Did I just… unlock it?
That was the first thought that crossed Ryuji's mind. Surprised, yes—but not completely unprepared.
After all, Seria had already pulled something like this on him once before.
Back then, she had drained every bit of his levels and stats from 7 Days to Die, leaving him with some half-formed, incomplete version of "Primordial Power." Now she had emptied out his world energy and his accumulated points again. Chances were, it was something of the same kind.
Ryuji's earlier suspicions felt more and more likely—something inside him, this so-called "world power," wasn't just random junk. It was useful to Seria.
Or rather… to be precise, something—from another world.
But then—
"Why the hell does it feel so good to stop caring about morals?"
Ryuji looked down at his hands, frowning at the odd sensation coursing through him. Something about him wasn't right.
It was like a strange kind of liberation. As if he had given up on everything. No fear, no shame, no hesitation. That reckless freedom you only get when you're a kid—no morals, no social rules, no responsibilities. Just doing whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted.
And that was dangerous. He knew it.
Rules weren't there just to protect others. They were also there to protect himself. If he were strong enough to create and destroy entire universes with a single thought, maybe this "no-rules freedom" wouldn't matter. But he wasn't there yet.
As he pondered, he felt Seria's concerned gaze on him.
Ryuji had been muttering in his sleep—words about blood, killing, even cursing out that name "Kiri." Seria had always known he was a womanizer, a shameless flirt who gathered girls wherever he went, but still, her heart was heavy with worry.
And strangely enough… though she disliked the idea of sharing him with other women, for some reason she couldn't bring herself to resent it.
She didn't understand why she felt that way. But as the simple village girl she believed herself to be, the only thing she could do was care for him, comfort him, stay by his side.
"Ryuji… what's wrong?"
She lowered her head, gently running her fingers through his hair, her voice soft with worry.
But her movement made her not-so-small chest sway before his eyes. Ryuji's gaze instinctively locked on, and a wave of desire surged up within him.
And as soon as the desire rose, his hand moved on its own—grabbing, squeezing, kneading that soft, perfect fullness.
Especially that one tender pink buds hidden in pale skin… he trapped it between his fingers, and Seria's body shivered with a shock she couldn't suppress.
"Ahn~!"
A startled gasp escaped her lips.
Across from them, Sizki and Rosh turned their heads at the sound—only to be greeted with the sight of Ryuji lying in Seria's lap, shamelessly groping her breasts with both hands.
Rosh's lips twitched in disbelief. Sizki covered her face with one hand, sighing.
She was beyond words at this point.
Seria's face burned scarlet. One hand covered her mouth, the other tried weakly to stop Ryuji's wandering hand. If it were just the two of them, she wouldn't resist no matter what he did—but here, in broad daylight, in front of others…
"R-Ryuji, stop…"
But Ryuji didn't feel the slightest guilt. To him, the world itself had become nothing but a shadow.
"Don't be shy, Seria."
He sat up, gently pressing a finger against her lips. His voice was soft, his eyes full of warmth.
"You're mine. Of course I should let you feel my love anytime, anywhere. If not for my reluctance to let other men see your body, I'd carry you in my arms and join with you—traveling across the world as one."
His gaze was sincere. His words were filled with conviction.
At that moment, Ryuji could have claimed to be the most honest man alive—for everything he said and did came straight from his heart.
No restraint. No hesitation. Just instinct.
"Ah…"
Seria's mind went blank. Partly from his words, partly from his brazen attitude.
Join together and travel the world as one…
She knew exactly what he meant. Her face grew even redder as her thoughts tangled into chaos.
"You… what's gotten into you?"
Sizki frowned. She knew Ryuji was lustful and unashamed about it, but she had also learned that he wasn't the kind of man who forced it. If a woman wasn't interested, he would back off, even apologize when scolded.
But this? This was different.
He looked like a man who had cast away all restraint, all shame, all reason.
Her words caught Ryuji's attention. He released Seria, then casually ran his fingers through his hair. With a flick, he used that mysterious new power to style it into something sharp and striking. He looked up at Sizki with a dazzling smile.
"Oh, Sizki. Don't let my words bother you. What you see now is simply me, freed from useless morals and rules."
He felt perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Now he understood—the world was nothing but want and don't want.
And he, Ryuji—the Harem King—was destined to make every beauty in this world bear his children!
He should stand on a high altar, showering his essence upon the world, while countless women fought to receive his gift!
He should be the supreme male of this planet—the one and only Harem King!
His lips curled into a wild grin. This wasn't confidence anymore—it was arrogance, madness, an aura of domination that made him seem untouchable.
Sizki's frown deepened. This wasn't just lust. He looked like someone whose mind had been ensnared by a dangerous force. She had seen this before—this was why Ghost Swordsmen were shunned and feared.
Because at any moment, they could lose control.
Her voice trembled as she asked the obvious:
"You… your so-called 'fortune'… it wouldn't happen to be some strange power, would it?"
Ryuji understood what she meant. But he also knew the truth.
His values hadn't changed. His mind was still sharp.
But now? Now his instincts were unleashed, his hesitation stripped away. No more fear of the unknown. No more chains of morality.
Not corruption. Not madness.
Just freedom.
Ryuji leaned back lazily, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"Well, I guess you're not wrong. But right now, I'd say I've stripped away everything society tried to force on me. This is the real me—unrestrained, indulgent. So… want to join my harem, Sizki? I've wanted to lick your legs and ass for a long time! And breasts? She's absolutely amazing too!"
He spoke with genuine admiration.
Sizki pressed her lips together tightly. She had always carried herself through the world on the strength of her fists, her power and skill the first thing people saw when they faced her—that was exactly how she wanted it.
But Ryuji, ignoring her strength entirely, speaking as if she was nothing more than a face and a body…
"You're infuriating."
Her fists clenched.
"So, is this a challenge? You should know—I don't treat enemies kindly. Even without this new power liberating me, I wouldn't spare anyone who stood against me." Ryuji said.
Ryuji found her defiance amusing, so he prepared to tease her further. Right now, he felt like doing whatever he pleased.
"Relax. I'm not planning to fight you," Sizki said.
Sizki, though she followed the path of the Iron Fist—unyielding, unbroken—had no intention of rushing into a fight she couldn't win. To her, fighting Ryuji now would be meaningless. It would just hand him the victory he wanted.
Iron Fist didn't mean blind recklessness. It meant charging forward no matter how difficult the road, never giving up on one's goal. It meant finding a way past whatever obstacles lay ahead.
Not wasting your life slamming headfirst into a wall. That wasn't Iron Fist—that was stupidity.
Because if you did that, everything you wanted to protect, everything you needed to achieve, would end there.
Fists weren't meant just to serve one's ego—they represented a way of life, a way of facing the world.
Unless, of course, your whole purpose in life was simply to fight.
"What a shame," Ryuji muttered, watching Sizki turn her head away.
Even in his so-called "liberated" state, his core values hadn't changed. He just became… impulsive, like a drunk speaking without restraint. He still believed, deep down, as long as you don't make yourself my enemy, I won't touch you—even if you're the most beautiful woman alive. Unless you want me to.
Only those who opposed him, only the truly wicked, would be fair game.
Because otherwise, forcing himself on someone would just be tasteless.
The women he would crush without mercy were the ones who deserved a bullet anyway: bandit queens, murderous princesses, female villains of evil cults, those chaotic, trouble-making beauties who brought misery wherever they went. To them, he would show no pity.
Ryuji chuckled, rubbing his chin.
"Guess I really am a hopeless slave to beauty. I'll let gorgeous women off the hook just because I can't bear to see them bleed."
Normally he would never have said something like that aloud, even if he thought it. He still had his pride, his sense of face.
But now? Shame didn't exist for him.
He could say it boldly, brazenly, without the slightest trace of guilt.
"Which means…" His eyes gleamed with dangerous light. "Let Hendon Myre be the first step on my road to becoming the Harem King!"
Ryuji rose up in the carriage, his aura flaring wildly. Power surged through him, shredding his clothes in a burst of energy and revealing his muscular body to the sun.
Bathed in light, he raised his fist high and struck toward the sky.
"I, Ryuji, Harem King—will return to the skies and reclaim my Harem King's throne!"
A torrent of power exploded from his punch, shooting into the sky. Before the stunned eyes of all around him, it pierced through the clouds of Arad and detonated just beneath the great magical barrier, blossoming into a spectacular firework.
The sheer force left Sizki and Rosh speechless. Even the horses pulling the carriage collapsed to the ground, trembling too much to move.
Ryuji, meanwhile, felt nothing strange at all. He kept drawing on the seething power of resentment.
But with that power came voices—endless voices, filling his ears with curses, hatred, and desire.
"Kiri…"
"Enhance…"
"Cash-shop sets…"
"Epics…"
"Why… always materials again?!"
"My weapon!!"
A flood of rage and obsession crashed through him: the lust to dominate women, the urge to slaughter, the desire to destroy Arad, to butcher the game's designers, to kill the blessedly lucky players. It was an ocean of curses hurled at fate itself.
There were wishes of kindness, too, but they were drowned beneath the tide of negative emotions.
Ryuji dug a finger in his ear with an annoyed scowl.
"Ugh, shut up already. Killing, destroying—what's the point? I'd rather be spending my time with more girls. Honestly, what good is killing everyone? No beautiful women left, then what?"
If it were up to him, he'd keep everyone alive, even encourage mass fertility. Even if the women weren't his, he'd happily bless them—because beautiful women gave birth to beautiful children.
Why?
The more people in the world, the more beautiful women. And beautiful women gave rise to more beautiful women in turn. If the population could hit the trillions, so much the better.
Those fools who only cared about claiming the women in front of them—they weren't Harem kings.
A true Harem king thought in dynasties, in millennia, in eternity.
To seize everything, forever—that was the mindset of the Harem King.
Anyone who just grabbed what was in reach, killing husbands and rivals, was nothing but a brute. No matter how many women they possessed, they were no harem king.
"Good!"
With his conviction sharpened, his ambition set, Ryuji roared with laughter and clenched his fist.
"When I reach Hendon Myre, I'll sleep with a hundred women—take a hundred maidens for myself!"
He was brimming with pride, drunk on his own grand declaration. Yet the ordinary people around him couldn't understand his so-called greatness. They wouldn't cheer, 'All hail the Harem King, our beloved ruler!'
No—they would resist. They would stand in his way.
"Enough already! Get your head straight—Personality Correction Flying Kick!!"
Finally at her breaking point, Rosh sprang from her seat, her little boots whipping toward Ryuji's head. Her twin red ponytails lashed in the air as her face twisted with anger.
She was certain of one thing: Ryuji had lost his mind.
She lashed out with a sharp kick, but Ryuji caught her foot mid-air. With a nimble twist, Rosh landed back on the carriage roof and whipped out her staff.
"Snap out of it, Big brother! Don't let the power consume you, or I'll knock some sense into you myself!"
Her eyes burned with urgency. She'd seen too many people twisted and destroyed by strange powers, and she wasn't about to let her walking meal ticket go the same way.
Ryuji recognized the seriousness in her tone. Yet, instead of answering in kind, he put his hand in front of his nose sniffed it, and frowned.
"Tch. So no compromise, huh? Shame. I refuse to fight flat-chests."
Had she polished her boots, he might have indulged her in a fight—but without that allure of her legs, there was no contest. And with no curves to speak of… well, Ryuji's eyes naturally drifted elsewhere.
To Rosh's horror, his gaze settled on her chest.
She blinked, confused, then glanced down at her own modest figure. When she lifted her head again, she caught the pitying, almost disdainful look in his eyes. It didn't take much to connect the dots: his earlier comments to Sizki, his dismissal of her, his refusal to fight—
Her gaze darted toward Sizki.
Sizki blinked back, baffled. But the carriage rocked on the road, setting her full bosom bouncing. Rosh saw Ryuji's head snap around instantly, his eyes glued.
"So if possible, I hope to reconcile with you. There's really no gain in fighting with a child. Besides, you're so short, you can't beat me."
Ryuji's voice came again, but this time, Rosh saw clearly that he didn't look at her at all.
Her face darkened.
Flat. Short. Childish.
All the words she despised.
"AAAAH! You perverted, breast-obsessed maniac!"
Magic flared violently around her. Her face twisted in anger.
"You'd better be ready to die!"
Her fury ignited like wildfire.
Ryuji, meanwhile, spread his arms in mock grandeur. "Ah, so be it. Only by showing you the elegance of my martial arts will you learn not to be so insolent toward the Harem King."
He took a fighting stance. Sizki, holding the reins, let out a long sigh.
But Rosh didn't hesitate. Circles of fire blossomed around her, swirling with pumpkin-headed fireballs. She thrust her staff forward—
Sky Strike!
Her staff shot upward in a sharp thrust. But her shorter height made the tip jab straight toward Ryuji's dick.
"You dare?!"
Ryuji roared. Fire burst in his palm as he caught her flame, crushing it, even as the pumpkin fireballs swarmed him.
The explosion sent them both flying from the carriage—Rosh hurled by the blast, Ryuji leaping aside to shield Seria.
Of course, Rosh had already calculated her spell not to harm Seria, which was why Sizki hadn't intervened. Ryuji might have been reckless, but his mind was still intact. A good fight would jolt him back to his senses.
Even so…
"Does he really have to stay naked?" Sizki muttered under her breath.
She looked at his muscular body and couldn't help but blush, especially when she saw the way his cock swung with each movement was distracting in ways she didn't care to admit. Adventurers saw plenty of strange things, but knowing that thing could bring women pleasure—it gave her oddly complicated feelings.
"Does it… really feel good? Although it's big but it looks so soft…" she thought, staring curiously.
She didn't realize Ryuji's lack of arousal was only because he had no intent to assault either her or Rosh. Had Seria or Kiri—women who was willing to sleep with him—been standing across from him, his dick would have reacted instantly.
"Ryuji! Stop fighting!"
Finally shaken from her shock, Seria stood up in the carriage, panic on her face.
"Don't worry, Seria!" Ryuji called back with a grin. "I'll have sex with you later!"
His eyes swept over her trembling chest, and his cock immediately sprang to attention.
Both Sizki and Rosh froze, dumbstruck.
"This thing… so that's why…" Sizki muttered, finally understanding why women found it pleasurable.
"At least—at least put some clothes on!" Seria shouted, flustered.
Ryuji threw his arms wide, basking in the sunlight.
"There is not a single thing about my body that I should be ashamed of!" he declared proudly.
The sun seemed to shine brighter at his words.
"You—you idiot! You really have lost your mind!" Rosh shouted.
Rosh stared at Ryuji, her head practically steaming. Her words tumbled out at a fast and flustered pace—an unmistakable sign of her embarrassment. All she wanted right now was for Ryuji to snap out of it!
Her feelings for him hadn't developed to the point where she was ready to share a bed with him!
"Hah… It's true, I'm indulging myself right now," Ryuji said, his voice thick with exhilaration, "but I haven't lost my mind. No! On the contrary—my head has never been clearer!"
The sheer pleasure of letting go was intoxicating. To say whatever came to mind, to act on any impulse without the slightest trace of shame—it was a feeling he found utterly irresistible.
And there was no worry, no doubt—just the overwhelming sense that if he trusted this power, he could rest easy forever.
"…Isn't this just me being influenced by the power itself?"
Ryuji touched his chin, realizing the truth of it for a fleeting moment. But almost instantly, that clarity was drowned out by the intoxicating calm that the power bestowed. Compared to this vast force, his willpower was utterly meaningless.
"Forget it. I can think about it later. Right now, the important thing is to deal with you, Rosh!"
His gaze snapped toward her again—but then, just as quickly, his cock softened in an instant, leaving both Rosh and Sizki dumbstruck.
Rosh seemed to realize something. Her face darkened as she thrust her staff forward, a gale whipping up around her.
"Look! Seria's chest!"
Ryuji turned his head before he even thought about it—just in time to see Seria's chest bounce with the sudden gust.
Pah!
Like a spear, his cock sprang upright. Rosh even swore she heard the sound of air being cut.
"Look at me!"
She shouted again, forcing herself into a cutesy pose.
Ryuji's head turned. The moment his eyes landed on her, the dick collapsed limply between his legs, utterly spiritless.
The silence that followed was suffocating.
"…You bastard, go die!!"
Rosh roared, lifting her hand high. A massive fireball blossomed above her, its core forming into a gigantic pumpkin head—this time with a ferocious, domineering expression.
She was going all out.
Among her sisters, her magic wasn't exceptional—she was far better with a spear or staff. But she wasn't foolish enough to fight Ryuji in close quarters. So she poured everything into her strongest spell.
The heat seared the ground before the fireball even fell. Grass and brush blackened under its presence. But Ryuji didn't budge. He extended his hand, and in an instant, his forbidden power drew the massive greatsword from the carriage to his side.
Invisible energy wrapped around him, amplifying his every strength.
And then—
"Slash!"
His blade tore through the air. A storm burst outward, scattering the three-meter-wide fireball into countless embers that rained across the forest, setting the undergrowth ablaze.
The gale sent Rosh tumbling to the ground, her eyes squeezed shut, her little boots flying off in opposite directions.
"Hah… pitiful little loli. Laughable."
Ryuji sneered, striding toward her with crimson fire raging behind him.
"You don't even understand what real power is."
He stopped before her. Looking down at her delicate legs and frightened face, his grin twisted into something more wicked.
Rosh was adorable—her small frame, her pouty cheeks—but she was also tiny. Legal age or not, her height made the scene almost comical.
Seeing the mix of defiance and fear on her face, Ryuji decided to tease her. With a wave of his hand, a fireball identical to hers appeared above his head. At the same time, the dick came close to her face, casting its shadow over Rosh as she sat frozen on the ground.
"You know what happens next, don't you?"
His smile was quite evil. Just as Rosh began to scoot back in fear, Ryuji flicked his wrist—and a lollipop materialized in his hand.
"You're gonna get fed lolipop by big brother!"
With a maniacal laugh, he shoved the lollipop into her mouth. She resisted at first, panicked—but the instant she tasted it, her eyes went wide. Warmth spread through her body, sweetness flooding her tongue.
"Mmm! So good!"
Rosh squealed, licking at the candy happily. Ryuji only grinned wider as he rose to his feet. At some point, the forest behind them had become a roaring inferno.
"…Wait. What the hell?"
He blinked in confusion. He had blown out Rosh's fire—so where had this blaze come from? And even if he had ignited something, it shouldn't have spread this fast.
Then, through the flames, a hulking figure emerged. Black skin, crimson hair, horns jutting high—a Minotaur, five or six meters tall.
"Hey… you wouldn't happen to know who started this fire, would you?"
The beast's words trailed off as his gaze locked on Rosh, kneeling before Ryuji with her head bobbing up and down. His eyes bulged wider. And above Ryuji's head, a colossal fireball still burned, damning evidence.
The culprit had been found.
Not only a criminal—but a shameless, depraved one.
The Minotaur's eyes blazed red with fury.
It was the first time Ryuji had ever seen a Minotaur speak. After a beat of thought, he answered with a straight face:
"…Nope. Didn't see a thing."
He spoke with such serious conviction that he didn't even realize how absurd it looked, saying so while holding a fireball over his head.
Sizki groaned and buried her face in her hands. Sure, she knew Ryuji hadn't started the fire, but couldn't he at least put down the fireball before saying that?!
"Bastard! Despicable, shameless human!!"
The towering minotaur lowered his horns and charged straight at Ryuji, paying no attention to Rosh at all. His only thought was to kill Ryuji.
Anyone who dared to set fire in the forest deserved death!
As his burning gaze locked on Ryuji—wreathed in fire—the minotaur couldn't help but remember. His father had perished in just such a fire years ago, a wildfire started by human hands. That fire had not only slaughtered the elves once living here, but also devastated his tribe. Since then, they had sworn never to trust humans again.
At first, he had wanted to ignore these intruders and deal with the spreading flames. But now? Now it was clear: all humans should die.
The Minotaur showed no mercy. He had already judged Ryuji guilty.
Ryuji felt the bloodlust in that charge, and within it, faint echoes of grief and wailing. His expression hardened.
The Forbidden Power surged again, pouring into him like a flood. The whispers of resentment gnawed at his mind, his will already frayed to the breaking point. His blood-qi techniques roared to life, exploding with strength far beyond what his level should have allowed. The Forbidden Power was amplifying him in every way.
If Ryuji had taken time to reflect, he might have realized something startling: even that lollipop he'd given Rosh had not come from nowhere. He had unconsciously created it with the Forbidden Power.
Ryuji let the fireball vanish from above his head and raised his greatsword.
"It seems you don't intend to believe me," he said quietly. "Then I'll have to kill you."
The greatsword swung. A violent storm of sword-qi burst forth, sharp enough to rip the air itself.
The minotaur's eyes went wide. He sensed the danger too late.
The blade of energy cleaved straight through him, bisecting his massive body in an instant. He didn't even have time to scream. Blood fountained into the air—only to freeze mid-flight, suspended as if held by unseen hands.
Rosh, staring at those floating droplets, felt a chill crawl down her spine. Slowly, she turned toward Ryuji—only to see his eyes beginning to glow with a sinister red light.
"So this is killing?" Ryuji whispered. "It feels… so good?"
He looked at his hand, then at the corpse at his feet. A twisted thrill spread through him.
'Damn you for not dropping loot!'
'So annoying—just die already!'
'That axe! I want that axe!'
'No! My last revival coin! AHHH!'
.....
The voices—countless resentful howls—crashed into his mind, filling him with ecstasy. The more he killed, the more he wanted to kill. Goblins. Catfolk. Humans. Anything. The joy of slaughter clawed at him, whispering to let it all out.
Rosh trembled, watching Ryuji's smile twist into madness, his eyes burning brighter.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!"
His blood-qi techniques flared uncontrollably. His skin split as capillaries burst, covering him in blood, but he felt no pain—only the sick pleasure of pushing further, harder.
'Berserk level increased!'
'Dual Blades! Dual Blades!'
'Blood!!'
His gaze fell on Rosh. Her delicate face. Her pale skin. Beneath it, so much blood. What color would it be? Would killing her feel good?
'Kill her!'
'Kill the brat!'
'Damn mages hit too hard!'
'Voodoo doll! Damn it!'
The whispers pressed in, demanding Rosh's death.
Ryuji raised his sword. But in that moment, a thought echoed in his mind—his own words from before.
"This is being influenced by power, isn't it?"
The murderous haze shattered. His killing intent vanished, his knees nearly buckling. He forced the Forbidden Power out of his body, his mind clearing as shame flooded in.
The backlash hit instantly. Pain tore through him from the blood-qi techniques, his body weakened to the point of collapse. But worst of all was the humiliation—at what he had done, and at the fact that he now stood naked before them.
"Uhh…"
He clutched himself, trying to cover up, and gave Rosh a weak, awkward smile.
"Seria, could you… maybe bring me some clothes? Quickly?"
Shame burned hotter than any fire. Everything he had said, everything he had done under the Forbidden Power—he wanted nothing more than to erase it from existence. Maybe even leave this continent. Maybe even leave this world. Just somewhere far enough away that no one here would ever see him again.
Rosh stared at him, dazed. At first she seemed uncertain—but then a mischievous smile spread across her face.
"Well, hehehe… looks like you're back to normal," she said.
Ryuji nodded awkwardly. It had been his desires, yes, but never would he normally act so shamelessly. That reckless abandon had been intoxicating in the moment, like the arrogant phase of adolescence—but once the power faded, only crushing shame remained.
Rosh's grin widened.
"What's wrong? Weren't you so arrogant just a moment ago, oh mighty 'Harem King'?"
Crunching down on her lollipop, she jabbed her staff into his hand, prying at his hands, that was covering his cock. Ryuji stumbled back a step, his ears burning red.
"C-Come on, don't do that…"
Ryuji still overwhelmed with shame, So he couldn't even look her in the eye.
"Not so cocky now, huh?" she teased. "Go on, say it again—'Harem King!'"
She poked at him with her staff, then playfully kicked at his shin with her feet. Her triumphant expression burned into his mind, reminding him far too much of those cheeky little demon-girl comics he'd once seen.
He swatted her staff aside, trying to stop her mischief. But that only threw her off balance—and in the same instant, he lost control of his hands that was covering his cock.
Rosh toppled toward him—
—only to be knocked flat to the ground by Ryuji's suddenly rising cock.
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