Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 6: Reawakening

Today, the town of Lucenhold was brimming with life, the streets decorated in medieval architecture, their pavestones carved from the most expensive stone, polished to shine under the morning sun. The stalls that lined the sides of the streets overflowed with goods—freshly baked bread, rich wine sealed in elegant glass bottles, and delicately crafted ornaments that seemed to capture the soul of their artisans—not to forget the shimmering medieval-style armors and swords that hung proudly from the displays, each one radiating the aura of adventure, promising power to those bold enough to wield them. The houses, their design reminiscent of Bavarian-style architecture, were adorned with vibrant flowers and flags of red and yellow, with a brilliant sun emblem gleaming proudly at their center, a symbol of the Solandis Kingdom's light and strength. It was a celebration unlike anything the capital had ever seen before, and it was all for one reason—the birth of a new hero.

This hero, a young man named Sylvaris Elyndor, was no ordinary individual. He belonged to the noble Elyndor family—the protectors of the world and the empire for thousands of years—a family that had produced the finest warriors, the strongest defenders of humanity, and the bravest of heroes, their bloodline flowing with a unique holy power said to have been gifted by the gods themselves.

And today, Sylvaris stood proudly atop a podium of dark redwood, richly decorated with gold and silver, while a crimson silk carpet paved the way to the elevated platform where he overlooked the lively town square. His face was filled with joy, warmth, and kindness—a look that seemed to radiate peace, one that made him appear exactly as a hero should be—a beacon of hope in a world threatened by darkness. Though his journey had yet to begin, his name was already etched into the hearts of the people, and at just seventeen years old, Sylvaris had already reached Level 20—a remarkable feat in a world where experience was gained by slaying monsters, as if life itself followed the rules of a game.

Raising his arm with a graceful yet commanding gesture, Sylvaris signaled for the crowd to quiet down, and almost instantly, the once deafening noise of cheers and applause softened to a low murmur, leaving only the sound of the wind brushing through the colorful banners above. His smile, warm yet carefully perfected, lingered on his lips as his golden eyes swept across the sea of expectant faces below, his gaze holding an aura of divinity that seemed to bathe the crowd in gentle warmth. His dark black hair, long yet neatly styled, framed his face like the portrait of a saint—a symbol of everything a hero should be.

His family sat nearby—his parents and siblings, the very foundation of the Elyndor legacy—all proudly seated alongside the king and his royal family, their elevated chairs positioned like thrones upon a higher platform. The king himself, accompanied by his sons and daughters, wore a warm smile, watching the grand ceremony unfold before his eyes.

"Friends, family, visitors, and citizens of the kingdom!" Sylvaris's voice rang clear and powerful, reaching every corner of the square. "I am so proud to stand here today. It fills my heart with warmth to declare that today, I, the fourth son of the noble Elyndor family, Sylvaris Elyndor—!"

Suddenly, his voice faltered. A sharp gasp escaped his lips, and his hand shot to his head as if a dagger had pierced through his skull. Panic spread across the faces of the crowd like wildfire, and whispers filled the air.

But before anyone could act, Sylvaris lifted his hand once again, signaling for calm, though his fingers trembled as though he could barely control them. His eyes, normally steady and bright, now seemed distant, his gaze fixated on something unseen—something only he could perceive.

Before him, a golden system window—one only visible to him—shimmered in the air, its familiar glow suddenly distorted, as if the very code behind its design was being rewritten.

[Name: Sylvaris Elyndor]

[Class: The Holy Savior ----- Error -----]

[Level: 20]

[HP: 645 /645]

[MP: 309 /309]

[Strength: 87]

[Magic: 85]

[Agility: 71]

[Intellect: 59]

[Defense: 83]

[Special Skills: ----- Error -----]

[----- Rewriting System -----]

[----- Uploading Memories -----]

[----- Please wait -----]

[----- 50% complete -----]

His mind spun as the pain surged through him—an overwhelming agony that pounded against his skull like a hammer of molten iron, each strike threatening to shatter his very consciousness. His entire body burned, as if magma coursed through his veins, setting his muscles ablaze with searing heat.

[--- 80% complete ---]

The golden window flickered, its hue turning dark red, shadowed with streaks of black, while faint traces of gold clung stubbornly to the corners as if fighting to maintain its former glow.

What's happening to me?!

The memories came next—foreign yet hauntingly familiar, images that rushed through his mind like a relentless storm. Faces he didn't recognize yet knew intimately, battles he had never fought yet remembered vividly, and knowledge of powers far beyond what this world should possess.

[---- 95% complete ----]

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That's right... How could I have forgotten? For seventeen years... I believed their lies, followed their false teachings, trusted this family of hypocrites... Hahaha... what a fool I've been... But now... now I'm back!

A twisted grin curled on his lips, sharp and unnatural, the kind of smile that didn't belong on a face once known for kindness.

"Brother, are you okay?!"

Lucerian Elyndor, the eldest of the five sons—a noble hero in his own right—rushed to Sylvaris's side, his eyes filled with concern. Yet something felt... wrong. His little brother, so warm and gentle before, had never worn such a disturbing smile.

[---- Rewrite 100% complete ----]

[---- Activating Harem God System ----]

[---- Welcome Back, Ryan Wood ----]

[---- Would you like to keep your old name or adopt a new one? ----]

I'll keep my new name... Sylvaris thought, his twisted smile growing wider. I don't want to hear my old name ever again... That name was a curse. But now... my paradise begins...

[---- Very Well... ----]

The system's window suddenly flashed, making Sylvaris's eyes widen with a pleasant surprise.