Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 7: The Alluring Princess and the New System

Sylvaris's eyes narrowed as he carefully scanned the new system window, determined not to miss a single detail:

[Name: Sylvaris Elyndor]

[Class: The Holy Savior]

[Class: Harem God]

[Class: Void Bringer]

[Level: 20]

[HP: 645 /645]

[MP: 309 /309]

[Strength: 87]

[Magic: 85]

[Agility: 71]

[Defense: 83]

[Special Skills:]

>Devour (Beginner)

>Darkness Spear (Beginner)

>Aura Absorption (Beginner)

>Manipulation (Beginner)

>Cleanse (Intermediate)

>Holy Blessing (Intermediate)

>Void Blast (Beginner)

>Darkness Blessing (Beginner)

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[Special Talents:]

>Body of a God: The user is capable of housing multiple classes in one body

>Charm

>Separate System exclusive for Harem Control(Tap to open)

Holy shit... I can't even finish reading everything... There's more... I need to scroll down... but this... this is amazing! His fingers twitched with excitement, his thoughts racing with chaotic glee. This body was already powerful and talented, but now... now with two new classes... I'll be unstoppable... hahaha!

Sylvaris clenched his fists tightly, feeling the strength surge through him—a powerful sensation unlike anything he'd felt before, as if his very bones had been reforged in molten steel and his muscles stretched by an endless surge of energy just waiting to explode. A wild, twisted laugh nearly escaped his lips, but somehow, he managed to suppress it, forcing himself to maintain the carefully crafted smile that had charmed the crowd moments before. Yet no matter how much he tried to control his expression, his eyes betrayed him—gleaming with an unsettling intensity, a spark of madness that lingered beneath his gaze.

"I'm okay, elder brother," he said, his voice warm yet strained, the smile on his face feeling heavier than before as he pushed Lucerian's arm away—rougher than intended. Lucerian's brows furrowed, his concern deepening, but before he could speak, Sylvaris quickly followed up, flashing a softer smile that seemed to reassure him.

"Take a break if you need," Lucerian said with a warm smile of his own, though his lingering stare showed unease, as though he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. With a final pat on Sylvaris's shoulder, Lucerian turned away, heading back toward their parents to calm their worried expressions.

Sylvaris exhaled deeply, allowing his shoulders to loosen as he turned his gaze back to the crowd, their eyes still fixed on him, waiting in silence.

"As I said before... ha—" He nearly laughed aloud, the sheer absurdity of his situation threatening to overwhelm him. "Sorry," he muttered under his breath before raising his voice once again. "As I said before, I will save this world from the Demon Lord!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, their applause booming through the streets as if heaven itself had answered their prayers. The air vibrated with energy, banners rippling wildly in the wind, and the deafening roar of the citizens celebrating what they believed to be the coming of a savior shook the ground beneath his feet.

Fools... ahaha... Sylvaris's smile widened, his eyes scanning the masses with a twisted sense of satisfaction. I'll save the world, alright... but not the way you expect. I won't just kill the Demon Lord... I'll replace him. I'll take this world for myself... no... I'll become something greater—I'll become the god who rules it all... and every single woman in this world will kneel at my feet... hahaha!

His gaze wandered higher, to the king's platform, where his eyes locked onto the eldest daughter of the royal family. Her elegant frame, long flowing hair, and enchanting curves held a magnetic allure that instantly captivated him. Her delicate yet confident smile was enough to make his heart race—not from romance or affection, but from the overwhelming desire to claim her as his first conquest.

And you... my princess... Sylvaris's smirk deepened, his gaze sharpening like a predator stalking its prey. You will be my first target... and soon... you'll be mine.

Her figure was flawless—graceful yet commanding, her body shaped like a sculptor's masterpiece. She appeared to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, yet despite her beauty and noble status, Sylvaris knew she was still a virgin. She was a self-reliant princess, one who spent more time outside battling monsters than attending to her royal duties, a woman who carried the pride of a warrior rather than the vanity of a pampered royal.

She'll be a hard nut to crack, Sylvaris mused, a wicked grin tugging at his lips. But that's alright... I have all the time in the world, and I love a challenge. The harder the challenge, the sweeter the fruit... hahaha...

His lustful gaze traveled down her body, greedily drinking in her curves. Today, she wore a white silken dress—modest at first glance, its flowing fabric draping down to her ankles—but a delicate cut along the side revealed just a hint of skin, a teasing glimpse that only fueled his hunger. Yet even that small exposure couldn't hide the fullness of her thighs and the generous curve of her hips—perfect for breeding, Sylvaris thought with twisted satisfaction.

Her skin was flawless, as smooth as porcelain, and her chest... those F-cup breasts were like forbidden nectar, a sweet temptation that called to him like honey draws a bear. He could already imagine his hands gripping them, his mouth exploring them, his teeth teasing the delicate nipples until her breath hitched and her body surrendered to him. And those lips—soft and plump—were made for sinful kisses, the kind that would leave her breathless and begging for more.

But it wasn't just her body that captivated him—it was everything about her. Her silver eyes gleamed with defiance, like a warrior daring the world to challenge her, and her golden hair shimmered with a silken glow, cascading down her back like a holy crown. To Sylvaris, she was no ordinary princess—she was the holy empress, the divine treasure that no man dared to claim.

And me? Sylvaris grinned. I'll be the evil god who takes what's forbidden... that which no man is worthy to touch... but luckily for me, I have a status I can abuse. Pretending to be a hero will let me get close to the royal family... and all of their perfect daughters...

His thoughts shifted to the youngest of the king's daughters—a delicate girl of only fifteen. Tsk... that one needs to grow up... but the others... His grin widened. The others are of age... and they're all ripe for the picking... hahaha...

Even as heat stirred beneath his robes, Sylvaris knew better than to let his impulses get the better of him—not yet, at least. He reminded himself to stay calm, to play his cards carefully, for now his role as the kingdom's hero was far too valuable to risk.

In every coming-of-age ceremony, the chosen hero was required to place his hand on the Holy Book—a sacred artifact said to reveal the hero's holy power and measure their true talent.

Turning to the king, Sylvaris knelt, lowering his head in a display of respect, his face a perfect mask of noble virtue as he awaited the king to approach with the book.

Let's see what my talent is... I hope it's at least S-rank... haha!