Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 10: Shameless King

The entire town was caught in chaotic suspense.

While some whispered in dark corners, plotting how to kill Sylvaris before his power grew out of control, others schemed to lick his boots, desperate for a chance to rise in rank by aligning themselves with the new hero. The town was now fractured, split between those who feared Sylvaris for the unknown, those who believed in his strength, and those who glimpsed something far darker lurking beneath it all.

"Excellent! Magnificent!" The king's voice boomed, his face twisted in blind excitement, his eyes gleaming with greed.

His mind had fixated on only one thing: the rank. To him, Sylvaris's impossible awakening wasn't a threat, but a blessing. The sheer power radiating from the boy felt like a key that could unlock victories and carve new borders for his kingdom. He couldn't see the bigger picture, the danger of nurturing a force he might never be able to control.

But the king believed he already had a solution. He smiled to himself, a wicked plan forming in his mind. Sylvaris would need a reason to stay loyal, and the king knew exactly what to offer. After all, he had daughters, and however many Sylvaris desired, he would gladly hand them over if it meant gaining a man powerful enough to conquer entire nations in the kingdom's name. He envisioned a new golden age built upon blood and conquest, with Sylvaris leading the charge and himself reaping the rewards.

Some would argue that the true demons of this world weren't the ones with claws and horns.

Because of that greed and blinded by ambition, the king didn't even notice his trusted friend swaying loosely between his legs. The embarrassing sight left many maidens covering their eyes, their faces burning crimson. The king, still oblivious to his own humiliation, marched straight to Sylvaris, clapped a hand on his shoulder, and grinned as if the kingdom had already claimed victory.

It was a disturbing sight, one that many would later call the most shameful day in the kingdom's history.

"Your Majesty... your clothes..." Sylvaris scratched his head awkwardly, barely able to mask his discomfort. He knew the chaos was his fault, yet the reason behind it still eluded him.

Could it be... the Harem God system? His thoughts spiraled. If that's true... does that mean I can undress women with just a look?

A grin curled at the corner of his lips, a wicked thought already blooming in his mind with no limit when it came to his desires.

"My clothes?" The king muttered. Then it clicked.

He looked at Sylvaris, who stood there fully dressed, and then down at himself. His eyes widened in confusion as a chilly gust swept between his legs, a sharp reminder of his humiliating state. The icy breeze teased his exposed skin, and he suddenly became painfully aware of the awkward stares surrounding him.

His gaze shifted across the square. No matter where he looked — nobles, guards, merchants, and commoners — every single person was standing or kneeling in the middle of the town square, stripped bare. Their clothes had vanished without a trace. Some crossed their arms over their chests, others huddled together, their faces red with mortified shame. The grand square, once a place for festivals and celebrations, now felt like a pitiful gathering of fallen pride and broken dignity.

What a way to say "Imagine everybody is naked in front of you" to gain some confidence... Sylvaris mused darkly, fighting to contain his laughter. His shoulders shook from the effort. He knew one slip would cost him dearly.

During all of this, he didn't even care to glance at his own brothers or sisters. He wasn't interested in their affairs. No matter how much he hated those arrogant bastards, all born from the other mothers, Sylvaris had learned to ignore their presence. After all, his father was a noble knight, housing a harem of his own that Sylvaris secretly respected. Yet he knew there was more beneath the surface. Competition for power thrived in the family, and the one with the most strength would inevitably become the next head. In this case, that person was him.

Sylvaris's eyes briefly landed on his father, who stood gripping his mother's waist, one arm wrapped protectively around her while the other remained concealed behind his back. Sylvaris didn't understand why, but he never suspected his father to harbor ill intent toward him. He had always believed that bond to be unshakable.

And then his gaze shifted to his stepmothers in the background. Their alluring figures, perfectly rounded in all the right places, made him feel a bit heated. Yet he knew they were loyal, far from easy targets, and for now, he didn't believe in his skills.

Some fruits are better left to ripen... he thought darkly. They'll taste sweeter in the future.

"What the hell happened here?!" The king's booming voice shattered the awkward silence, jolting Sylvaris from his thoughts. Yet he didn't fear the king. He could simply say it was an accident, something mysterious enough to blame on the book. An innocent fault of the ceremony, one might say.

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"Your Majesty, this child is cursed! Look! Look at what he has done!" One of the nobles, an Esmarion, stepped forward. Her family had always feuded with the Elyndors, and she seized this opportunity without hesitation. It was a twenty-year-old girl with pure black hair and piercing golden eyes, she stood tall despite being completely exposed. With no hint of shame, she strode up to the podium, her ample curves bouncing with each step.

"This beast... this bastard! I do not accept someone like that as a hero!" she shrieked, her finger stabbing toward Sylvaris. Her chest bounced violently, yet Sylvaris's gaze followed each movement like a trained assassin, tracking each sway and curve. Whatever angry words she spat meant nothing to him. His mind was far too occupied with her other 'features.'

"Calm down, child," the king interjected, raising a hand. "I can vouch with my own prestige that this was no fault of young Sylvaris. It was an accident during a ceremony we hardly understand... but his power, his potential, will make him the beacon of our kingdom for generations to come!" His voice roared through the square, pride burning in his eyes. Naked or not, the king stood like a man announcing victory.

"I declare Sylvaris Elyndor, the fourth son of Arathor Elyndor, the new hope of our kingdom and the future son-in-law of mine!"

The entire town fell silent, jaws hanging open in disbelief, including Sylvaris's.

Did he just call me his future son-in-law? Sylvaris nearly choked, his mind racing. What a fucking idiot... hahaha... Everything is going better than I could have ever imagined.