STORMBORN: REBORN AS A LORD OF A HAREM SYSTEM
Chapter 1: The Legendary Stormborn
Aryn Stormborn had always thought he would die a cool death.
Maybe in a fight, protecting someone. Maybe in some noble act that would be sung about for generations.
Instead, he died pissing his pants in the middle of a crosswalk.
It all started with the tractor.
It wasn't even moving fast. In fact, it was moving so slowly that a toddler could have outrun it with a wobbling crawl. But in the moment, in Aryn's dramatic teenage brain, it looked like destiny. A girl stepped onto the street, clutching her phone, and didn't see it rumbling forward.
"Not on my watch!" Aryn shouted like some shounen protagonist.
He sprinted into the road, his heart pounding, adrenaline surging. For a second, he felt like a hero. His classmates would talk about this for weeks. Maybe that girl would even fall in love with him.
Except… she had already stepped out of the way without realizing.
And the tractor hadn't even reached her yet.
But Aryn's body was already committed. He hurled himself forward, yelling, "I'll save you!" before realizing he was charging into the path of what might as well have been a farm parade float.
The driver blinked in confusion, barely tapping the brakes.
Aryn froze. His brain tried to reconcile the facts: it was just a tractor. Not a monster truck. Not an out-of-control eighteen-wheeler. Just… a tractor.
But his body panicked. The shock overwhelmed him. His blood pressure spiked, his heart skipped a beat, and before the tractor even nudged him he collapsed.
His last sensations in the mortal world were warm liquid soaking his jeans and a chorus of horrified gasps.
Then, nothing.
Aryn's eyes snapped open. He was lying on cold stone, surrounded by broken pillars and glowing runes etched into the floor. Strange stars swirled above in a sky he didn't recognize.
"Where… am I?"
He sat up, wearing the same old block and blue jumpsuit. His body felt different, lighter, almost buzzing with static.
A voice echoed in his mind:
[Welcome, Host, to the Supreme Harem Storm System.]
A glowing blue panel appeared in front of him.
[Name: Aryn Stormborn]
[Level: 1]
[Class: ???]
[Affinity: Storm]
[Quest: Survive First Contact]
[Reward: Beginner's Gift Pack + Destiny Bond]
"Wait… system? Like… in a game?"
Before he could process further, the heavy temple doors slammed open.
First Contact
Armed women poured in soldiers in gleaming armor, their blades drawn. Every single one of them was stunning in a way that felt almost unfair, like someone had combined a fashion runway with a medieval army.
"There it is!" one of them shouted. "The intruder!"
"Intruder?!" Aryn yelped, scrambling to his feet. "I literally just woke up!"
The soldiers surrounded him, their eyes widening in unison.
"It's… it's a man…" one whispered.
The others gasped as though she had uttered the name of a forgotten god.
Before Aryn could explain, they seized him, shackled his wrists, and dragged him out of the temple.
He struggled, but their strength was overwhelming. His protests only earned strange looks—half fascination, half disgust.
"What do you mean, man?" Aryn demanded. "I'm just… me!"
Their captain, a tall woman with silver hair and cold eyes, leaned down to study him. "Men vanished from this world thousands of years ago. And yet… here you are. You will answer to the Queen."
They hauled him into a massive city of soaring towers and glowing crystal lamps, everything bustling with women of every race elves, beastkin, humans, all mingling in marketplaces and guild halls.
Everywhere he looked, women stared at him like he was a circus animal. Some gasped. Others giggled. A few licked their lips.
"This is not how I imagined being reborn…" Aryn muttered.
But as they dragged him through the palace gates, something inside him stirred.
A storm.
He felt it in his veins, a crackling pulse of power. The sky above rumbled with distant thunder. Sparks danced across his shackles.
The captain noticed. Her eyes narrowed. "What is this energy…?"
Aryn clenched his fists. The system screen blinked again:
[Emergency Protocol Activated. Host Awakening in Progress.]
[Affinity Confirmed: Storm Magic.]
Blue lightning exploded from his body, blasting the shackles apart. The soldiers staggered back as arcs of thunder cracked through the air.
Aryn stood, his eyes glowing electric blue.
"I… I feel it… lightning…" he whispered.
The captain dropped to one knee, shock flickering across her face.
"The prophecy…" she breathed. "A man born of storm… the Chosen One."
The system chimed:
[Main Quest Unlocked: Rise of the Stormborn.]
[Objective: Survive and Conquer.]
Aryn looked around, lightning still sparking across his skin.
He had died in the most pathetic way imaginable. But now… now he was in another world. A world of magic. A world of only women.
And he was their storm.
TO BE CONTINUED...