Harem Master: Seduction System - Chapter 84

Chapter 84: New Abilities Of Harem God System
The cavern was eerily silent, save for the faint settling of dust and debris. The massive form of the Azure Spirit Lion lay motionless before Alaric, its once-majestic mane now limp and dulled. Alaric knelt beside it, trembling hands pressed against its colossal chest. A strange glow enveloped both him and the beast, pulsating with raw energy as the ritual began.

The lion’s essence, the very core of its being, surged into Alaric like a raging torrent. He gasped, his body stiffening as the transfer began to reshape him from the inside out. Every fiber of his being was burning, rebuilding itself with a power that felt both exhilarating and unbearable.

The first change hit his bones. He could feel them shifting, solidifying, becoming denser than steel. It was as if his very skeleton was being reforged in the lion’s essence. His muscles followed, expanding and contracting in waves of excruciating growth. The fibers grew thicker, denser, their newfound strength radiating outward.

Alaric’s nerves crackled with energy, every sensation suddenly magnified. He could hear the faint trickle of water dripping from the cavern ceiling, the distant groan of shifting rock. Even his own heartbeat sounded like thunder in his ears. His magic circuits lit up like a web of fire, glowing with newfound intensity as the lion’s essence integrated with his own.

His chest heaved as his heart pounded harder and faster, its rhythm steady and unyielding. Each beat resonated with power, flooding his body with vitality. His blood surged like a tidal wave, carrying the essence of the lion through his veins, amplifying his stamina and regenerative abilities. Cuts and bruises vanished in moments, leaving his skin unblemished.

As the overwhelming transformation raged on, a sudden notification from his Harem God System pierced through the chaos in his mind:

[Due to the strength of Host’s Magic Circuits surpassing that of the Sixteen Years Of Age, the Second Awakening of Host shall now begin! The system will now return all the experience points accumulated in the last seven years and amplify them five times before adding them to the experience points and start to raise the Host’s level.]

‘What?’ Alaric’s mind reeled, barely able to process the words. Before he could even form another thought, a deluge of energy crashed into him. Memories of battles fought, victories earned, and lessons learned flooded his consciousness. Every scrap of experience he had gathered over the past seven years came rushing back, magnified fivefold. His body shuddered under the weight of it all.

“What the hell is happening to me?” he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice barely audible over the roaring in his ears. The system’s relentless voice answered:

[Experience Points Accumulated: 1,577,213. After amplification, total Experience Points: 7,886,065. Initiating level advancement.]

The words were clinical, detached, but the effects were anything but. Alaric felt his entire being surge with a power he had never known. His level, stagnant at 19 for years, exploded upward. Level 20 came and went in a blink, and the numbers kept climbing. Each increase brought with it a rush of strength, knowledge, and capability.

‘Twenty-three. Twenty-five. Thirty. Gods, this is insane!’ he thought, his eyes wide as the progression continued. His body glowed brighter with each milestone, the light searing through the cavern like a beacon.

Finally, the ascent began to slow. Level 39 came and went, and at last, the system announced:

[Current Level: 42.]

Alaric dropped to his knees, gasping for air. His body felt like it was on fire, but the pain was overshadowed by the sheer power coursing through him. He clenched his fists, marveling at the strength in his grip. He felt invincible, unstoppable.

“Unbelievable,” he whispered, his voice laced with awe. “I’ve… I’ve never felt anything like this.”

The system wasn’t done yet:

[Congratulations, Host. With your advancement, you have unlocked new abilities.]

“New abilities?” Alaric repeated, his curiosity piqued. Before he could ask more, the system elaborated:

[Heart’s Whisper: Unlocked at Level 20. This ability allows the Host to plant subtle thoughts and desires into a woman’s mind, influencing her subconscious feelings toward you. Particularly effective in one-on-one conversations.]

“Subtle and manipulative. I like it,” Alaric murmured, a sly grin spreading across his face.

[Seductive Gaze: Unlocked at Level 30. Host’s eyes can entrance and mesmerize, temporarily lowering inhibitions and increasing susceptibility to charm. Highly effective on noblewomen, guild members, and mid-tier mages.]

He chuckled. “Noblewomen and mages, huh? Looks like I’ll be charming the high society now.”

[Dreamwalker: Unlocked at Level 40. This ability allows the Host to enter a woman’s dreams, influencing her desires, shaping her fantasies, and planting lasting feelings toward you. Highly effective on resistant targets.]

Alaric’s grin widened into a full smirk. “Dreamwalker? Oh, now that’s just unfair. No one can resist me now.”

His mind raced with possibilities. These abilities weren’t just powerful—they were perfect for his plans. He could already envision how he would use them to sway allies, manipulate enemies, and build his influence across the kingdom.

The system fell silent, leaving Alaric alone with his thoughts and his newfound strength. He looked down at the Azure Spirit Lion’s lifeless body, his expression sobering.

“You… you gave me everything,” he said softly. “I won’t waste it. I’ll make sure your sacrifice means something.”

The knowledge the lion had imparted—rituals, incantations, the secrets of its essence—burned in his mind, urging him forward. He placed his hands on the lion’s chest, steadying himself.

“This is just the beginning,” he muttered, his voice firm. “I’ll honor your gift. And one day… one day, I’ll bring you back.”

He closed his eyes and began the final stage of the ritual. The lion’s essence, now a part of him, surged once more, solidifying its bond with his soul. The cavern’s faint glow dimmed as the last remnants of the lion’s energy faded, leaving Alaric transformed, empowered, and ready to face whatever lay ahead.

He rose to his feet, standing taller and stronger than ever. His gaze swept across the ruined cavern, determination burning in his eyes.

“Time to show this world what I can do,” he said, his voice echoing with newfound confidence.

The cavern was a wreck, its walls scorched and crumbling, littered with the remnants of battle. Alaric took a deep breath, his glowing hands resting against the massive form of the Azure Spirit Lion one last time before standing. His body still buzzed with the incredible power he’d absorbed, but there was no time to revel in his newfound strength. Around him lay the battered forms of his companions, their labored breaths the only sign of life amidst the destruction.

Rosalind, Illona, and Merja were the closest, their bodies slumped against debris, their armor cracked and scorched. Alaric’s gaze lingered on Rosalind, her crimson hair wild and untamed, her expression soft even in unconsciousness. The curves of her body, her torn robes clinging to her, drew his eye. His lips tightened into a smirk, though concern flickered briefly in his mind.

“You always find a way to keep me distracted, don’t you?” he muttered, kneeling beside her. His hands glowed with the soft green light of “Nature’s Balm”, his healing spell, as he stabilized her injuries. “Don’t worry, Rosalind. I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

Rosalind stirred faintly, a soft moan escaping her lips as the magic worked through her. Alaric moved to Illona next, her silvery hair splayed out around her, her slim figure as striking as ever despite the grime and blood.

“You’ve been fighting hard, haven’t you, Illona?” he said softly, placing his hands on her abdomen and letting “Nature’s Balm” work its magic. “I’ll take care of you.”

Lastly, he approached Merja, her golden skin and athletic build still radiating strength despite her injuries. A flicker of admiration passed through him as he took in her toned frame. Her breathing was shallow but steady.

“You really gave it your all,” he murmured, his voice tinged with respect. “You’re incredible, Merja. Let’s make sure you’re around to hear me say that when you wake up.”

As he stabilized each of them, Alaric couldn’t help but let his gaze linger. The rise and fall of their chests, the curves of their bodies, the softness of their skin—it all stirred something primal within him. But there was more to do.

Standing, he cast “Titan’s Might”, a strength enhancement spell, the crimson glow enveloping him like a second skin. His muscles surged with power, making it easy for him to lift the three women one by one. He carried them out of the cavern’s immediate danger zone, his steps sure despite the uneven terrain.

Finding a smaller cave hidden within the craggy rocks, he laid them down gently on a bed of moss and stone. The soft light of the fading day filtered through a crack above, illuminating their faces. Alaric’s expression shifted into something unreadable as he watched them.

“You three are too important to let go,” he said quietly. “And now, you’ll be even more important.”

His gaze darkened as he thought of the others. Back in the main cavern, Halvard and Goran were still unconscious amid the rubble. Unlike the women, Alaric had no interest in saving them.

“Useless deadweight,” he muttered, his voice cold. “You idiots nearly ruined everything.”

He returned to the cavern, where the two men lay amidst debris. They were barely alive, their breaths ragged and shallow. Alaric raised his hand, summoning the deep crimson flames of “Infernal Pyre” spell.

“Consider this your final contribution to the cause,” he said, his tone devoid of emotion. With a flick of his wrist, the flames leapt from his palm, engulfing Halvard and Goran in an inferno. Their screams were brief, the fire consuming them quickly. Alaric watched impassively as the flames turned their forms to ash.

“No loose ends,” he muttered, turning away and making his way back to the hidden cave.

Inside, the women remained unconscious, their breaths steady. Alaric knelt beside Rosalind, brushing a strand of crimson hair from her face. He closed his eyes and activated his newly acquired ability, Dreamwalker. Instantly, his consciousness entered her mind, the transition seamless and intoxicating.

Rosalind’s dream was vivid, a lush garden filled with roses and the scent of jasmine. She stood in the center, her crimson hair cascading down her back, her body adorned in a flowing red gown that accentuated her curves. She turned, and her eyes lit up as she saw Alaric standing before her.

“Alaric?” she said, her voice filled with warmth and longing.

He stepped toward her, his smile disarming. “Rosalind. You’re even more breathtaking than usual.”

Her cheeks flushed as she averted her gaze. “You always know how to charm me.”

“I’m not just charming you,” he said, taking her hand. “I’m telling you the truth. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

The dream shifted, the garden fading into a moonlit balcony. Rosalind leaned against the railing, her eyes fixed on the stars. Alaric stood behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist.

“You’ve always been my rock, Rosalind,” he whispered into her ear. “I need you. More than anyone else.”

Her breath hitched, her body leaning into his. “I’ve always been yours, Alaric. You just had to ask.”

Satisfied, Alaric withdrew from her mind, his smirk widening. ‘She’ll wake up even more devoted,’ he thought, turning to Illona.

Using Dreamwalker again, he entered Illona’s dreams. Her world was an ethereal forest, the trees glowing with an otherworldly light. She sat by a crystal-clear stream, her silver hair shimmering like moonlight.

“Illona,” Alaric said, his voice carrying through the dreamscape. She turned, her eyes widening in surprise and delight.

“Alaric? How did you find me here?” she asked, rising to her feet.

He stepped closer, his presence magnetic. “I’ll always find you, Illona. No matter where you are.”

She smiled, her cheeks tinged with a delicate blush. “You always know what to say.”

The dream shifted, and they were dancing beneath a canopy of glowing stars. Illona’s movements were graceful, her body pressed against his. Alaric leaned in, his voice a low murmur.

“I’ve always admired your strength and grace. But it’s your heart that truly captivates me.”

Her breath caught, her eyes locking with his. “I’ve always felt something for you, Alaric. Maybe now I’m ready to admit it.”

Finally, Alaric turned his attention to Merja. Her dream was a vast battlefield, her golden skin glowing as she stood victorious over countless foes. She turned, her expression softening as she saw him approach.

“Alaric,” she said, lowering her weapon. “What are you doing here?”

He smirked. “I couldn’t stay away. You’re too impressive to ignore.”

She chuckled, her confidence unshaken. “Flattery won’t get you far with me.”

“Who said anything about flattery?” he countered, stepping closer. “I’m just stating the obvious. You’re strong, beautiful, and completely captivating.”

Her lips quirked into a smirk. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that.”

The battlefield faded, replaced by a roaring fire and a cozy tent. Merja sat beside him, her gaze intense.

“You’re different, Alaric,” she said. “I don’t trust easily, but with you… it feels right.”

He reached out, his hand brushing against hers. “Then trust me, Merja. Let me be the one who stands beside you, who fights for you.”

When Alaric finally withdrew from Merja’s dream, he let out a breath, satisfaction written all over his face. ‘They’re mine now,’ he thought, his confidence unshakable. He leaned back against the cave wall, the soft glow of the setting sun casting shadows across the women.

“This is only the beginning,” he murmured to himself, a grin spreading across his face. “Together, we’ll conquer everything.”