Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 9: SSSSSS Rank? What the hell is that?

The very air trembled, rippling with a suffocating pressure that seemed to press down on the crowd like an invisible hand. Each passing second, the demonic beam of light surged higher, its oppressive presence growing heavier. Breath became harder to draw, and one by one, people began to fall to their knees, their bodies betraying them under the crushing weight of that unnatural force.

It wasn't just the common folk — even the royal court, nobles and knights alike, were forced to collapse, their faces pale and drenched in sweat. Whatever this power was, it dominated not just the body, but the very soul itself, a presence so overwhelming that it demanded submission through pure fear.

I don't like where this is going... Sylvaris gritted his teeth and tried to pull his hand away from the book, but no matter how hard he strained, it felt as though his palm had fused to the pages. His fingers wouldn't budge. His arm refused to respond. No matter what he tried... there was no escape.

The swirling darkness coiled with the lingering golden light, the two forces twisting together in a chaotic dance — a twisted harmony that seemed impossible yet unstoppable. And then, from the sky, something new appeared.

A black and white letter formed beside the blazing SS, stark and unnatural in its balance — and then another quickly followed.

The king — the only man still standing, though clearly straining against the invisible pressure — stared in disbelief.

"SSSS... what..." His voice trailed off, lost in stunned confusion.

But it didn't stop there. No matter how absurd the scene seemed, no matter how impossible this revelation should have been — the surge of power only intensified.

Suddenly, crimson waves erupted from Sylvaris's body — raw, potent energy that pulsed in violent bursts. The rippling waves twisted through the air, their presence unmistakable even to the naked eye. The energy howled like a roaring wind, slamming into the crowd with force strong enough to stagger those still standing.

But that wasn't the worst part.

The moment the crimson waves touched the bystanders, their clothes began to disintegrate — dissolving like ash caught in a breeze. Panic exploded across the gathering.

Screams filled the air as women frantically tried to cover their exposed bodies, their faces crimson with embarrassment. Men scrambled in desperation to conceal themselves, their awkward attempts doing little to mask their humiliation. The once-proud audience, who had gathered to witness a grand awakening, now fled in disgrace, rushing back to their homes in a chaotic blur of flailing arms and hurried footsteps.

Yet amidst the chaos, Sylvaris stood frozen, his eyes locked on the king's family. His gaze lingered far too long on the king's daughters and wife — their flawless skin, alluring curves, and delicate features burning themselves into his mind.

My god... Sylvaris's gaze swept across the exposed figures before him, lingering far too long where it shouldn't. His twisted grin widened as his eyes devoured every curve, his thoughts growing darker with each passing second.That family really is blessed...

His gaze drifted to the youngest daughter — but he clicked his tongue in irritation. Tsk... too young... not my taste. But the others... His lips curled as he shamelessly drank in the sight of the older daughters — their bodies flawless, their figures enough to stir sinful ideas in even the most disciplined mind. His gaze clung to their soft curves and pink pussies and nipples that they so desperately tried to cover, his breath growing heavier as his thoughts twisted deeper.

And the queen... Damn. Age hadn't dulled her beauty; it had refined it, giving her an aura of elegance that only added to her allure. His mind spiraled — wicked fantasies clawing their way into his thoughts, feeding that gnawing hunger that festered within him. He could already imagine himself fucking each and every single one of them in the future.

His fingers twitched, and an uncomfortable heat swelled in his cock. One day... one day, they'll be mine... The thought clung to him like a shadow — dark, predatory, and relentless.

His twisted thoughts stirred to life, and despite the pressure still clinging to his body, a wicked grin stretched across his face.

Now that's a view worth remembering... He licked his lips in satisfaction.

Suddenly, a powerful BOOM thundered from Sylvaris's body — like a war drum reverberating through the earth. His attention shifted to the letters hung in the sky. Energy surged upward once more, traveling through the book in a final crescendo.

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In the sky, two crimson letters appeared beside the others — SSSSSS — six blazing symbols glowing with an intensity that seemed to burn the heavens themselves.

What the hell is that? SSSSSS Rank?! Even Sylvaris was shocked, his eyes trembling as he looked at the letters in the sky.

The air hung heavy with disbelief.

"That's... impossible..." someone from the royal court muttered, but no one dared speak louder.

The king, however, barely registered the chaos around him. The screams, the panic, the ruined ceremony — none of it mattered to him right now. His eyes remained locked on the sky, his mind racing with the possibilities.

With that power... the world will be mine.

The king's lips curled into a smile — one filled with ambition and greed. He knew that no matter what it took, no matter what Sylvaris desired... he would give it all to him. For with power like this, Sylvaris would become the key to ruling the world — and the king would ensure that key remained in his grasp.

But not his parents — oh no.

While the nobles and royal court stood in awkward silence, their bare bodies still exposed from the chaotic aftermath, Sylvaris's mother and father barely seemed to notice. They didn't flinch, didn't scramble to cover themselves like the others. Their eyes remained fixed on their son — cold and sharp, burning with something far darker than disappointment.

Hatred.

No one could tell what was running through their minds, but behind his back, Sylvaris's father gripped a dagger tightly, his fingers curling around the hilt with unsettling purpose. His knuckles turned white, and his arm trembled — not from fear, but from the strain of holding himself back.

Had Sylvaris known what lingered behind those once-familiar eyes — had he seen the sharp blade — he would have been shocked. After all, he had always believed himself to be their pride and joy — the favored child they adored above all others.

But whatever love once existed had vanished, leaving behind nothing but cold steel... and a father's grim resolve.