembered his test and losing control of his body as he ravaged that girl.

He remembered accepting a deal with those two girls and then…

Turning towards the girl in the fog, he saw her looking at the younger him.

What were these? Dreams? Memories? Whatever he saw, he felt it was pivotal to getting the answers he wanted about his past.

The girl turned towards the slightly younger Ryan sitting in a chair reading a book.

The girl whispered something into Ryan's ear, and the book he had been holding fell to the ground.

Ryan looked at the 'him' as the feeling of dread welled up in his stomach again.

The Ryan in the memory looked like he was a zombie, his eyes glazing over.

Once his eyes were fully glazed over, the girl asked, "What is your name?"

"Anthony Dire."

"Who is your family?"

"I don't remember."

"What do you remember?"

"I remember…"

As the question was asked, the glazed look in the boy's eyes turned clear for a second, and the girl immediately stuck a needle in his arm, making the boy fall unconscious.

"Looks like we'll have to try again tomorrow." Murmured the girl as the real Ryan felt his consciousness fade once again.

Ryan awoke lying on a comfortable bed. He stretched his limbs, feeling as if he had just taken the best nap of his life.

His limbs were rather sore, but he still felt refreshed, his mind as clear as ever.

He could vividly remember everything that happened in the dreams and the events that led up to him becoming unconscious.

His mind was, in fact, working so well that Ryan noticed that his brain power seemed to have improved as well.

He was so caught up in his new-found brain capabilities that he almost missed the bright red exclamation mark in the top right of his vision flashing.

After a brief thought about it opening, Ryan saw a screen pop up similar to a hologram in front of his face.

[The Heavens greet all those who are worthy]

As the message appeared, a trumpet's resounding call echoed throughout his room.

Stunned by the blaring noise, he jolted out of bed as the door to his bedroom flew open.

Staring at the two intruders, Ryan instinctively activated his powers but held back at the last moment recognizing their white veils.

Calming his beating heart, he suddenly jolted like he was struck by lightning. He had used his powers!

He felt energy flowing through his veins, and though he couldn't manipulate it, it seemed to be flowing automatically.

He couldn't explain how he knew what to do, only that he could do it.

It was like asking a professional athlete how they kick the ball so well or how they throw a ball so accurately.

For a lot of them, they couldn't tell you, only show you. The same was true for Ryan's powers.

He felt that he had learned it at one point and had gotten so good at it that he had ingrained it into his reflexes.

Although he didn't remember what he had learned, his reflexes still existed.

The two servants observed their new master with both fear and awe. They were both cultivators, and they knew what that trumpet call meant, but what they witnessed, they couldn't comprehend.

This was a man, a man! There had never been a male cultivator on Ravier, not in the hundreds of thousands of years since the heavens came to this jaded planet!

Yet how could they mistake this for anything else?

Their minds tried to come up with a reasonable explanation, but the only one they could think of was that this wasn't a man at all.

Two pairs of eyes wandered downward… past Ryan's chest… past his abdomen…

Ryan, currently lost in his exploration of the power coursing through him, felt a shiver down the back of his spine.

His head looked up as he felt two pairs of eyes on him.

He could only make out the sister's face from the nose down, so he couldn't tell where their eyes were looking, but as he saw their posture and head angle…

Ryan glanced down at his pants, thankful he wasn't rocking a hard-on.

But what were they looking at?

Wasn't Lizzy blind? Why was she staring? What was she staring with?

Glancing back up at the duo, he saw two pursed lips and two heads shaking in sadness.

Ryan didn't know what was going on, but it felt like it was an attack against his masculinity in some fashion.

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Quickly shooing the sisters out of the room, Ryan told them to get food at the campus store.

When they said they had food, he told them he wanted to eat chicken specifically.

When Izzy ran to the kitchen and produced a frozen chicken, he glared at them, and they finally got the message, leaving the room.

Pulling up his heavenly screen for the first time, Ryan couldn't contain his excitement as his hands were shaking in anticipation.

[Status(!), Allegiance, Quests(!)]

Seeing the three tabs, his brows raised in surprise. Valery had said that they would get two tabs when they first ranked up to an E-Rank Enhancer, but maybe it was because he was also a cultivator.

Selecting status first, he saw his screen open, and his eyes widened, and he opened his mouth as his jaw dropped.

[Name: Anthony Dire]

[Age: 18]

[Gender: Male]

[Race: F-Rank Human]

[Cultivation Rank: F-Rank]

[Enhancer Rank: F-Rank]

[Talents: (F-Rank Upgradable) Blood of the Overlord]

[Heavenly Credits: 0]

"Are you fucking kidding me!" In outrage, Ryan screamed and punched a hole in the wall, or at least he tried.

Even with his power flowing to his fist, he heard cracking sounds when his knuckles came into contact with the wall, and he howled, "Fuck! Fuck! That Fucking hurt!"

Shaking his fist, he looked back at the wall and found his first worthy opponent in this new world... a wall.

After getting some ice to put on his fist, Ryan cooled his first and raging emotions.

He was enraged because his name was Anthony Dire on the heavenly screen.

How did that make sense?

The "All-powerful" heavens couldn't even tell him his birth name?

He couldn't actually be an orphan in this life, too, right?

He suddenly felt the fear and loneliness he once left behind in his past life creep back into his soul.

In his previous life on earth, he had been on the verge of death before he met someone he could call family.

He couldn't let such a thing happen twice.

He had been hoping to find his name and track down his family to get a better grasp of his background and what those visions meant.

But it looked like it wouldn't be so easy.

Bringing up his status screen for the second time, he looked at the rest of the info, as he had instantly gone ballistic when he saw the first line.

[Name: Anthony Dire]

[Age: 18]

[Gender: Male]

[Race: F-Rank Human]

[Cultivation Rank: F-Rank]

[Enhancer Rank: F-Rank]

[Talents: (F-Rank Upgradable) Blood of the Overlord]

[Heavenly Credits: 0]

"Looks like I somehow got F-Rank in both cultivation and enhancer but… how is that possible?"

Ryan couldn't understand how he got F-Rank in both, but that's when his eyes fell on his talent.

"Blood of the Overlord?" What an imposing name, and it's upgradable.

Looks like he would have to do some research into what talents were, as well as how he somehow upgraded at least his cultivation rank in his sleep.

He felt the power inside him was at least 20% bigger than when he had inspected it the first day he arrived in Ravier.

First day… wait, what day was it?

Ryan felt through his inner clock that at least a day had passed, but that meant that he had missed the first day at the academy.

He opened the door to his bedroom but was greeted by two figures standing in the doorway, their fists raised as if they were ready to knock.

Ryan looked at the two girls sitting across from him at his dorm room's dining room table.

Apparently, the little bedroom stocked with its own fridge and kitchen wasn't his whole room but a spare bedroom on the first floor.

Lizzy had explained that after he had fallen unconscious, they had carried him back to the slave house and had Mistress Elena transport them to the male dormitories.

Ryan was displeased that he was in such a vulnerable position in front of that woman, but he guessed it was better than having the two carry him through the whole campus.

After they got back to the dorm, they tried several methods to wake him up, but nothing worked.

They were about to go to the teachers after he hadn't awakened for three days, but Lieutenant Valeria came to check why he wasn't attending classes.

After checking, she left, saying to inform her when he woke up.

Day after day came and went, and three weeks passed. They had been worried that he might never wake up until they heard that trumpet's call…

Ever since Lizzy brought up the trumpet call, the atmosphere had changed, and the three sat in silence, eating the chicken the sisters had made.

Disregarding everything else, this chicken was something special. He didn't know which of them cooked it, but he would definitely be requesting more meals from them.

However, the taste of the food couldn't make up for the fact that he had missed the first three weeks at the academy.

He didn't know what he had missed as the girls said they had stayed inside waiting for him to wake up, besides the regular visits to the campus store for food.

Ryan looked at the duo with a contemplating gaze. They still wore their veils, but they had put on regular maid outfits that showed off their amazing figures.

The fabric hugged their amazingly bountiful bosoms and lean stomachs.

The hair that a bonnet had hidden in the slave house was uncovered, and the duo, who looked identical in every other way he could see, varied in hair color.

Lizzy (blind) had light ocean-blue hair. It was partially braided, but Ryan could tell that if she let it loose, it would easily fall below her shoulders.

Izzy (mute) had flaming red hair she wore proudly as it flowed downward behind her back.

Ever since he had laid eyes on them, he felt the same sensation he had experienced back when he was with the Ice Queen, the hunger to conquer.

He felt that urge to conquer in his veins, the need to have them pinned below him.

Ryan had been able to control it thus far, but he felt he was slowly losing control.

"Lizzy, Izzy," Ryan said, gaining the attention of the sisters.

"You should leave the room. I'm not feeling quite right at this moment." The pain in his voice was evident as he was slightly clenching his teeth while averting his gaze from the two.

His thoughts were becoming more about lust, the need to dominate these women and make them his.

Izzy tapped Lizzy on the shoulder a few times in their normal communication method, and after a few moments, Lizzy spoke, "Master, we can't go. If something happens again, even if we weren't at fault, Lieutenant Valeria would hold us accountable."

The urge was getting worse and worse as, with his last vestiges of control, he got up and tried to lunge for the door, hoping that distance between the girls would cool down this raging feeling.

But before he could even take two steps, the girls were already out of their chairs, and in front of him, Lizzy holding his right arm, and Izzy holding his left.

Things were about to get interesting.

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Overcome with lust, Ryan felt his thoughts invaded with desire and domination.

With no other choice left, Ryan could only give in to his feelings and turn his thoughts into actions, grabbing Izzy's ass with his left hand, pressing her body against the left side of his chest, and pinning her right arm in the process.

With his right hand, he grabbed the back of Lizzy's head and pulled her into a kiss.

Ryan pushed his tongue into Lizzy's mouth, and only after a second of hesitation did he feel Lizzy reciprocate in kind.

Izzy wasn't idle as he heard her tiny whimpers escape her otherwise silent mouth. She started to press against Ryan's hand that was fondling her ass and undo his belt's buckles with her free hand.

Ryan felt insulted. Did this slave think she was in control?

Ryan's right hand grabbed Lizzy's braid and pulled it, yanking her head back and removing her lips from his. A thin strand of saliva was the last surviving connection between their lips.

Ryan stared into the veil and growled, "Take that thing off, slave, and get on your knees."

Then he turned his sole attention to Izzy.

Izzy felt Ryan's gaze lock on her as the hand that had been groping her ass started to wander lower. His right hand came up to her veil and ripped it free, revealing her face to his lustful eyes.

Her eyes were like her hair, fiery red. Ryan saw them burning with a hot passion that blazed so seductively that he felt his body was on fire.

As their gazes locked, Izzy's body started to tremble, and her knees buckled, but Ryan held her firm and continued to stare into her eyes.

Her fiery passion called to Ryan's primal side and seemed to form a connection.

The next second, a heart-shaped black tail sprouted from her sacrum, and her eyes reddened even further.

Atop her head, twin horns budded out, and wings sprouted from her back.

Her lips which had been quivering, turned into a wide grin as she laughed, revealing fanged teeth.

"Sister, it is him! We were right! We were right! Praise Zol'gan!"

Hearing her sister's words, the kneeling Lizzy trembled and wept, "Praise Zol'gan! We weren't wrong, sister!"

But Lizzy's transformation shocked Ryan so considerably that he fell into a stupor and didn't hear what the girls were saying, as he had just regained control of his body from his primal side.

Ryan immediately revolved his energy and launched forward, propelling Lizzy to the side.

The adrenaline in his mind activated and caused him to focus solely on escape, blocking out any noise from the surroundings making the booming thunder of his heart the only sound he could hear.

Bolting for the door, Ryan leapt over a couch and onto a carpet, his bare feet causing static to build up in his hands.

Reaching the door, he grasped the handle feeling a static shock run through his hands.

Ignoring the pain, he opened the door, hoping to escape the lady demon inside.

Only to come face to face with a demon in her own right, Mara.

Mara walked through the campus with an inscrutable expression. Her high heels clattered as she strode confidently through the bustling walkway.

Before, Mara had tried to act friendly with these people, but her constitution made everything she did seem cold.

Slowly but surely, even the other nobles steered clear of her.

As she walked, she felt the gazes of her peers.

Even though she didn't have any friends, that didn't mean she wasn't admired.

On campus, she was known as the Frost Queen due to her mother being the famous Frost General, and her icy demeanor.

pA n,dan(-)0ve1.c0m She hated her mother, not only for forcing her to become part of the military but also for her famous frosty demeanor.

Her mother had a similar constitution to her and was born without being able to exude any emotions.

After she was born with a similar constitution, the empress changed their last name to Frost as this was a sign from the heavens.

Mara felt that she and her mother were the same in that regard but complete opposites in others.

Mara had never seen her mother smile at her, tell her something positive, or congratulate her.

She felt that her mother treated her as just one of her soldiers.

She gave Mara orders, and she was forced to obey them.

Mara had been too afraid to disobey any because she saw her ice-cold stare every day, but after being out of her mother's sight for over a year, she mustered up the courage and violated an order.

She had planned everything out to perfection. She had signed up for the enhancer program and was going to squeeze the enhancer dry.

Squeezing was a technique she had learned while researching the act of "sex" as the Dawn Net dubbed it.

To squeeze an enhancer, one had to capture them, tie them up, and vigorously use their body for one's own pleasure.

She was going to use it for a different purpose; however, retaliation.

She wanted to force the enhancer to ejaculate in her mouth, complete the test and then pronounce to the world that she had participated in the test and lost her virginity to this enhancer.

This would not only announce to her mother that she had disobeyed her, but it would also cause her mother great shame.

She thought her plan was foolproof until she saw him enter her room.

His aura had been so domineering that when she saw him, all her previous plans flew out the window.

She had her suspicions about something but would need further verification before she came to a firm conclusion.

In the end, she was left writhing in pleasure while he disappeared.

For the past three weeks, she had been searching for him and had even been to the enhancer's weekly class but to no avail.

But today, she found a lead. A student suddenly fell unconscious after the exam and had yet to awaken.

This was why she was currently on the way to the male dorms.

As she walked up to the big building that hosted all the non-faction male students on campus, she felt many gazes on her fixate on her next movements, wanting to confirm that she really was going inside the male dormitory.

Mara paused her movements before making a show of walking into the male's dormitory, making it known that she knew people were watching, and she didn't care.

As Mara entered, her heart started to beat faster. She had come here to teach this guy a lesson. How dare he lie to her face and just leave like that!

But the closer she got to his door, the more her heartbeat sped up and the more anxious she became.

Getting to his door, she held up her hand to knock, but her fist faltered before hitting the door.

Why was she here? What would she say to him?

As she was hesitating, the door swung open, and she came face to face with the man who had plagued her thoughts for the past three weeks, Ryan.

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As Ryan saw Mara in the door, his eyes widened in further alarm.

He just could not catch a break today.

First, he was screwed out of finding his name, he exposed his cultivation powers to his servants, and his servants turned out to be demons in disguise!

Now on top of all that, he had the Ice Queen breathing down his neck!

Ryan only delayed for a second, but that second was enough for any cultivator to catch up, Lizzy and Izzy included.

Turning around, Ryan was about to throw an attack, but he didn't see the claws of an ugly demon attacking him. Instead, he saw two girls on the ground with puffy eyes and tears running down their cheeks.

Izzy was sitting on the ground, her tail and wings on display behind her. Her maid uniform was slightly disheveled, and Ryan could see a red bra that matched the color of her eyes and hair on her right shoulder.

Lizzy was still in the same position he had ordered her to kneel in, and for the first time, he saw her face.

Her eyes, like her sister's, matched the color of her hair.

The alluring ocean-blue eyes reminded him of Mara's eyes.

Mara… swiveling back around, he saw Mara's eyes open in shock as she stared slack-jawed at Izzy.

"It's actually true," Mara muttered as she turned her gaze on Ryan, but contrary to Ryan's expectation, there was no malice in her eyes.

Instead, there was… reverence. But he had to be mistaken...

Sensing no hostility from either the sisters or Mara, Ryan slowly released his energy and looked at Izzy.

As Ryan released the tension in his body, his hearing came back to him.

"Izzy, what is this? Why can you talk now?" Ryan asked while gesturing to her transformation.

Izzy, teary-eyed and shaking, looked at Ryan with a mixture of hope, fear, and adoration.

Lizzy had scooted over to her sister and was stroking her sister's hair as she tried to calm her down. But her own face was smothered in tears as well, although a hopeful smile had appeared on her face.

Izzy shakingly got to her feet with the help of Lizzy, and as she stood, she pointed at Mara and said, "Before that, who is she?"

Hearing her not answer immediately, Ryan felt that primal side of him roar and try to break free. Ryan clearly felt that this primal side had a will of its own and that it was both urging him to take action and trying to control him at the same time.

Ryan suppressed the growing feeling of domination, and, turning to Mara, he began scrutinizing her.

Ryan didn't particularly know what was going on, but he heard the hidden meaning in Izzy's words.

'Is she on our side?' Ryan didn't know even if Izzy was on his side, but she was still his slave... at least he hoped.

Ryan had learned that the paid and fallen slave contracts weren't foolproof, and thus why heavenly contracts were so valuable.

But he didn't know how a person could get out of one, whether it was based on strength or something else.

For now, Ryan decided to side with the one not looking at him as if he was the worst human ever to exist.

Seriously, Mara's stare was intense.

Mara had recovered from her earlier shock and had her usual Icey persona on display.

She glared at the two girls and then looked back at Ryan, asking, "Who are you?"

Ryan, who had prepared himself for almost anything, faltered as the question hit him.

Did he make this girl cum so hard that she lost her memory? Was that possible?

Seeing Ryan's awestruck stare, she knew she was misunderstood.

Her constitution not only made her body language come across as cold, but also made her word choices come across in unfortunate ways.

"Your name, what is your name?" Mara said while staring at Ryan.

Inside, her heart was going a million miles an hour as she realized who Ryan was.

But on the outside, her chilly stare made Ryan defensive toward her.

Ryan heard the question, but he didn't know how to respond.

pAn,Da n0,v,e1 The first time he met Mara, he said his name was Ryan.

The heavenly screen said his name was Anthony, and he didn't even know his birth name on this planet.

The whole situation just gave Ryan a headache.

"My name is Anthony Dire, but I like to be called Ryan." He decided to say it as that would limit the confusion. Also, he would rather people call him Ryan, and he assumed other orphans didn't like being called Anthony Dire all the time as well.

Hearing this, Mara was frantically trying to come up with a way to appease Ryan as she knew she had messed up.

She had stormed over here and was planning on teaching him a lesson for lying to her, but not only had Ryan not lied, but he was…

Mara was so anxious that she didn't detect Ryan closing the distance between them until his hand touched her cheek.

She reflexively tried to move away as she felt a warm touch, but her body wouldn't budge.

She felt her body trying to attach itself to his hand, making sure he wouldn't let go.

All she could do was allow Ryan to move her face so that their eyes were connected.

Looking into his emerald green orbs, she muttered, "Overlord."

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Ryan sat at the dining room table.

To his right sat the newly transformed Izzy, complete with her new wings, tail, and budding horns.

To his left sat Lizzy. Her eyes, while they couldn't see, somehow still glared at what was sitting in his lap.

Yes, Mara, the Frost Queen, was currently sitting in his lap with a blissed-out expression on her face as Ryan gently stroked her hair.

She had insisted this was where she was allowed to sit, claiming to be afraid of Izzy's demon form.

However, the glare she gave the twins spoke about another possibility, but Ryan didn't have time for female drama as he was trying to get answers about what happened.

Izzy was trying to explain what had transpired, but the words out of her mouth just seemed so nonsensical.

"You're saying I'm some kind of "chosen" one?" Ryan asked, his brows raised in a look that said, 'do you take me for a fool?'

Izzy tapped her chin, contemplating how best to describe it, "Everyone calls you people heaven's chosen because you are the only ones in history to be able to communicate with the heavens directly."

"Meaning…"

"Meaning they get direct contact with the all-mighty heavens!" Izzy exclaimed emphatically.

Ryan huffed and muttered, "All-mighty heavens, my ass."

When Mara, who was in blisstopia sipping a nice warm cup of euphoria tea, heard what Ryan said, she coughed as her imaginary tea disappeared, and she shifted on Ryan's lap to look at him in horror.

"Don't say that! The heavens aren't merciful with those that slander its name." Mara said, having a pleading look in her eyes.

Ryan turned away from her cute appearance and mumbled, "It's not slander if it's true."

Sighing, Mara got off Ryan's lap and took a seat across the table from him.

Trying to change the subject, Mara turned towards Izzy after sitting down and asked, "My question is, how did you find him?"

"This couldn't be a coincidence that you two ended up as his slaves."

Lizzy had explained their relationship with Ryan earlier after things calmed down.

As Izzy was about to answer, Ryan asked, "What do you mean?"

Mara turned her head from Izzy to look at Ryan quizzically. "You mean you don't know what they are?"

Scratching his head, Ryan said, "They're demons, right?"

Mara looked like she was waiting for Ryan to finish talking, but when Ryan didn't say anything else, she said, "But do you know what type of demons they are, right?"

Seeing Ryan slowly shake his head, Izzy and Mara were taken aback.

"Wait… you mean you didn't run to prevent the ritual?" Izzy asked, her lips quivering as she looked at Ryan with expectancy.

"What ritual? You suddenly turned into a demon with wings and a tail after I looked into your eyes." Ryan said, frustrated that these girls made it seem as though this knowledge was the most basic in the world.

Hearing this, both Izzy and Mara gasped in shock.

Lizzy, silent since they sat down, said, "Do you know why Mara called you an Overlord?"

Hearing the bizarre question, Izzy looked at her sister like she was an idiot, but before she could call her out on her stupidity, Ryan said, "No, figured I misheard her or something."

"How is that possible?!" Izzy clamored in astonishment, "You clearly activated your heavenly screen earlier, the legendary quest tab should have appeared with your mission."

Mara wasn't surprised that Ryan didn't know he was an Overlord, as the bloodline would only be activated when one turned 18.

Even then, for someone who needed help understanding what they were looking for, it would only be possible to tell what it was with a heavenly screen.

pAn,Da-n0v e1,c But when Mara heard Izzy's exclamation, she blurted, "You've already activated your heavenly screen?!"

Hearing the girl's shrieks, Ryan held his ears as they were not used to such frequencies.

"I saw the quest tab but was interrupted before I could read it. But what's that got to do with anything?"

Hearing this, all three girls at the table collapsed in their seats.

Lizzy: "Heavens, why did you pick him?"

Izzy: "I feel so attracted to an idiot?"

Mara: "I feel sick…"

Ryan grumbled to himself in his room. The trio of girls was too heartless, they treated him like he was some genie who was all-knowing. He'd only been awake for less than 24 hours in this world. How was he supposed to know everything?

Yes, he was outstanding.

Yes, he was a woman's fantasy.

Yes, he was really, really, really good-looking.

But if he could find one fault in him… well, it wasn't exactly a fault per se.

"When did I become so narcissistic?" Muttering to himself, Ryan knew from his past experiences that he was anything but an egomaniac.

For most of his previous life, he couldn't find a single good quality about himself.

Aliza had worked with him at length about developing good self-esteem but never becoming egocentric, as if one could not see one's flaws, one could not improve.

Focusing back on the task at hand, he opened his heavenly screen.

All three girls had assured him all he needed to do was to look at the quests tab, and all of his questions would be unraveled.

[Status, Allegiance, Quests(!)]

Seeing no exclamation mark on his status screen, he figured that meant that nothing had changed since the last time he viewed it, so he directly clicked the quests tab.

As soon as he mentally clicked the quests tab, a blaring trumpet sound many times louder than the previous one bellowed out around him.

Ryan thought he would be deaf because the trumpet was so loud, but when the noise reached his ears, instead of the expected pain, his ears felt only comfort from the noise.

After the 10-second trumpet proclamation, the trumpets ended on one final blare, and a heavenly voice boomed, "Rejoice, humans, for an Overlord has emerged this day."

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After the noise ended, Ryan sighed, "Thankfully, the girls told me that this would happen, or I'd be freaking out right now."

Mara had explained that when a heaven's chosen first opened his quests screen, a loud trumpet proclamation would sound and that any human who had a heavenly screen would get a notification, and when pressed, they would get that same sound.

The sound would just appear for that person and wouldn't affect their surroundings. Thankfully as he didn't want to be swarmed with questions as to why he had a heavenly screen as a new recruit.

After the sound played, he received a notification.

[Buff Gained: Overlord's Emergence]

Looking at it, Ryan figured he had to select it to get more details, so he mentally clicked on it.

[Name: Overlord's Emergence]

[Duration: 365 Days]

[Buff: 50% increase in cultivation speed]

Whistling, Ryan admired the buff. 50% increase in cultivation speed for an entire ye. That was some crazy shit.

But he had time to admire things later, he needed to get answers, and for that, he finally pulled up the quests tab.

[Quests (1)]

[Overlord's Path]

Wait a second…

Ryan saw the screen, but instead of clicking on the 'Overlord's Path' option, he backed out and went back to his status screen.

[Name: Anthony Dire]

[Age: 18]

[Gender: Male]

[Race: F-Rank Human]

[Cultivation Rank: F-Rank]

[Enhancer Rank: F-Rank]

[Talents: (F-Rank Upgradable) Blood of the Overlord]

[Heavenly Credits: 0]

Mentally preparing himself for what whatever he was about to see, he clicked on the name option.

[Name: Anthony Dire]

[Note: This name is what you regard your name as in your heart]

Seeing the message pop up, Ryan was depressed in two ways.

1. He couldn't even be mad at the heavens anymore because this told him he regarded himself as Anthony Dire.

2. That he identified himself as Anthony Dire, which was him identifying himself as an orphan.

This revelation hurt him all the more because Ryan knew it was true.

Sighing, he tried checking the rest of the tabs out, just to make sure he didn't miss anything.

[Gender: Male]

[Note: This is your biological gender]

[Race: F-Grade Human]

[Progress: 0/10 F-Grade Race Crystals]

[Note: Upgrades to your race increase lifespan and cultivation limit]

After seeing the race tab before, he was interested, but seeing it only improved lifespan and the limit of cultivation, he decided to leave it for later.

[Cultivation Rank: F-Rank]

[Progress: 3% Of Energy Accumulated]

[Note: Upgrades to your cultivation increase your energies impact on the world as well as your control over it]

After looking at the cultivation description, Ryan felt that the heavens weren't really explaining a whole lot.

But he guessed if the heavens told him everything, there would be no need for teachers at the academy.

Moving on to the enhancer tab, he took back his previous words and licked his lips in excitement.

[Enhancer Rank: F-Rank]

[Progress: 3% Of Energy Accumulated]

[Note: Upgrades to your enhancer rank will increase your speed of cultivation, your seed's energy output, and your special characteristic]

[Special Characteristic: Harem Master]

His hands were trembling as he mentally pressed on the special characteristic, eager to see what his ability did.

Once he saw it, Ryan was not disappointed.

[Special Characteristic: Harem Master]

[Abilities]

[1. Master Of Pleasure (Passive Ability): Increases all forms of pleasure created from you for potential/existing harem members]

[Current amplification: 15%]

[2. Seed of Lust (Active Ability): When engaging in sexual activities, harness lust from potential/existing harem members and use it to enhance your seed]

[Lust - Energy: 1:5]

[3. Harem Bond (Active/Passive Ability): Activate to form a heavenly bond with a female that makes them harem members. This bond allows both the master and members to receive benefits that include: Telepathic communication, member location monitoring, and more you have yet to access]

[Telepathic communication: Within a range of 100 yards]

[Member Location Tracking: Within a range of 10 miles]

[Uses: 3/3]

[Note(1): Bond is length indefinite]

[Note(2): Both participants must be willing and have no hidden ill will toward each other]

[Note(3): Harem members receive double the energy and influence from other abilities from the Harem Master]

[Note(4): More possibilities are available upon increasing the level of this ability]

Ryan was ecstatic. He had what you could call a "harem" on earth, but none of the other girls knew about each other.

This "special characteristic" made his previous life's fantasy of one big happy family where the only members of the said family other than himself were bountiful, beautiful, and most importantly, bosomed women of all different colors, shapes, and sizes possible!

His fantasies were already roaming wild. Dragons existed. Did dragon girls? Phoenix's existed. Would he be able to touch upon their sacred nirvana and let his dick experience a rebirth?

If dragons and phoenixes existed. Did bunny girls? Did a totally unknown species exist that focused on the cultivation of pleasure?

He didn't know, but if they had breasts he could free… he swore he would liberate them all!

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After letting his fantasies run wild, he calmed himself down and got down to the last item on the list, apart from the heavenly credits he had already tried. That message just told him he was broke.

[Talents: (F-Rank Upgradable) Blood of the Overlord]

Selecting the talents page, he facepalmed as he realized that if he had read this before, he wouldn't have gotten into such a big mess earlier.

As he clicked on it, instead of opening up a new window that slightly covered his status screen like had happened previously, the whole page changed.

[Talent: Blood of the Overlord]

[Activation: Age 18 (21 days ago)]

[Rank: F-Rank (Upgradable)]

[Abilities: Aura of the Overlord, Overlord's Conversion]

[Curse: Primal Evolution]

Seeing a new page pop up, Ryan thought that meant that he could open new pages, and after he tried, he knew he was right as a mini window appeared.

[Abilities]

[1. Aura of the Overlord (Passive)]

[You exude the aura of an overlord, affecting people's willpower and control over their thoughts]

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[2. Overlord's Conversion (Active)]

[Activate to convert a cursed member of a race into one of your eternal subordinates]

[Uses: 3/3]

[Note: Converting a cursed member of a race removes their curse and turns them into a regular form of their race]

While the two abilities sounded alright, he was rather let down. His harem master characteristic felt like it was much better than this overlord one, and this was meant to have received the "all-mighty heavens" blessing.

"Although this does have an upgradable tag on it. I wonder if I could get more abilities later?" If so, it would make this possible to be way better than the harem master characteristic.

Unfortunately for Ryan, however, he wasn't destined to find out now, as he wasn't able to select any other page for further clarification except for the last.

The title curse didn't provoke optimism in Ryan's heart, but it was still better to know than not to know.

[Curse: Primal Evolution]

[In times of great emotion, you will feel your thinking is instinctive rather than calculated. Your mind will turn into that of a beast only acting on its primal nature]

[Evolution Stage: N/A]

[Note(1): With great power comes great responsibility. As a chosen member of the human race, you must overcome your primitive thoughts and actions and evolve]

[Note(2): See Quests tab for further details]

Looking at the message, Ryan had mixed feelings.

On the one hand, he was happy he wasn't going insane.

He had been worried that he was losing it and becoming some kind of beast.

He had been unable to control his actions and worried that if this progressed, he might do something he would later regret.

Turns out he was just cursed! Hooray!

Ryan finally turned his attention to the thing he had come here in the first place to look at, his quest.

[Overlord's Path]

[Summary: You have earned a power few possess but many yearn for. Your remarkable prowess before your age ceremony allows you to embark on the path of an Overlord. Being an Overlord means overpowering all others and then pushing higher. It means breaking the things that need to be broken, no matter what they might be or who stands in your way. Will you defy the odds and stand atop the masses? Or will history remember you as someone who could have been?]

[To embark on this journey, please select one of the following specialties which will define your future]

[(C-Rank) [Sword Overlord]

[(B-Rank) [Magic Overlord]

[(D-Rank) [Body Overlord]

[(SSS-Rank) [Harem Overlord] (Unique)]

"I am power! I am retribution! Ravier, prepare to feel my wrath!" Ryan was so excited after seeing the SSS-Rank on the specialty he would have picked regardless he inadvertently activated his curse and screamed out his raw emotions.

After calming down, Ryan still wore a goofy grin on his face as he inspected his soon-to-be specialty.

[Harem Overlord]

[Rank: SSS (Unique)]

[Summary: Qualifying for this specialty by having the following traits: Cultivation Rank, Enhancer Rank, special characteristic "Harem Master", and Talent "Blood of the Overlord"]

[Description: This specialty will allow you to combine your greatest strengths and form the universe's first harem blessed by the heavens. Your strength will lay not in your physical abilities, magical talents, or mighty weapons. Instead, it will be decided by the length (quality) and girth (strength) of your harem]

[Ability Changes]

[Master Of Pleasure Aura of the Overlord combine to form] [Overlord's Pleasure Aura]

[Seed of Lust turns into] [Overlord of Lust]

[Harem Bond Overlord's Conversion combine to form] [Overlord's Harem Conversion]

[New Ability: Overlord's Harem Palace]

[1. Overlord's Pleasure Aura (Controllable Passive)]

[When active, you exude the aura of an Overlord of pleasure, this entices the opposite sex and amplifies any pleasure felt in your vicinity.]

[Current amplification: 50%]

[2. Harem of Lust (Active)]

[Activate to gain the power over Lust, harnessing, multiplying, and creating lust for you and your harem members.]

[Current Rank: F]

[3. Overlord's Harem Conversion (Active/Passive)]

[Activate to turn willing females into your harem members. Harem members experience a rebirth changing their race to "evolved" of their race. (ex: evolved human, evolved demon, etc.) This gives them better talents, better potential, better cultivation speed, and other advantages.]

[The passive part of this ability allows you, the harem master, to receive one talent, special characteristic, ability, or other unique gifts from each of your harem members.]

[Harem Member Slots: 3/3]

[Gifts Taken: 0]

[Note(1): Absolute submission to the Harem Overlord is required to become a harem member]

[Note (2): At the time of activation, potential harem members must be clear-headed and agree to the absolute submission of the Harem Overlord]

[Note (3): More possibilities are available upon the increase of your cultivation level]

[4. Overlord's Harem Palace (Active/Passive)]

[Activate to place a spatial device in a location that will last for a period of time. You can use this spatial device to teleport into your Harem Palace, over which you have absolute control. You and your harem members can only access your palace space for a limited time per day]

[Time available per day: 2 hours (Resets at midnight each night)]

[Spatial Device Lifespan: 30 Days (When activating, 24 hours are required before the first activation)]

[Buffs: N/A]

[Note(1): Spatial Device cannot be moved and will be destroyed upon lifespan completion]

[Note(2): More possibilities are available upon the increase of cultivation level]

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Ryan read through the summary, description, and abilities several times before wrapping his head around what the words meant.

This would allow him to travel around, fight battles, and take over the world by doing what he loved the most: conquering women.

If this was just what he got starting out with this specialty, he couldn't wait to level it up and see what was in store for him.

Not hesitating another second, he selected his path.

[Congratulations on selecting your new specialty: Harem Overlord]

As soon as that message came into focus, Ryan screamed in pain as he felt as though he was being bitten alive by millions of small ants.

His inner organs felt as though they disintegrated and reformed over and over, gaining a little strength each time.

His brain turned to mush as black stars entered his vision, and he passed out.

Waking up covered in sweat, Ryan checked his heavenly screen to assess how much time had passed, thankfully, it was only 30 minutes. In total, he had been away from the three vixens for an hour, which was much more time than he would like before he had them locked down as his harem members.

He was about to storm out of the room to confront them about this topic, but his nose caught a whiff of his stench, and he looked down in disgust.

Black goo covered his body under his clothes; the smell was positively putrid.

Quickly turning around, he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

The water was cold, but he didn't care. He retched as he started to scrum the gunk off, the revolting smell invading his nostrils.

Finally, after a good 10 minutes of scrubbing, all the black goop was off, and he thought back to earlier and decided it was probably a good idea to jack off and relieve some sexual tension.

Hopefully, mitigating the curse as much as possible.

As Ryan started to run his hand over his shaft, he pictured Aliza in the shower with him. Her beautiful breasts pressed against his chest, her mouth nibbling at his ear while her silky smooth hand stroked his shaft.

His hand-picked up the pace as he bit his lip, trying to hold back spurting, but it was no use.

Grunting, he sprayed the shower's glass wall with his sperm and, panting, almost fell to the ground as black spots clouded his vision.

He had forgotten that his body technically hadn't cum in three weeks. He had died masturbating after two days of absence, he was lucky this body was stronger than the last, or he might have had to leave this world sooner than he wanted.

As he finished cleaning himself and the shower after his session, he grabbed a towel hanging next to the shower and went over to the condensation-covered mirror.

After wiping off the condensation, his face, which he hadn't seen before, came into view, and he was stunned.

His jade-like skin shined as he ran his hand over his cheek, feeling the baby-like softness.

His face had a heavy-set jaw and a delicate look to it, depending on how he controlled his facial muscles.

He noticed that while his face did look different from his past life, they were similar. His eyes were the same emerald green, and he could vaguely see some resemblance to the younger him, but if the two would stand side by side, he doubted anyone would say they were related.

The man in the mirror was too handsome to be related to the old him, if someone claimed they were, it would just be an insult to the current him.

In his previous life, Ryan wasn't bad looking in his younger years, but after Aliza died… he fell on bad times and gave up the lifestyle he once enjoyed.

He swore he would stand atop this world, if not for himself, then to fulfill his promise to her.

Aliza had always talked about her dreams of freedom and glory but said that some things weren't meant to be because of "heaven's enforced limitations."

He assumed she meant mortality and the inevitability of death.

She had talked a lot about weird things that Ryan disregarded as ramblings, but as that line came back to Ryan, he wondered if it was just a coincidence she had used the name heavens.

"Probably just a weird coincidence," Ryan shrugged off the thought as he knew what he had to do in his first step towards achieving the promise he gave up on in his last life.

Before she died, Aliza said, "If there's ever a next life, I hope we can be together."

pAn,Da-n0v e1,c Ryan didn't know the strength limitations in this world, but if he could survive dying on earth, why couldn't she?

Perhaps she was out there somewhere in the universe, just waiting for him to be strong enough, but he would still try even if she wasn't.

He would become strong enough to reverse death and defy fate, even if he had to take on the heavens themselves.

After calming down, Ryan realized that the curse had again affected his thoughts.

But after that little episode, he had the motivation to move forward and a goal to aim towards.

It was a long shot, but it was better than not trying.

As Ryan dried off with the towel, he looked around for a fresh set of clothes since his old ones were caked in dried goo, but couldn't find any.

Wrapping the towel around him, he went out of the bathroom and towards his bedroom door.

Mara eyed Izzy and Lizzy in suspicion.

So far, the two had been silently observing her for the past 30 minutes, with Izzy occasionally tapping Lizzy on the shoulder for some reason.

Mara eventually figured out they were communicating somehow after Izzy's tail kept on wiggling in odd patterns as if she was expressing her emotions.

After figuring this out, she concluded she might as well start the conversation, "So you never answered my question earlier. How did you find him?"

Hearing the question, Izzy said, "If we tell you, will you tell us why you came to Ryan's room?"

Biting her lip, Mara thought for a second before nodding in agreement.

"We paid for a diviner to help us locate someone to help with our… condition. All the diviner told us was 'become a slave in the human empire'. At first, we figured she was a fake, but as our time was running out and we had no other options, we used our connections to become fallen slaves in the human empire and ended up at the academy slave house. The rest is just luck."

Mara was stunned by the story. If this was true, then either they had gotten really lucky, or they had met a real diviner!

Real diviners were extremely rare because the heavens saw diviners as nuisances.

While it did not outright kill them if one started down the path of becoming a diviner, their cultivation would slowly deteriorate until a point where they would become as weak as a mortal. While diviners could still ingest pills to live longer, their bodies couldn't handle many, and they would die a "premature" death.

This deterred a lot from the profession as one needed a high level of cultivation to start to sense the powers of the divine.

As most cultivators had an innate drive to get stronger and strive to live a long life, not many would give that up for a chance at becoming a diviner.

Mara couldn't know for sure if Izzy was being truthful, but the look in her eyes was genuine.

"Well, then, I guess it's my turn." Mara said as she took out a device from her pocket and erected a sound barrier, "But I prefer if Ryan doesn't hear this."

After Mara told the sisters about her shindig with Ryan and here suspicious of him being an Overlord, the girls both gave her looks of jealousy as they were hoping to be his first.

Of course, they couldn't have known that Ryan had been with many women on earth, although Ryan didn't know if he had slept with anyone on Ravier before Mara.

Eventually, the two girls calmed down and got to the real topic they wanted to discuss, "What are your intentions with Ryan? You said you came here to "confront him" but now that you know he didn't lie to you and is, in fact, an Overlord, what are you going to do?"

Mara opened her mouth to answer, but as hard as she tried, no words seemed to come out. She opened and closed her mouth like a fish before sighing, "I honestly don't know,"

"Being with him has given me joy for the first time in my life."

"He didn't care about my Icey persona and helped me in ways even my mother couldn't."

Thinking for a second, she would have blushed if her constitution allowed it, "If possible, I would like to be with him."

Lizzy, who had just been listening to the conversation for a while, spoke, "Then I think we should work together."

Both Izzy and Mara, who had been staring at each other for the past 15 minutes going back and forth, turned their heads in unison to look at Lizzy.

"What do you have in mind sis?"

Mara looked at the two in confusion and asked, "You're willing to share him?"

Laughing, Izzy said, "Oh, Hunny, you're so naïve."

"Even the empress herself would want this man, it's not like we can keep him to ourselves. He is, after all, the first male cultivator."

Mara's eyes widened, and she stammered, "W-What?!"

"Oh, you didn't know?" Izzy said teasingly, "I guess he was willing to share a bed with you but not share his secrets."

Mara looked bitterly at Izzy before slumping back against her chair, saying, "Alright, what's the plan?"

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As Ryan headed to the door, he heard a popping sound from outside, and a second later, his door started to swing open.

Ryan was just in a bath towel, but he'd been in much more precarious situations with all of these women, so he didn't raise a fuss about them barging into his room when he was half-naked.

As the door opened, he saw three figures step through the door, but when he saw what the girls were wearing, his mouth dropped open, and his hands, one of which was holding his towel, dropped to his side.

Mara, wearing the most conservative clothing of the three, wore black lingerie that covered her top half, looking like a one-piece swimsuit. The bottom half had a mini skirt covering just enough to leave one imagining while still accentuating her beautiful ass.

However, unlike Mara's dress, Izzy's outfit left little to the imagination. She wore a red bra with a pink bow in the center, doing little to hide her bountiful breasts. Her lower half was exposed, covered only by red panties and black fishnet stockings.

But the star of the show was Lizzy. Lizzy only wore two black Xs over her nipples and a thin G-String that allowed Ryan to see her peeking lips while it covered her opening.

As the trio came through the door, they turned their attention to Ryan, only to see his towel fall to the floor the next second, exposing his naked body to their eyes.

While the trio stood frozen in shock, Ryan's brain seemed to realize the situation immediately, "Looks like they were as eager for this as I was."

Or, as Aliza would say, "Sometimes the fish just stuffs itself on your rod."

Grinning at the turn of events, Ryan activated "Overlord's Pleasure Aura" making sure things would be as pleasurable as possible.

Once the aura was activated, Izzy and Mara, practically salivating at the sight before them, felt their faces turn a deep shade of red and countless fantasies poor into their mind.

The two felt their inhibitions fade away and started to advance on Ryan.

Lizzy, who couldn't see Ryan and didn't know he was standing naked a few feet away from her, was still no less turned on than the other two girls, as the lack of sight made her fantasies run wild.

She knew she was the most exposed and had only agreed to wear this because she desperately wanted to be cured of her curse.

She wasn't like her sister or Maya, who were already attracted to Ryan. That didn't mean she hated Ryan by any means. Still, since she would be pledging eternal servitude to him, that made her want to like him.

She just hoped that he wouldn't be like the demon chosen to who she and Izzy had gone, wanting them to become a breeding slave for him.

It was lucky that she was born into her family, or the demon would have just lied and said he would treat them with some decency.

As the aura impacted Lizzy, she didn't gain any more attraction for Ryan. Instead, her feelings regarding him, whether good or bad, became more prominent, and her thoughts about him became crystal clear.

Even though she didn't know it, this allowed her to experience her true feelings, away from all the impractical thoughts.

Lizzy's first emotion when she met Ryan was intrigue since he hadn't fallen for Mistress Elena's ploy.

Then it turned into gratitude when he heard them out after she instinctively called for him to wait.

She felt hope when Ryan accepted her and Izzy, even with their... disabilities.

Lizzy remembered Ryan falling unconscious and the worry in her heart, not for herself potentially losing a way to her cure, but for the person who had accepted both her and Izzy even with their curses.

When Ryan was being taken over by his primal side, and he tried to leave, she felt that such a man was worthy of her love and devotion.

After realizing that was how she truly felt, Lizzy advanced as well, wanting to show Ryan how sincere she was.

As the three girls advanced on him, Ryan felt his growing arousal, and his enlarged member responded by doing some growing of its own.

As his cock grew, Izzy's eyes turned wider and wider, and as he got to his full size, Ryan saw a line of droll escape her mouth.

"This one's trouble," Ryan recalled that Izzy was the one who tried to take the lead earlier, and even though he had jacked off in the bathroom, he was starting to feel his curse slowly dropping his IQ lower and lower.

He didn't want to hurt her, at least not until he knew if she enjoyed that kind of thing. He had experiences with such women in his past life and couldn't claim to hate them all.

"I assume you all came here for this?" Ryan asked as he wiggled his hips, his dick fidgeting from side to side.

Izzy nodded emphatically as Mara gulped and then nodded her agreement as well.

Lizzy said, "I can imagine what you are referring to by my sister's heavy breathing."

Lizzy bit her lip, "While that is why we are here... before we start, we have a request to ask."

Izzy and Mara turned to look at Lizzy with hostile eyes, as their thinking had long since been overrun with lust-filled fantasies. They had entirely lost interest in what they had planned to do before.

Ryan also felt his thoughts becoming rather strained as he tried to keep his sanity but still said, "Go ahead."

"Izzy and I plead with you to accept us as your eternal servants, thus ending our curse," Lizzy said, bowing.

Izzy's eyes seemed to gain clarity, and she said, "What my sister said is true. I would love to service you."

"I mean, serve you," she corrected teasingly as she licked her lips.

"I agree," he said, taking a step forward and losing himself in his lust.

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Stepping forward, Ryan seized Izzy, picked her up, and tossed her onto the bed.

Squealing with delight, Izzy landed on the bed as her hungry eyes reddened further.

Pouncing on top of her, Ryan looked back at the two standing ladies and, with an inviting tone, said, "Come on, ladies, I've got enough for all of you."

Not continuing the conversation further, Ryan's body turned fiery hot as he stared at the famished beauty pinned below his arms.

Ryan felt his lower body rubbing on something and looked down to see his elongated shaft grinding against her soaking lingerie.

He could feel the slick cloth and the moisture leaking through the fabric as his rod slid back and forth as his hips moved hypnotically on their own.

Izzy, who was pinned below, was squirming in Ryan's embrace, trying to press her wetness against his cock faster and faster, but as hard as she tried, she couldn't move extensively as Ryan's grip was like a vice.

Izzy started to moan as Ryan's hips rocked back and forth, and her pelvis tried its hardest to meet the thrusts with jitters of her own.

In Ryan's primal state, he felt that even though he had cum less than 10 minutes ago, he was quickly reaching a climax.

He wasn't known as the king of quickness for nothing.

As he kept thrusting, his primal state didn't allow him to care about where the seed would end up. All it cared about was pleasure.

As his thrusts became faster and Izzy leaked more of her juices, Ryan started to utter guttural noises as he let go of Izzy's arms and grabbed onto her hips, picking her up off the bed and into the air.

Holding Izzy's hips, he started to lift them up and down with his arms as he used his hips to gyrate against her now sopping wet panties and pussy lips.

The sensation was too much for Ryan as he spurted all over her panties, stomach, and red bra with the pink bow.

As Ryan came, Izzy's face widened in unforeseen delight as she felt his pulsing member thrust her over the edge and into an orgasm of her own.

Still holding the twitching Izzy, Ryan collapsed back onto the bed with Izzy lying on top of him, both covered in each other's juices.

As Ryan experienced the after-orgasm high, his senses came back to him, and his primal thoughts temporarily abided.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lizzy and Mara start masturbating.

Mara had her eyes glued onto him, rhythmically alternating between tweaking her clit and nipples to pushing two fingers inside herself as she let out low moans of pleasure.

Lizzy was also engrossed in pleasure as her visionless fantasies were multiplied by all the sultry noises Ryan and Izzy had been making.

Mara saw Ryan's gaze, and her body shuttered as she fidgeted like a girl caught doing something naughty.

Curling his finger in a beckoning motion, Ryan stared down Mara as he felt his arousal was not yet satiated.

As Mara slowly got up and came over, he rolled the blissed-out Izzy off his stomach and onto the bed, exposing her stomach, which was covered with his seed.

Seeing a woman clad in his cum with a blissed-out expression on her face made his cock start to harden, and primal thoughts began to stir.

As Mara got to the bed, she looked at Ryan with eyes filled with a plea, and he nodded.

Seeing Ryan nod, she bit her lips, climbed onto the bed right onto Izzy, and began licking up Ryan's seed.

After the exam, Ryan learned that enhancer sperm was not like regular sperm. Not only could women cultivators increase their cultivation by ingesting it, but an enhancer's sperm also caused women to fall into a blissed-out euphoria depending on the amount and strength.

It was THE drug for women on the planet, and felt was said to feel like a liquid paradise.

For instance, when he had slept with Mara before, he had cum inside her which caused her to fall into a blissed-out state for almost 10 minutes.

But that was before Ryan became a cultivator or a Harem Overlord. Ryan had just lathered Izzy in his cum, and while she barely absorbed any, she still had her tongue hanging out of her mouth with a happy smile on her face.

As Mara climbed atop Izzy and started to lick up his sperm, her juicy ass was stuck right into Ryan's face.

Seeing the teasing lines of her lingerie, Ryan felt his rod stand to full mast, and the thoughts come full force.

But this time, Ryan was prepared. He had just cum twice in half an hour, and by the description of the curse, he knew he could overcome this power.

Restraining his urge to stick his dick inside her immediately, Ryan pulled the fabric covering her pussy to the side, exposing her wonderful box to him once more.

Seeing her wet lips made his cock twitch in anticipation, but Ryan restrained the impulse and pierced her wet folds with his tongue tasting her juices.

Mara's juices tasted like honey, which was an unexpected delight for Ryan.

While slurping and sucking Mara's cunt, the girl herself was in extreme bliss.

She still tried to lick up Ryan's seed, but her thoughts turned incoherent, and only guttural groans came out of her mouth as she squirmed in pleasure, pressing against Ryan's tongue.

Ryan lightly tweaked her clit, and that sent her over the edge as her body started to spasm with wave after wave of orgasm.

Seeing Mara lost in pleasure, Ryan took one final lick of her honeypot and stepped towards his final course, Lizzy.

Lizzy was currently sitting in a chair, her legs spread apart as she rubbed her sensitive clit, fantasies having invaded her mind.

Hearing the low whimpers Lizzy was making made his rock-hard cock throb with desire so intense he nearly lost control, but he somehow held on.

Gritting his teeth so as not to lose to the desire, he said, "Lizzy, stand up."

Hearing Ryan's voice, her hand stopped, and her breath caught as she realized Ryan was watching her play with herself.

pAn,Da-n0v e1,c She was practically fully nude when she walked into the room, but now her G-string was pulled to the side, exposing her needy cunt.

Flushing red with the indecency of it all, she said, "I'm all yours."

"Please be gentle, it's my first time."

Ryan had to pinch his thigh and bite his lower lip not to ravage her instantly.

Her voice was soft and charming, yet filled with a deep desire. This created a deadly combination making Ryan feel as if his ear was experiencing an orgasm.

As Lizzy got up, Ryan placed a hand on her waist and gently picked her up as he sat down in the chair.

Placing Lizzy on his lap, he started roaming her body with his hands while softly kissing her neck.

Lizzy's heart rate increased, and her already shallow breathing became a mix of moans and whimpers.

As Ryan kissed her neck, Lizzy realized that something hard and long was pressed against her slit.

Reaching her hand down, she grasped it, only to feel it pulse and hear Ryan groan in pleasure.

Lizzy was shocked, as she had just heard Ryan cum. How was he hard already? Not even an Overlord was this talented! Was she going to get to have his cum?

Thinking this, she started to fumble around with her hands, attempting to stroke his tip which she had been told men liked.

She was rewarded with Ryan's moan, which made her feel his hot breath against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

As Ryan was trying to hold onto his sanity, he knew he had to end it quickly, or he'd lose himself.

Luckily, that was his forte.

Lightly lifting Lizzy up, Ryan stuck his rod against her opening.

Feeling Ryan lift her and position himself for entry, Lizzy wrapped her arms around Ryan's neck, instinctively kissing his tender flesh.

Gentle pushing forward, Ryan didn't feel resistance as he entered, although she was extremely tight.

As Ryan mustered up all his brain power not to blow his load in the first second, he remembered thinking Mara was a virgin as well, and he didn't remember seeing blood.

That distraction worked just as well as the others, and after about five slow thrusts of his hips, Ryan couldn't handle any more stimulation and shouted in pleasure, releasing inside of Lizzy.

Feeling Ryan enter her, Mara squirmed atop his member with pleasure. After feeling her pussy contracting around him and feeling her body's desire for him to release, she was delighted when she felt the warm fluid enter her and fill her up.

"Oh God, yes, Ryan!" Lizzy said as she sensed the pure bliss contained in that energy as she felt it enter her womb and dissolve, flowing directly to her cultivation base and brain.

As she felt her cultivation increase and the euphoria overwhelm her senses, she smiled as she realized she had made the right choice. He was a cultivator, a real communicator, and an extremely fast ejaculator.

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As Ryan felt the cold water crashing against his back, his thoughts inevitably strayed back to the previous events.

He was overall pleased with the outcome from a logical point of view. While he didn't get any of the three to become his harem members, he was sure at least the sisters would agree.

Being a harem member sounded a lot more pleasing than being an "eternal slave". The binding would free them of their curse and help them evolve into something better than most of their species.

He himself had become the "F-Rank Human Overlord" race in his status screen.

But while evolving into a new race was enticing, no cultivator would give up their freedom to become one.

That's why Ryan had come up with an oath, his pledge of love.

He would swear that he would treat them as family from the moment they became his. Protecting them, cherishing them, and their loved ones.

Their problems would become his problems, and they would face the hardships of life together.

He would swear to them that he would take them to the peak of this world and beyond.

He knew either way that Lizzy and Izzy would accept him, regardless of his pledge. But for someone like Mara, he would have to take his time, slowly showing his sincerity towards her until she trusted him enough to take his oath as fact.

While from a logical point of view, he might be pleased, Ryan couldn't help but feel crestfallen.

He had just had three beautiful women in his bedroom, and even though he had prepared by cumming beforehand, he still took less than 10 minutes to climax two times!

Frustrated, Ryan pounded the shower glass with his fists as he let out his anger.

Sighing, he lamented over his performance and swore to find a technique to help him last longer.

He knew that all three girls would hate him trying to find a way to last longer, as he had seen their blissed-out faces as they experienced the euphoria in his seed's energy.

But he knew a problem would arise once he expanded his harem. He'd have to satisfy a lot of women. How was he going to look if he kept cumming in thirty seconds even after he had cum so many times!

Although he knew that was not the real reason.

He had been training for longevity in the dao of thrusts for years and wanted to experience the end of this path (or at least the first realm).

One said that if longevity in the dao of thrusts were mastered, one would be able to have simultaneous sex with 10,000 women for 10,000 hours without breaking a sweat.

Finishing up in the shower, Ryan exited the bathroom and saw Mara and Izzy hugging each other with blissed-out expressions on their faces as they slept.

On the chair, Lizzy was curled up in a ball sleeping soundly with a warm smile on her face.

Ryan wondered why she didn't transform into her demon form like Izzy had done when he had contact with her, but he'd have to ask her later.

Leaving the bedroom, Ryan stepped into the main room, where he saw a dresser, on top of which lay a few male academy uniforms.

After dressing, he decided he better go to see Valery as he needed to be caught up on the past three weeks.

Writing a note and leaving it on the table for the girls, he headed out of the dorms, ready to finally start his school arc.

After exiting the male dormitories, Ryan didn't know where Lieutenant Valeria's office was, so after he left the dorms, he started meandering around campus, looking for some campus helpdesk or at least a map of some sort.

Finally, after about 15 minutes of walking, Ryan saw a building that had the words "Student Hub" hovering above it. Figuring that was his best lead, he walked up to the door and pushed it open.

Entering the room, Ryan saw that there were massive tv screens covering the walls of the room, which were categorized into different groups displaying all types of information. Ryan saw entire sections of screens dedicated to anything from various cultivation techniques to battle videos and requests to spar. They even had sections dedicated to things like gossip about other students, royalty, and even other kingdoms.

He noticed that while some of the screens had a 'free' sticker, others had a price listed to access that information.

Turning his attention to the middle of the room, Ryan saw a circular booth with five attendants, waiting and talking with anyone who got in their lines.

Figuring that was what he was looking for, he got into the smallest line and waited.

Standing in line, Ryan looked around at all the people bustling around the hub and whistled.

Everywhere he looked, all he saw were girls, girls, girls!

He saw girls with tight short shorts and itty bitty tittes, girls with breasts so gigantic he could fit his whole head inside them. Ryan fantasized about what it would be like to be surrounded by them, immersed in the mounds as his brain tried desperately to get oxygen, only to breathe in the succulent smell of those heavenly mounds. Soon his mind would join his body, being absorbed in her bust.

"Sir, sir?" Ryan jolted out of his fantasies as he felt a voice intrude on his sacred thoughts.

Looking around and remembering where he was, he walked up to the counter as if nothing had happened and said, "I'm looking for Valery. She said she wanted to see me as soon as I woke up."

Ryan said, intentionally miswording the sentence to provoke one's imagination.

The receptionist narrowed her eyes in suspicion, scrutinizing him before asking, "I presume you're talking about Lieutenant Valeria? Are you perhaps a new enhancer? But why don't you know where her office is?"

Scratching his head, Ryan avoided the question, answering, "Well, after she visited my room, she just left me passed out and told my servants to come to her when I was conscious again."

"I haven't seen her in three weeks, missing all my classes. So how could I know where her office is?"

Technically everything Ryan said was true, but the way he worded it implied something rather nefarious occurred.

Still, Ryan thought that as long as he didn't lie, Valery wouldn't care, seeing how she had treated him.

Hearing Ryan, the receptionist blushed and coughed, asking, "What did you say your name was?"

The receptionist was eager to get his name, not to verify his identity, but to sell this hot scoop to the people who ran the gossip clubs on campus.

Lieutenant Valeria was quite popular as she was in charge of all the new enhancers.

Her outfits and personality were always flashy, making more than one fan club already sprout up on campus.

If Valeria turned out to have engaged in this type of behavior with one of her students, it would be the biggest scoop in years!

Seeing the receptionist suddenly perk up and become interested, he realized he got the reaction he wanted, "My name is Anthony Dire. Now, how about that office number?"

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Arriving in front of a gorgeous courtyard, Ryan double-checked the sign's number, but after confirming this was the right place, he headed towards the inside, stepping into a revolving door.

After exiting on the other side, he was mesmerized by the paradise that lay before his eyes.

An indoor waterfall flowed down from a sculpted mountain, on top of which sat living beasts that looked like a mix between a cheetah and a zebra with black and white stripes running down their lean physique.

Upon seeing him, the biggest of the beasts looked down at Ryan but bent its head low in respect and averted its gaze.

Ryan was puzzled as to why the beast would do such a thing but figured the beast might be female and could feel his masculine aura wafting from his being.

Ryan appraised the beast but didn't feel any sexual attraction towards it.

Turning his gaze away and looking at the rest of the building, he saw a little bridge crossing over a river that probably looped back around to feed the waterfall.

Across the bridge, he saw a door that had a name placard hanging from the door that read "Lieutenant Valeria."

Crossing the bridge, Ryan heard a splash in the water below and felt it come up, hitting his face. Looking down, he saw a small aquatic creature that resembled a fish but had retractable limbs on the sides of its body.

He would have truly mistaken it for a fish if he hadn't caught the little guy splashing him with one of his front limbs.

"What a cheeky guy." Ryan chuckled, wiping the water off his face with his uniform.

Knocking on the door, Ryan waited for a second before a "Come in" sounded from inside.

Creaking open the door, Ryan peered inside seeing Valery sitting at her desk looking over some paperwork.

'Guess you can't get away from paperwork even if you live in a fantasy world.'

Looking at Valery, Ryan could only see her top half, but already he was enjoying his view.

pAn,D a-n0ve1,c-o-m She wore a white dress shirt that hugged her upper chest oh-so tightly.

Beneath her dress shirt, Ryan could clearly see a black bra.

Ryan wondered what the point of the shirt was in the first place since it wasn't hiding much at all.

Sitting on a chair arranged in front of her desk, Ryan stared at Valery, who still hadn't looked up from her stack of papers.

As he was wondering what to say, Valery annoyedly said, "What is it? I don't have all day."

Seeing she still hadn't looked up, Ryan grinned, realizing she didn't know it was him yet.

Clearing his throat, Ryan spoke in a higher-than-normal-pitched voice, "I wanted to ask you about love, Lieutenant."

Still looking down at the papers, Valery muttered, "Love is something made up by the heavens. Never chase it, or you'll end up heartbroken and alone."

"But I felt it, Lieutenant. I felt love as I dumped my seed onto her, coating her beautiful stomach in my jizz. I loved the moment I plunged my tongue inside her, tasting her sweet honey. And I felt loved as I took another for the first time as she writhed atop me in pleasure."

At first, the Lieutenant was more concentrated on her papers, but as she heard the words, she slammed the papers down and looked up, wanting to see who thought they could talk to their superior with such vulgar language.

But as she looked around from her chair, she didn't see anyone.

Confused, she got up and peered around the other side of her desk but didn't see anything.

"Heavens, I am losing it… that brat better wake up soon. These fantasies keep getting worse and worse." Sighing, she went back to her chair and sat down, rubbing her eyes with her hands.

She had constantly been getting fantasies about the teasing brat at night, but now they were happening during working hours.

Ryan, who had squeezed between the other side of Valery's desk and the wall, had a big smile on his face as he heard her ramblings.

Ryan hadn't been aware of it at the time, but his previous aura activated at their first interaction caused women he viewed as "potential harem members" to have their thoughts about him amplified.

Thankfully he could control his new and improved aura as he wanted now, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to exploit the good his old aura had done.

Scooting out from the crack, he hopped onto his feet and dusted himself off.

"Valery, you should really get someone to clean down there. It's pretty disgusting."

Valery, hearing Ryan's voice, pushed her head into the table and groaned, "Now I'm hearing his voice too."

Chuckling, Ryan stated, "Now, that's not something to get sad about, darling. Women who fantasize about me are much more likely to maximize their highs as they take my full-size."

"Now he's rhyming? Why would he be rhyming in my fantasies? Guys who rhyme are just so…."

"We're what?!" Ryan interrupted as he felt the need to defend his honor as a cultivator of the dao of rhyme.

Just like with the dao of thrusting, the dao of rhyme had great possibilities if one could master it… unfortunately, his two dao's had formed a pact, pledging to only increase as the other increases.

Hearing the abrupt sound interrupt, Valery looked up. Suddenly opening her eyes wide, she jolted out of her chair.

"Y-Your here!" She said, pointing at Ryan.

Ryan couldn't help snickering and forming a smile looking at the comical Lieutenant, whose mouth was agape and eyes were wide open with stupefaction.

"You!" Valery said as she saw Ryan laughing at her, "Why are you even here anyway?" She huffed in embarrassment as she could only think to redirect the conversation.

'Oh no, please tell me he didn't hear what I said,' Valery thought as she suddenly had a bad premonition.

"How could I not come when my favorite Lieutenant requests my presence?"

Biting her lip, she wondered what to do. After thinking for a few seconds, she countered, "I just asked your servants to inform me when you woke up."

"I was not requesting your presence."

Ryan's smile got wider, and he said, "Oh, so you're saying that you want me to leave?"

"No, I-" Impulsively answering, Valery caught herself as she reddened with embarrassment as she realized that she had been duped.

Ryan approached her as he moved to her side of the desk. Inclining his lips towards her ear, he whispered, "Then tell me to stay."

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Valery shivered as she felt Ryan's hot breath on her neck and his words tickle the inside of her ears.

pA n,dan(-)0ve1.c0m She wanted to tell him to do a lot more than stay, but she knew that once they crossed that line, there was no going back.

Lightly pushing Ryan away, she said, "We can't," Controlling her rapidly beating heart, she continued, "The academy rules don't allow teachers to intermix with undergraduate enhancers."

Ryan shrugged, "What about for regular enhancers?" He had already accessed his heavenly screen, so he technically wasn't an undergraduate anymore.

Biting her lip, Valery looked longingly at Ryan before shaking her head, "I'm just a First Lieutenant. I can't be with someone like you."

Ryan was about to press the issue, but he identified the look in her eye to be self-deprecating. It occurred to Ryan that she wasn't talking about her status being too high for him. She was saying his status was too high for her.

Walking back around the desk, Ryan sat in the same chair he occupied earlier and asked in a monotone voice, "So you know then?"

Looking up, Valery saw Ryan, with a blank expression sitting in a chair opposite her. His eyes were emotionless, as if the scene that just took place never occurred.

This saddened her even more as she inferred by his actions that Ryan had just been playing with her before.

"They only told me not to get in your way and to support you from the shadows."

"They never told me who you were, but it's obvious you're important to the empire."

Ryan sat with his back pressed against the wooden backside of the chair, his arms propped up on the armrest, his hands stroking his nonexistent facial hair with a forlorn expression on his face.

'That girl probably works for the military then,' Ryan thought back on his previous experience with the unknown girl that caused his three-week blackout.

'But if that's true, then who was I that the military wanted to seal my memories but at the same time support me in the shadows?' This was the main problem that irked him.

All he knew was that he had been drugged and brainwashed to forget… something? Everything? He still didn't know.

But the news that he was someone important to the human empire made him rethink his previous assessment.

He had figured that since Marcus had known something about him, he must not be THAT important. But since the Lieutenant was making such a big deal about this, he knew Marcus probably only heard a rumor.

'That only leaves… Mila.' He also had a flashback when seeing Mila in the auditorium, but the scene was still fuzzy.

'Plus, I still have to pay her back for getting me excluded from the factions.' Ryan wouldn't have agreed to join a faction, but that wasn't his main issue.

If she wanted to exclude him from her faction, fine. Even if she wanted to exclude him from ALL the factions, fine. But when she tried to humiliate him in front of all the freshmen… that crossed a line.

If she had been successful, it would virtually be impossible for him to find anyone to cultivate with for an entire year.

'No one messes with my right to putang.'

Valery sat watching the change of emotions on Ryan's face. She saw apprehension, confusion, anger, and anticipation play across his face before she couldn't handle the silence any longer.

"The reason I wanted to see you is to update you on the past three weeks and tell you about the event happening at the end of the month."

Drifting out of his thoughts, Ryan looked at Valery, waiting for her to continue.

"Over the past three weeks, your 99 other ranked classmates have made varying degrees of progress which you can check via your wristband." She said, pointing to the military-issued bracelet he got from the auditorium.

Bringing up his wristband, he focused his mental energy on the bracelet, and a series of options popped up.

Mentally clicking on the class option, he saw a list of 100 names, of which he was at the very bottom.

"Your class rank is determined by how many times and how much you enhance a female cadet of the first year. Any other activities aren't counted, for instance, with your servants or upperclassman."

Looking at the list of names, he saw the top name was Gregory Vanroth.

"What do these points mean?" Ryan asked as Gregory Vanroth had 2568.3 "points."

"Points are calculated based are calculated via our own system of enhancement. This ranks all enhancers as the same enhancer rank and only differentiates based on sperm quality. Typical F-Ranked quality sperm will enhance a cultivator by 100 points. E-Rank will enhance by 125, D-Rank by 175, C-Rank by 250, B-Rank by 350, and A-Rank by 500. The range varies; for instance, anyone with B-Rank quality will have at least 350 points per ejaculation but could be up to 499 points."

"Then it's just simple multiplication with how many times you've done the deed."

Nodding his head, Ryan understood.

"Do these points have any worth?" Having sex was great, but he'd rather be doing it with people with higher cultivation bases than just first years.

"Points can be traded in a 10:1 ratio with campus credits, and your total points allow you to attend special events on campus."

"Which reminds me of the real purpose of my wanting to talk with you."

"The first event is coming up at the end of the month, and the top 10 enhancer students in your class get to attend."

Ryan looked at Valery, seemingly not interested at all in the event, until he heard her next words.

"I heard you didn't get into any factions, which is why it's so important to you. The heads of all the factions run the event."

But all Ryan heard was, 'Mila will be there.'

His chance for revenge was coming.

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As Ryan walked back to his dorm, he went over his conversation with Valery in his mind.

After they talked about the faction party, Valery said he didn't miss much. Aside from the weekly classes, enhancer recruits were required to complete one mission per week that would be transmitted to their bracelets, but that was waved for the first month. Most of the time on campus for enhancers was spent looking for cultivators to "connect" with and then waiting for their bodies to recover enough to do it again.

He was thankful that he was in the enhancer class and not cultivators, as they had rigorous daily classes and a much more strict training regiment enforced on them.

But the most important thing he learned was about his bracelet. It let him access the academy shop, check out library books, and have a map of the campus he was currently looking at.

Ryan was about to turn into the "enhancer district", but when he looked up, he saw a familiar face approaching at rapid speed.

Emily was merrily strolling along with a group of three other classmates. She had met Rebecca, Jasmine, and Tiff (short for Tiffany) in her Advanced Mana Manipulation class which was for students who naturally excelled at controlling mana or were guided since their 18th birthday by private tutors.

Naturally, this class was mostly made up of nobles which made mingling in the class much more formal. Still, she had somehow made three friends who seemed to be genuinely nice.

Emily didn't have a lot of experience with friends, so when these three girls approached her on the first day of class, she felt extremely delighted. The four of them usually just hung out in their class and talked about cultivation, but today they invited her to the training arena with them.

"Jasmine, do you see that swine over there?" Tiff exclaimed, "His clothes are wet. Perhaps the swine just got done drinking with its snout."

Jasmine and Rebecca both looked where Tiff was pointing and saw an enhancer in uniform with his shirt soaked.

"Perhaps he was trying to take a bath but forgot to remove his shirt." Rebecca chortled, trying to stroke Tiff's enlarged ego.

It seemed to work as she and Rebecca responded with laughter that sounded like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

Rebecca wished she didn't have to be friends with those two spoiled brats, but her father said that daughters of a Marquess couldn't be denied the friendship they offered to a daughter of an Earl.

But the true thing she regretted was that the fourth girl with them was even more powerful than these two but was about as shrewd as a newborn kitten, allowing her to fall prey to the two she-devils.

Jasmine and Tiffany had come up with a plan to befriend Emily and exploit their friendship with a Duke's daughter into acquiring a high position within the faction all four of them had joined, The Golden Tridents.

At first, Rebecca had just known about the befriending part, and she was happy she might have someone in the group who wasn't a total asshat. But after their first few interactions, she could tell that this girl was very naïve and soon found out that Emily was the daughter of a Duke.

Upon this revelation, she confronted Jasmine and Tiffany, and they didn't even hide their plans from her, telling her if she blabbed, her family wouldn't survive the day.

Emily heard the words of the three girls, but after hearing what she thought was them ridiculing someone, she just assumed she misunderstood them again.

These three often talked like that with inferences in ways she thought were mocking, but they had kindly explained that they weren't mocking people. They were doing their noble duty of correcting the commoner's mistakes.

She remembered that Tiffany had explained that others might want to be her friend to use the fact she was a Duke's daughter for their benefit.

Emily smiled as she once again felt how lucky she was that she had come across such nice and considerate people.

'I'm lucky that I met the kindest people on campus,' She thought, 'Well, actually, second kindest people.' Blushing as she remembered her first day on campus.

Coming out of her thoughts, she took a look at the person the trio was talking about. She couldn't be the only noble present to not partake in the nobility of helping commoners correct themselves.

But as she looked at the face... "My Prince!"

Running past the three girls, she jumped and launched herself into Ryan's arms.

Catching Emily, Ryan chuckled, "How's my princess doing?"

Holding Emily in his arms, he gently sat her down and apologized, "Sorry, I'm so wet. That pet Valery keeps practically drenched me in water."

Ryan had been leaving Valery's office when that aquatic fish monster flung virtually half the river water at him. He had expected the little guy to strike, so he was prepared, but when the guy summoned Poseidon to blast him with water, he could only dodge so much.

"I don't mind," Emily giggled while being set down, "But that's strange that Aria would blast you with water. She only does it to those upperclassmen close to breaking through to the F-Rank in their cultivation. Even then, she only does it to the geniuses."

Emily appraised his face with a scrunched-up nose, "You aren't a girl, right?"

"You told me you'd be willing to be my prince before you left. That meant you're a man!"

As Emily cried, she realized what she said and blushed, turning her head towards the ground in embarrassment.

"I'm about as man as you can get," Ryan said, chuckling. Although he did have his fingers crossed, thinking, 'At least in every area but that.'

Seeing three figures approach them, Ryan looked at Emily and asked, "Are these your friends?"

Still holding on to Ryan's damp shirt, Emily let go and looked up to see her three "friends."

Blushing, she said, "These are my classmates, Rebecca, Jasmine, and Tif-"

Interrupting her, Tiffany walked over to Emily and said, "What are you doing, Emily?" Grabbing her arm, she started to drag her away, "You can't get too close to those swine."

Emily winced in pain as she was dragged away by Tiffany's vice-like grip.

"Stop it, Tiffany!" Emily cried as she tried to struggle out of her grip.

Tiffany ignored her cries and continued hauling her away. "You're not to get close to those filthy beasts, Emily. That's an order."

As she was being dragged away, Emily turned towards Ryan, her eyes looking into his with a plea.

Seeing Emily in pain, Ryan felt a burning rage ignite inside him. He oozed malice from his very being, his aura turning blood red.

Tiffany, who was carrying Emily away, shuttered as she felt the aura of a blood-sucking beast fixate on her.

Turning around, she looked at Ryan with wide eyes, but the next second, he disappeared, only to reappear in front of her clamping down with the force of a freight train onto her arm.

As Ryan gripped down with his right hand, he felt the arm holding Emily snap as her bone split in two.

Tiffany shrieked in pain and let go of Emily's hand as she felt her bone snap clean in half. Seeing her let go, Ryan's rage abated, and he turned to Emily and asked, "Are you alright, my princess?"

Emily was frightened when Tiffany came over and suddenly seized her hand. She had tried to pull away, but when she couldn't, she was overcome with fear. She was so afraid that she couldn't think straight enough to activate her powers. All she could do was look to Ryan with a plea.

Ryan said he would be her prince. Princes in the novels saved their princesses, but she knew it was only a fantasy; Ryan wasn't a cultivator. She closed her eyes as she felt a bruise starting to form on her delicate skin where Tiffany was clutching.

She started to cry when she felt the grip loosen and a voice like an angel sound in her ear, "Are you alright, my princess?"

Crying, Emily leaped into Ryan's arms as she couldn't control the sobs that came shuttering through her body.

Ryan turned to glare at the three girls and engraved the face of Tiffany into his mind before walking away with Emily safe in his embrace.

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"What's the update with subject one?" Darius asked in his customary gruff voice, "The last I heard, he was still unconscious."

Urisa looked at Darius, sitting across from her with a cigar in his mouth, blowing smoke that wafted and disappeared into the ceiling tiles above them.

"He's awake now and went to see First Lieutenant Valeria…." Urisa's words faltered as she seemed to have more but didn't know how.

"Dammit, woman. It's like a charade with you every time. Just get on with it, Major!"

"There seems to be a rumor going around campus that Lieutenant Valeria had an affair with subject one."

Seeing Darius about to rage, she continued, "Before you rant at me for bringing up silly rumors, I have located the source, and it appeared from one, Anthony Dire." She said, looking meaningfully at Darius, who calmed down and asked, "Is that true? That's not possible, right?"

Darius knew Ryan had fallen unconscious and had just only woken up. It should have been impossible for him to have done something so soon.

Sighing, Urisa responded, "The hub receptionist who sold the information to the gossip clubs recounted his words, and what he said only insinuated that it happened."

"However, since the possibility existed, I had the Lieutenant checked, and her test came back clean."

Nodding, Darius said, "Leak the test results to the gossip clubs confidentially. Let them think it came from one of their insiders."

Bowing, Urisa left the room to perform her duties.

"Harold, get me Dr. Rubenstein on the line." After Urisa left, Darius summoned his servant to call the second person from whom he had to get a report today.

After a few seconds, he received a notification on his heavenly screen that Dr. Rubenstein was calling.

A beautiful woman who looked in her early 20s appeared on his screen. Her white porcelain skin glowed as she basked in the sun.

"Hello, Dariussss," The Dr. said, her voice sounding like a snake sending an involuntary shiver down Darius' spine.

"Dr., have you anything to report on subject one's possible reasoning for unconsciousness?" Darius spoke as he gritted his teeth. He hated this woman, and while he was technically her superior, he knew that was anything but the truth.

Dr. Rubenstein had been hired by the grand empress, to turn Ryan into subject one successfully.

While she had been successful, after watching a session of hers, he had trouble sleeping for weeks.

pAn,Da-n0v e1,c The agonizing screams of pain still haunted his dreams as he remembered her torturing subject one for hours with a haunting smile plastered on her face.

"Now, now, Dariussss, issss that any way to talk to a gorgeoussss woman?" Her slithering words made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and he pressed his fingernails into his arm to keep from showing any emotion on his face.

Seeing no reaction from him, Dr. Rubenstein huffed and changed into her actual appearance, which looked like a wrinkled old hag one step away from madness.

Her skin was dry and turning gray as her face sported moles that had hair sprouting from them.

She smiled at the scowl that appeared on Darius' face, showing her two remaining teeth.

"I have indeed figured out why subject one fell unconscious." The old lady cooed, her voice no longer like a snake but rather one of an angel.

The change in her voice caused Darius to grimace even more as his sheer delirium towards this woman showed on his face.

But he did ask, "And what's the reason?"

The uncouth hag licked her chapped lips as they widened further, the dry skin crackling and breaking, causing blood to leak out.

Seeing the mad Dr. have such a smile, Darius felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, as he knew such a thing was never good.

"He's achieved the F-Rank in cultivation, activating his heavenly screen."

Ryan held Emily in his arms as he stroked her hair. She had mostly calmed down and was currently resting her head on his chest.

"Do you think I'm weak for crying?" Emily asked as she wiped her eyes and looked up at Ryan.

Looking into her eyes, he smiled, "No. I would only think you were weak if you didn't fight back."

Seeing the emerald green eyes she adored so dearly and hearing his words, she couldn't stay gloomy for long.

Sitting up, she questioned, "I just don't understand. Why did she grab me like that?"

Emily had the hardest time wrapping her mind around the fact that her seemingly thoughtful friend had tried to hurt her and order her not to see Ryan again.

Ryan thought for a moment before asking, "She called me a swine. Does she insult people like that a lot?"

"She's not insulting them. She's performing the noble act of correcting commoner's mistakes," Emily responded, looking at Ryan like he should know better.

Ryan massaged his forehead and sighed.

This girl was more naïve than he thought.

Lightly grasping Emily by the shoulders, he looked into her eyes and said, "Emily, she lied to you. She only likes insulting people."

Widening her eyes, Emily shook her head, "No, no, she said that normal people wouldn't understand and that you had to be in the know to know. And that I now know I am in the know if someone who isn't in the know says that; I should tell them no, they aren't in the know."

Ryan brained took a second to process all the o's contained in such a dense grouping of words before asking, "Emily, who does a princess trust most in the world?"

Blinking up at Ryan, Emily responded, "Her prince."

"Would a prince ever lie to their princess?"

"Never!" Emily said, gripping Ryan's shirt and staring up at him fervently.

"After being saved by her prince, would the princess defend her attacker against her prince?"

"Never!" Emily shouted passionately, now completely engrossed in Ryan's words.

"Would I not be the prince who saved you, my princess, from your attacker Tiffany?"

Widening her eyes in realization, her mouth fell open. She tried to come up with some counter, but she couldn't.

Slowly closing her mouth, Emily sheepishly said, "I'm sorry."

Patting her head, Ryan said, "It's okay. I forgive you."

"Now, let's go to a place where you can meet some real friends." A slow smile started to appear at the corners of his mouth as an idea started to form, allowing him to not only rank in the top 10 by the end of the week but get an endless amount of pleasure while doing it.

School was about to get a lot more interesting.

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Standing in front of a big football field, Ryan and Emily had opposing expressions plastered on their faces.

Ryan held a large smile while Emily's brow was raised in puzzlement.

"How are we going to make friends here?"

Turning toward Emily, Ryan said, "It's simple, we join the school's sports club."

"Sports are a great way of meeting people."

'Plus, girls love the captain of the football team.' Ryan added in his mind.

Ryan had seen the sports club advertisements in the hub that proclaimed them the biggest campus club. Figuring it would be an easy way to meet and show off to the ladies, Ryan had decided to at least see what the club was about.

While talking with Emily, he realized that she would be isolated if she were without friends, so he decided to bring her along.

Walking up to the duo was a purple-haired girl with her hair tucked into a baseball cap with the words "Tiger Squad" written on it.

He could see she wore the number 7 on her purple jersey that had a captain tag on her right shoulder.

"Are you too looking to join the sports club?" She asked, her brown eyes scanning the duo, "We're just getting a game started. Care to join?" She said, indicating behind her to 18 other people on the field.

Nodding, Ryan stretched out his hand and said, "I'm Anthony. This is Emily. We'd love to join you." Glancing at his hand, the girl grinned at him, turned towards the field, and started running away, "I'll shake your hand if you can beat me, Anthony."

Seeing the girl run off, Ryan got a glint in his eye and turned to Emily, "Let's show them what Royalty can do."

Nodding vehemently, Emily started running toward the field. She looked at the girl running away and swore she would teach that arrogant brat a lesson.

No one refused a handshake from her prince and get's away with it.

As Ryan got to the opposite side of the field from the Tiger Squad, he met with his other nine teammates: eight girls and one man.

Ryan had also noticed two males on the other team and asked, "Why are so many guys in the sports club?"

The male-to-female population on campus was close to 1:1000. Seeing three guys out of nineteen was definitely out of the ordinary.

A girl with abnormally large breasts wearing the number 22 answered, "Enhancers like you don't have a lot of class time, and I heard you have a requirement for physical activity that can be met by joining the sports club."

The only other male on the team nodded his head in agreement.

"So, how does this game work?" Ryan asked as he saw that seems weren't the same on earth.

The goalposts that one could score a goal in were about twice as long as normal and almost three times the height.

Emily looked at him, questioning, "You don't know how to play Nova Ball?"

Seeing Ryan shake his head, Emily beamed, "Then I'll explain it to you!"

"The objective of the game is to score goals with the Nova Ball by getting it in those nets."

"Each time you score a goal into the net, your team gets one point, and the first to five points is the winner!"

"You can't touch the ball with your hands or go out of those white lines around the field. There are rules like offsides and penalties, but you'll learn those as you go." Emily said nonchalantly, waving her hand in placation.

Ryan's eyebrows twitched as Emily brushed over the most complex part of the game and prayed the rules were the same as the Football (American Soccer) he was used to.

"Hm… anything else?" Emily said as she tapped her chin, contemplating.

"You forgot the most important part for him," Number 22, who spoke up earlier, added, "While playing Nova Ball, cultivators aren't allowed to activate any energy besides enhancing their kick. However, the ball can calculate how strong the cultivator is and adjust accordingly, making the game actually favor the enhancers."

Confused, Ryan asked, "What do you mean?"

"Say I am 500 energy points away from F-Rank. The ball will detect that and adjust my kick to that strength. However, if I can't control my full energy, I might only be able to output the strength of 550 energy points away from F-Rank, making my kick weaker than someone who has no energy and can always exude their full power."

Ryan's eyes lit up, and asked, "So, Nova Ball allows you to practice your energy control?"

Nodding, she said, "Not only that, but the Nova Ball itself is a treasure, allowing a cultivator to gain a higher energy control if they score while using at least 80% of their energy's maximum power."

Ryan was eager to play, but he had to ask, "Then why are the goals so big? Won't it be too easy to score?"

Emily, who was waiting for her chance to jump in, immediately answered, "It's because the goalie can use their energy for speed, but if they're fast enough, they have to wear special shoes that limit their speed, but that's only for people with heavenly screens."

Nodding in agreement, number 22 said, "Correct, and the goalie will gain a slight improvement to their speed control if they stop a ball from getting into the net."

"Nova Ball is an official sport of the four great empires, and an official tournament is held every ten years, including all the major empires and kingdoms. Even the Dawn Pavilion has a team and has won the last three tournaments in a row!"

Ryan wasn't too surprised that sports were such a popular event. He had seen stadiums filled with fans on earth and had heard of events being watched by hundreds of millions of people.

While this world contained cultivation and magic, he could feel the imperceptible connection to earth, especially in the academy.

The internet, cell phones, academies, and now sports.

The world had dragons, demons, and a system, for fucks sake. There was no coincidence that he had heard about them on earth, Ryan was sure. The worlds had to be connected. Somehow.

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Tiger Squad started the kick-off with number 7 taking the lead. She quickly ran past the first three players on Ryan's side of the field, showing off her coordinated dribbling skills.

As she traveled down the field, Ryan noticed the glaringly obvious fact that both teams didn't know how to position.

All the Tiger Squad's midfielders and their forwards advanced toward the ball like bees buzzing toward honey.

On his team, since the ball was on their side of the field, everyone except for him and the goalie ran toward the ball mindlessly.

Sighing, Ryan tried to see if he could activate his energy but was surprised to find that he could only use it to fuel his legs for kicking, not for speed.

As the Tiger Squad slowly made progress toward his net Ryan looked at the oncoming pack of players with a smile and made his way over to join in the fun.

"Pass the ball, 7!" 15 called out from across the field.

Seeing her open, 7 kicked the ball as hard as she could but felt that she only could control 60% of her possible strength.

"Ugh, I hope I score today," 7 mumbled as she watched the ball fall short.

"Huh? When did he get there?" 15 cried as she saw Ryan appear and intercept the pass attempt.

Stopping the ball with his feet, Ryan tapped the ball, but instead of kicking it, he saw the world turn upside down as his face hit the dirt.

When he tried to kick the ball, it felt as solid as a rock and must have weighed almost 250 pounds.

Realizing his mistake, Ryan stood up and poured a small amount of energy into his legs and feet.

This time the ball moved about a foot before stopping.

He would have tried to use more energy, but 15 appeared in front of him and stole the ball, passing it to 7, who was in front of their goal.

Ryan watched helplessly as 7 scored the goal and turned to look at him, sticking out her tongue.

Shrugging off her attempt to upset him, Ryan joined the rest of his team, who tried to cheer him up.

"It's your first game. You'll get used to it," 22 said, "By the way, what should I call you? In Nova Ball, we call people by the number on our jersey, but since it's your first game, I can't call you the cute guy." She said, blinking innocently.

"You can call me Anthony."

"That's Emily," Ryan said, nodding to Emily, who was red in the face after running for the first time in her life.

"Anthony . . . I don't know if I can . . . do this," Emily said while gasping for air.

Walking over to her, Ryan laid a hand on her shoulder, "My princess wouldn't be thinking of quitting now, would she?"

"How would it look for a princess to leave her prince's side during a battle?" Ryan didn't care about the game, but if Emily would quit at the first hurdle on the road, she couldn't stand by his side.

Ryan had a goal that was bigger than any in this world, and he couldn't allow anything or anyone to hold him back.

Even if he had fun spending time with the naïve green-haired beauty, they'd eventually have to part ways if she quit now.

Not knowing the outcome of her entire life would be shifted massively based on her decision, Emily looked up at Ryan's face.

She gazed into his loving emerald eyes, her lips automatically curling up into a smile.

Wrapping her arms around Ryan, she said, "Don't worry, my prince, I'll protect you."

Letting go of Ryan, she ran toward the center, shouting, "You girls stink! Celebrate while you can because that will be the only goal you score today!"

Watching Emily run away, Ryan chuckled and started to run after her.

There was still time to win this game yet.

Dribbling the ball, Emily felt sweat pour down her forehead, her back aching, and her legs on fire.

Her body had told her to quit countless times, but she knew she couldn't.

Looking up from the ball, Emily surveyed the field and noticed Ryan waving his hand.

Bringing her leg back, she kicked will all her might, sending the ball flying.

Stopping the momentum of the ball with his chest, Ryan watched the ball travel down to his right foot, which was already infused with his energy.

Slamming the sole of his foot into the ball, he watched as the ball traveled…

"Yes! We won!" Fist pumping up in the air, Ryan shouted, followed by the cheers of his teammates.

Looking over toward Emily, he saw her running over to him with a wide smile on her face.

Outstretching his arms, he awaited her arrival with a smile of his own.

Reaching Ryan, Emily jumped into his arms, curling her legs around his back.

Feeling Ryan's hands secure her waist made her feel safe and protected.

She loved this feeling, it made her feel a warmth she had never experienced before, and she wanted more.

Gazing into his eyes, she felt a bubbly sensation fill her stomach, and without knowing what she was doing, she leaned in and kissed his lips.

After holding it for a second, she opened her eyes wide, pushed off Ryan, and ran away.

Watching Emily's outline fade into the distance, Ryan sighed.

He knew she likely was overwhelmed with emotions and just acted on impulse.

Hoping she wouldn't regret her decision, but knowing he couldn't change the outcome, he turned his attention to the woman he had just beaten, number 7.

Walking over to her, he stretched out his hand, saying, "I think someone owes me a handshake if I recall."

Chuckling lightly, number seven shrugged and said, "I don't recall that."

Raising his eyebrows, Ryan was about to disregard this one as bratty, but then he saw her hands shaking.

Looking closer, he saw her fists were balled tight, with her fingernails pressed into her skin, causing it to turn red.

'I met a tsundere already?'

Taking back his hand Ryan turned around to leave.

He wasn't interested in playing games, he had a ranking ladder to climb.

Watching Ryan turn his back to leave, Avery shouted, "Wait! I'm sorry . . . My name's Avery."

Surprised, Ryan spun around, "Gave up the act so soon?"

Turning red, Avery shouted, "W-What act?! I j-just have to tell you something, that's all!" She said, trying to sound convincing.

"The sports club is having an event for enhancers. Since you are now part of the club, you have to come!"

"It's in room A14 in the Blue Eagles dorm at 8 pm," Avery said while running off.

Ryan shook his head as he watched the girl leave.

"I don't know when I joined the club..."

"Still, an event for enhancers… I like the sound of that."

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Lizzy slowly opened her eyes as she saw two blurry outlines sitting across from her.

Slowing sitting up, Lizzy wiped her eyes and yawned.

"Sis, why are you so big now?" Lizzy asked as she recognized one of the blurry outlines as her sister.

But her sister had grown from her memory. Her legs were longer, hips wider, and her chest plumper.

"What's with the accessories? Are we pretending we've found the one again?" She said as she looked at Izzy's tail, wings, and horns.

"Sister, I think we should give up and marry a Demon. Then at least, we'd be leaving mother some grandchildren before we passed."

Noticing her sister starting to cry, she paused, "Izzy, why are you crying? We've had this conversation hundreds of times. You should get over your obsession with finding the one and move on."

"Sister, don't you remember? We found him!" Izzy shouted, crying while running over to Lizzy.

"You can see again! Our curses are suppressed! Soon we'll complete the ceremony and be finally rid of the curse."

Lizzy looked at her sister in confusion. Found him? Him? "Sister, don't tell me your fantasy of finding a male chosen has caused you to turn delirious."

"Just because I can see doesn't mean…." Trailing off, Lizzy's eyes widened,

"I can see… I can see!" Breaking out in a gleeful smile, tears flowing down her cheek, she hugged her sister.

"I can't believe it, sister! We've found him! We've found him! He's accepted us."

Watching the two sisters hug, Mara felt awkward seeing such an intimate moment.

But she was happy for the sisters. Being born a cursed, their luck was already rock bottom.

Each race had a chance for their offspring to be born with a curse, but being born a demon cursed was the worst. Each race's curse was different. For humans, cursed children were born without the ability to walk. Dragons born cursed had no wings. Phoenix cursed were born with no feathers. But demons who were cursed were born slowly deteriorating until they couldn't turn into their true forms and started to develop disabilities, like Lizzy's blindness. Eventually, they'd succumb to their curses and die.

Mara didn't know the reason why curses affected demons the worst, but she had read in one of her mother's books that there had been a time when curses didn't exist on Ravier.

But that was in the days before the heavens descended. What was now known as the "Dark Days."

Seeing the two sisters like this, Mara felt a twinge of jealousy.

Their lives thus far had been filled with struggles and hardships, but in the end, they found someone who would accept them.

She was still alone. It's not like she was cursed and could be converted into his follower.

'What am I thinking? Would I even want that?'

'You've just met him, Mara. You don't know anything about him.' Mara had just met Ryan and was already thinking about pledging herself to him.

But even if she wanted to pledge herself, she'd still have to get her mother's approval.

Even though she had defied her mother, she wouldn't risk her true iry.

'But how can I stay with him?' Biting her lip, Mara felt she couldn't risk losing him, but her fear of her mother wouldn't let her commit.

'I heard commoners do this thing called 'dating,' which is like courting but with more intimacy.'

'I wonder if he'd be willing to date me?' Mara felt a twinge of hope enter her heart as she prayed he would be.

Ryan walked back to the dorms, checking his heavenly screen.

[Curse: Primal Evolution]

[In times of great emotion, you will feel your thinking is instinctive rather than calculated. Your mind will turn into that of a beast only acting on its primal nature]

[Evolution Stage: Infancy]

[Note: Upgrade your evolutionary stage to increase your control over this curse, eventually turning it from a hindrance into your own power]

The evolution stage, which had just been N/A, now said infancy but didn't have a progress bar like his cultivation, which was now up from 3% to 15% after his fornication session with the three girls.

'Hopefully, this helps with my stamina.'

Ryan arrived at his door, breathing in.

After opening that door, he knew there was no going back. He'd officially step on the path of a Harem Overlord.

Crowning his first harem member.

Holding the doorknob, Ryan paused before pushing forward. Claiming his destiny.

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