HAREM SYSTEM IN A FANTASY WORLDC103: I Will Be Back
Chapter 103: I Will Be Back
Elion met his gaze without fear. "If you twist the terms enough, it might as well be."
His eyes hardened.
"You have already betrayed my trust once," Elion continued, his gaze unwavering. "Who is to say you won't do it again?" Then, with absolute contempt, he added, "You can go fuck yourselves."
The killing intent in his voice was so sharp and concentrated that Professor Halbrecht was forced backward in midair, floating nearly a meter away in shock. Realizing he had been publicly embarrassed by a youth, Halbrecht's rage exploded.
"You—!" Halbrecht roared, humiliation burning in his eyes.
Before anyone could react, he shot forward with terrifying speed, his blade aimed directly at Elion's throat, determined to snuff him out instantly.
Maximus could only sigh, not moving to stop Halbrecht. "I tried to give the boy a way out," he said quietly. "But it seems his pride will be the death of him."
Many spectators turned away, unable to watch what they believed was about to happen. Mira, Aria, and Isolde closed their eyes as tears streamed down their faces. Cain sneered down from above, while the battered William laughed quietly in contempt. "Who are you to provoke my family with no backing?" He spat. "Die."
"Noooo!!!"
But the sight they were all waiting for never came.
Just as Halbrecht's broadsword flashed inches from Elion's throat, a brilliant, blinding white light engulfed his body.
Elion smiled calmly at the shocked professor, completely unafraid. "I will be back," he said simply, and because a pin-drop silence had fallen over the coliseum, every single person heard him loud and clear.
To his women, it was a promise that he would come back to them.
To the elders and the Blackthorne family, it was a vow of vengeance.
Elion's body vanished completely, and Halbrecht's blade cleaved nothing but empty air. Shock seized the arena as people stared in disbelief. A Sage Mage, multiple Grand Mages, dozens of Arch Mages—and he had somehow escaped alive.
There was no doubt that he was alive; if his words hadn't made it obvious, there was nothing left of him at all. While one might have assumed that Halbrecht had incinerated him to oblivion, he knew how much strength he had used even in his rage.
And anyone powerful enough or smart enough could see that as well.
Mira, Isolde, and Aria all breathed out breaths of relief as the tears finally slowed, but that didn't make them feel any better, because even if he had escaped, it would be a while before they saw him again.
If only they knew that Elion would never keep them waiting that long, they would have been far calmer.
Maximus frowned deeply.
Perhaps, for the first time in centuries, doubt crept into his heart. Did I make the wrong choice? He wondered.
Then he shook his head, steadying himself. I have lived far too long to fear a boy a fraction of my age, he muttered.
If he grows powerful enough to trample us all, and this comes back to bite me, so be it. But, if he dies before then...
His eyes hardened.
Then that only proves I was right.
...
Elion reappeared in a place shrouded in complete darkness; the air around him felt cold and heavy, though he had no idea where he was or how he had arrived. He remained conscious for barely two seconds, standing there in silence as his battered body finally reached its limit.
The pain, exhaustion, and accumulated strain from everything he had endured came crashing down at once, and his legs gave out beneath him.
He collapsed onto the cold floor and slipped into unconsciousness, his awareness fading completely. It would be days later before he would finally wake again.
Had Elion been awake, he would have noticed something deeply unsettling about the space he had been brought to. He was not alone. Around him, suspended eerily in the air, were other people, their bodies frozen in place as if time itself had stopped around them.
Their eyes were closed, their expressions unmoving, and it was impossible to tell whether they were alive or dead.
They did not breathe, they did not stir, and nothing about them suggested the passage of time. It was as though they were trapped in a limbo between moments, neither advancing nor decaying.
Moments later, Elion's unconscious body slowly lifted off the floor, drawn upward by an unseen force. His limbs hung loosely as he rose, his body coming to a halt at a precise point in the air.
Whatever power controlled this place positioned him carefully, locking him into the same suspended state as the others. When his body finally stopped moving, it became clear that he was not the first. He was the seventh body to be placed there!
The instant his position stabilized, the darkness receded.
A dull, ancient light spread outward, illuminating the surroundings and revealing the true nature of the space. It was a vast, crumbling chamber that resembled an ancient throne room, its walls cracked and worn by unimaginable time.
At the far end stood a broken throne made entirely of crystal, its surface fractured and dulled, as though it had once been magnificent beyond words. The atmosphere was heavy with age and power, and the silence felt deliberate, almost expectant.
Then, a voice echoed throughout the chamber.
It was female, but not in any normal sense. It sounded as though hundreds of voices were layered together, overlapping and resonating as one, ancient and absolute. "Last participant has been identified," the voice declared. "Conditions met. Beginning the Primordial Bloodlines Trial."
In an instant, all seven suspended bodies were engulfed in brilliant green flames. The fire did not burn. Instead, it flowed gently over their forms, mending shattered bones, sealing wounds, restoring torn muscles, and replenishing depleted mana.
Every trace of injury vanished as their bodies were restored to peak condition, as though they had never been harmed at all.
Only then did something truly striking become clear.
Among the seven floating figures was a familiar beautiful beastwoman.
Zenovia.
She had appeared in this same space after vanishing from the forest clearing, her body now suspended just like the others. Yet something was missing. The three assassins who had vanished along with her were nowhere to be seen.
Whether they had been rejected, destroyed, or sent elsewhere was impossible to tell. Their absence remained a mystery.
Before any questions could be answered, the chamber flared with another burst of brilliant white light. One by one, the seven bodies vanished completely, pulled away by forces beyond comprehension.
When the light faded, the throne room was left empty once more, plunged back into silence and darkness.
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HAREM SYSTEM IN A FANTASY WORLDC104: Twenty-Nine!?
Chapter 104: Twenty-Nine!?
Back to the present...
Selene, George, Eveline, and the six other first-year instructors had gathered all one hundred and twenty students inside the first floor's large ceremonial hall, a space usually reserved for announcements that mattered such as this one.
The doors were shut, the noise outside muted, and a low murmur filled the room as students whispered among themselves. Elion scanned the teachers at the front, and it didn't take him long to notice the mood. Their expressions were light, satisfied—some even looked openly pleased. Whatever this was about, it wasn't bad news.
"What do you think is the reason they gathered everyone up?" Aria asked quietly.
She was seated comfortably on Elion's lap, her weight resting easily against him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Her eyes were closed, and she nestled deeper into his lap, her soft ass cheeks spreading comfortably over his thighs.
She leaned back against his broad chest as she guided his arm across her torso, draping it between the plush mounds of her breasts. The weight of them pillowed his forearm, and he could even feel the steady thrum of her heartbeat.
Quite clearly, she was enjoying the moment of calm before whatever came next. Elion shifted slightly to make sure she was comfortable, then shrugged faintly.
"Well," he said, keeping his voice low, "we just had our assessments. It probably has something to do with that. Either the results... or maybe we're being sent into the dungeon again."
His free hand rested on her hip, using his fingers to grip the curve there, his thumb dipping toward the crease where her ass met the thigh, teasing the edge.
Aria hummed softly at that, neither bothered nor excited, simply listening. Beside them, Mira sat quietly with her legs crossed and her expression slightly thoughtful. After a moment, she nodded in agreement, her gaze drifting toward the teachers at the front.
"It's most likely related to our progress evaluations," she said calmly. "They wouldn't gather everyone like this for something minor."
As she spoke, her hand came to rest lightly on Elion's thigh, and her palm fell flat and warm against the muscle, her fingers curling slightly to trace lazy circles.
Aria's eyes cracked open at the movement, and a flicker of possessiveness sharpened her gaze, but she didn't act on it; instead, she pressed Elion's arm tighter between her breasts.
Elion barely reacted; he was used to the tension that was always brewing between this troublesome pair by now.
Instead, he looked toward the nine professors whom everyone was waiting on. While there was nothing really to take note of from a simple glance, he did notice Eveline laughing quietly with one of the other teachers at the front.
That alone was unusual.
Eveline didn't laugh during formal gatherings unless something genuinely pleased her.
Around them, his peers continued to speculate in hushed voices, some excited, some nervous, but the overall mood was unmistakably positive.
Elion leaned back slightly, letting Aria rest against him, while Mira's fingers remained still and warm against his leg.
The murmuring in the hall gradually died down as a large, burly man stepped forward from the line of instructors.
He had a round belly, broad shoulders, and a presence that felt solid and reassuring rather than oppressive.
This was Professor Randall, a man known for his booming voice and straightforward mannerisms. He cleared his throat once, waited until the silence fully settled, and then smiled broadly at the sea of first-year students before him.
"First of all," Randall began, his voice carrying easily through the hall, "I want to congratulate the majority of you on your outstanding progress assessment results this month. As a collective, you've done exceptionally well."
That alone was enough to trigger a round of applause from the students, excitement rippling through the crowd. Randall raised one hand, letting the clapping die down before continuing, a glint of anticipation in his eyes.
"Now," he said, "let's talk about some standout performances."
He glanced down at the parchment in his hand.
"Isolde Velora," he called out. "Level twenty-six."
A wave of surprised murmurs swept through the hall. Isolde stiffened where she sat, her ears flushing pink as she ducked her head slightly, clearly not used to being singled out like this.
"Tessa Crimson," Randall continued. "Level twenty-five."
Tessa accepted the attention with far more composure, a confident smile tugging at her lips as several students turned to stare at her.
"William Dawncrest," Randall said next, his tone neutral. "Level twenty-five."
The reaction here was more mixed, with some impressed whispers and others far less friendly.
William, who had been rather quiet and docile lately, simply snorted proudly as if the result was only natural. But anyone could tell he was quite proud of himself.
"Mira Gale," Randall went on. "Level twenty-four."
Mira remained calm, merely inclining her head slightly, though most people clearly hadn't expected her to be that high. In fact, they all knew she had no business up there!
Randall paused, just long enough to be dramatic before mentioning the next name.
"And lastly," he said, lifting his gaze from the parchment, "Elion Nova."
A collective wave of breaths hitching washed over everyone as the massive hall went completely silent.
"Level twenty-nine."
For a split second, no one reacted.
Then the room exploded.
Gasps, disbelief, and outright shock rippled through the hall as every single head turned toward Elion. Even after everything that had already happened this month, this number still felt unreal. Twenty-nine. In the first year. It was absurd!
And yet—Elion himself looked completely unbothered. He didn't even look surprised. No pride. There was no visible reaction on his face at all!
That, more than the number itself, made lips twitch, and brows furrow across the hall. How thick-skinned did someone have no reaction to something like this!?
It didn't help that he had one beautiful girl seated comfortably on his lap, relaxed and content, while another leaned into him from the side, her arm resting casually on his leg as if she belonged there.
A strange mix of jealousy and irritation bubbled up among the students, and more than a few felt the sudden urge to punch his face for reasons they couldn't quite articulate.
Even some of the professors raised their brows at the sheer audacity of this young man.
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HAREM SYSTEM IN A FANTASY WORLDC105: Diminishing Returns
Chapter 105: Diminishing Returns
Some of the professors raised their brows at the sheer audacity of this young man. Flirting openly and showing physical affection with not one, but two girls simultaneously in their presence!
That in itself required a certain level of finesse that none of them here could even claim to have.
They could not even imagine how he managed to convince that pair to fall for him at the same time.
Elion, for his part, had already told Mira and Aria his level days ago, so their lack of surprise was genuine. That didn't stop the smug smiles forming on their faces as they noticed the way other students stared at Elion in awe—and at them in envy.
"Damn," one girl whispered bitterly. "Those two really have it easy. I would give anything to be in their position right now."
"Do you think he'd mind a third?" another muttered, half-joking, half-not. "I mean, three is not much different from two, no?"
She wasn't the only one thinking it. Similar thoughts were running through most of the ladies looking at the trio.
Tessa and Isolde, however, were far less shocked. Tessa had sparred with Elion enough times to have a rough idea of where he truly stood, and Isolde... well, Elion had already told her during a casual conversation, though she hadn't quite believed it at the time.
She felt that it would be better for her sanity if she didn't really take his claims to heart. But now that it had been confirmed for all to see, she couldn't help but see him in a new light.
He wasn't just talented and powerful now; he was not only on the same level as the very best of their year, but he had also even leapfrogged right over all of them at some unknown time! His talent was just that peerless now!
Sensing the growing awkwardness, Randall finally cleared his throat again, deciding he'd let the moment stew long enough.
"Of course," he said, "there are also honorable mentions for those who managed to break the level twenty threshold and make it into the novice mage ranks this past month."
He looked down again.
"Aria Moon," he announced. "Level twenty-two."
Another ripple of surprise passed through the hall. How was this bimbo suddenly so talented! This time, Aria didn't miss the opportunity. She straightened slightly, puffing her chest out with unmistakable pride, as if silently declaring: Yes, my boyfriend is exceptional—but look at me too.
Randall let the surprised grunts subside before moving on to the next person.
"Jared Holt," Randall continued. "Level twenty."
"Lyra Ladenfang," he finished. "Level twenty-one."
More murmurs followed, impressed and surprised.
Elion, however, had gone still when Aria's level was announced.
His eyes narrowed slightly with suspicion. It couldn't be a coincidence, right? He hadn't though much of it, but now there was no denying it.
Both Mira and Aria had shown unusually fast progress this month. And it somehow began when he started pounding them reguarly.
System, he questioned inwardly.
[...]
A familiar response sounded in his head.
[System may have forgotten to mention that the Harem System also passively improves the mana cultivation of partners during your intimate sessions, though at a slower rate.]
Elion almost choked.
How? he demanded internally. I thought I was supposed to pay system points to advance my own level. So how are Mira and Aria improving passively? Does this apply to Beatrice as well?
[No. This feature only applies to permanent partners. You can consider it a bonus function. However, the progress is not free. This is the system's way of maintaining balance.]
Balance?
[You may have noticed that the more sessions you have with your partners, the fewer points you receive in subsequent sessions.]
Elion froze.
What? Really?
He coughed lightly to cover his reaction, keeping his expression neutral. In truth, he hadn't noticed at all. He'd been far more focused on the act of love-making itself than on tracking diminishing returns.
The system remained silent.
That silence stretched just long enough to feel... judgmental.
[...Well, now you know.]
Right, Elion thought stiffly. Just make sure you keep me updated on the system's full range of capabilities from now on.
[...Sure. Uh...]
Why does it sound like there's something else? he asked.
No response came.
The system was intentionally ignoring him. Which meant there was something else of note about the system that he didn't know of yet.
At the front of the hall, Randall continued, openly praising the group that had been called out and even noting that, as a whole, this first-year class had surpassed their seniors at the same stage of their careers as mages.
"The future is bright," he declared proudly.
Then he stepped back, gesturing toward Eveline. "I'll leave the more important matter to Professor Eveline."
The hall went quiet again.
That wasn't the important part? Every single student had the same thought at the exact same time.
Eveline stepped forward once Randall finished, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor as she faced the gathered students.
She smiled warmly, her gaze sweeping across the hall, and she offered subtle nods toward the standout students who had just been named. "Once again," she said, her voice clear and confident, "congratulations to all of you. Your progress this month has exceeded expectations, and you should be proud of yourselves."
The atmosphere in the hall was already charged, and whatever she was about to say only added to that growing tension.
"Now," Eveline continued, folding her hands lightly in front of her, "you may have already heard some rumors." She paused deliberately. "Considering that this is a major event that only occurs once every century, it is only natural that such rumors would spread. Still, I can say this much with certainty—this year, you are very fortunate to be students of this academy." She let that sink in for a moment before delivering the announcement. "In a few months' time, the Primordial Sage's Hidden Legacy World will open."
For a heartbeat, the hall was silent.
Then all hell broke loose.
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HAREM SYSTEM IN A FANTASY WORLDC106: Legacy World Announcement!
Chapter 106: Legacy World Announcement!
Gasps, shouts, and excited murmurs exploded throughout the room, students turning to one another in disbelief. While everyone knew of the existence of the Legacy World, the exact timing of its opening was a closely guarded secret, hidden even from most high-ranking organizations.
Rumors were always circulating, but no one had ever known the details. Now, they were being told directly that such a legendary event would occur in only a few months. Even Elion felt his eyes sharpen with interest.
A Legacy World was an opportunity no one in their right mind would ever pass up.
The resources found within such realms were beyond absurd.
Supreme treasures. High-grade mana stones that allowed for fast and stable mana cultivation. Rare and legendary weapons. Lost bloodlines thought to have vanished from the world. Elixirs with near-divine effects.
Those who had entered hidden legacy realms in the past always described the treasures within as being as plentiful as stars in the sky.
The only catch was the restriction imposed on how many items one could take out, a rule scholars believed had been set by the creator of the realm to ensure its treasures were spread evenly across generations.
That was why every century, academies, guilds, clans, and powerful organizations across the world sent their best youths into the Legacy World.
There was an age restriction—no one above thirty could enter—which made it a stage reserved almost exclusively for the younger generation. Naturally, competition for such opportunities was always fierce.
To truly understand the importance of this chance, one had to understand how resources were valued in the world. Weapons, for example, were graded by both power and rarity. Common-grade weapons could be crafted by any competent blacksmith and were accessible to nearly anyone.
Uncommon-grade weapons were a step above, requiring at least a fifth-grade crafter, as they could hold and release mana. These were the first true magical weapons, capable of bearing enchantments.
Rare-grade weapons demanded a fourth-grade crafter and could sustain much stronger enchantments, already placing them far beyond the reach of most people.
From there, the costs rose to terrifying levels. Epic-grade, Legendary-grade, Mythic-grade, and the elusive Divine-grade items were things most people only heard about in stories. Even well-established noble houses would struggle to obtain an epic-grade weapon.
A duchy like the Dawncrest family, for example, might possess at most one legendary-grade item in its entire history, which would be carefully guarded and passed down through generations from family head to family head.
The same hierarchy applied to elixirs, starting from something as basic as a lesser healing potion and rising to concoctions that could reshape a person's fate by raising their talent or extending lifespan.
Because of this, the importance of the Primordial Sage's Legacy World simply could not be overstated.
Once the noise died down, Eveline continued, explaining the academy's allocation. "The academy as a whole has been granted fifty quotas," she said. "Traditionally, first-year students receive only three of those." A few disappointed sighs were heard. "However," she added smoothly, "due to your exceptional performance this year, the Grand Principal himself has granted you one additional spot."
That announcement alone caused another ripple of excitement.
By now, most students could already guess where this was heading.
"As things stand," Eveline said, her tone measured, "there are five obvious candidates competing for four available spots among the first years." She raised a finger with each name. "Isolde. Elion. William. Tessa. Mira."
A few dissatisfied grunts echoed through the hall, but that was the extent of it. No one could reasonably argue against those choices. Each of them had clearly earned their place.
"Which would have been the case. However," Eveline continued with a knowing smile, "there are still a couple of months before the Legacy World opens. Because of that, the teaching staff has decided to do things a little differently this time." Her eyes gleamed with interest. "To give everyone a fair chance, a tournament will be held in two months' time."
The hall stirred.
"This tournament will involve all students from year one through year six," Eveline finished. "The results will determine who earns the final quotas."
The moment Eveline finished speaking, the atmosphere inside the hall shifted completely.
Several faces immediately brightened.
Of course, it was only those who truly believed they had a chance—students like Aria, Lyra, Jared, and a handful of others who hovered around levels nineteen and twenty.
Of course, the same could not be said for the ones who truly understood the reality of the situation. They would be lucky to raise their strength by two levels in two months, and that was if they somehow managed to grind in the dungeon down in Grimholt city. How were they supposed to catch up to these monsters in two months, if ever!
But hope was a cruel thing. Whether it was blind faith or real belief, there were more than a few hopeful expressions.
What had once been excitement turned into something sharper. You could almost feel the gears turning inside people's heads as students began recalculating their chances, reassessing rivals, and quietly measuring themselves against one another.
A tournament involving all six years wasn't just an opportunity—it was a battlefield, and everyone knew it.
Eveline let the murmurs continue for a few seconds before raising her hand. Silence gradually returned, though the tension lingered thick in the air.
"Before anyone lets their imagination run too far," she said calmly, "understand this: the tournament will not be simple sparring matches. It will be structured to test combat ability, control, adaptability, teamwork, and decision-making under pressure."
Her eyes swept the hall, lingering briefly on several students who stiffened under her gaze. "Luck alone will not carry you through."
That single sentence extinguished quite a few overconfident smiles.
"For first-year students especially," Eveline continued, "this is not expected to be easy. You will be facing seniors with far more experience and refined techniques. However, talent, preparation, and growth can bridge many gaps."
She smiled faintly. "That is why we are giving you time. And while you will be allowed to fight against your seniors, that is simply to sharpen your skills, the battles that will determine who gets these four spots will be amongst yourselves."
Two months.
It sounded generous. In reality, it was a countdown.
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HAREM SYSTEM IN A FANTASY WORLDC107: Gatekeeping
Chapter 107: Gatekeeping
Two months.
It sounded generous. In reality, it was a countdown.
Training intensity would skyrocket. Sparring rooms would be booked day and night. Friendships would strain, rivalries would harden, and alliances would quietly form.
Some students would burn out before the tournament even began. Others would break through their limits under the pressure.
Elion leaned back slightly, letting Aria remain comfortably settled against him. He could feel the faint tension in her body now; her earlier relaxation had been replaced by quiet determination.
She had straightened just a little, her eyes open and focused on Eveline, already thinking ahead.
Beside them, Mira's expression was calm but alert. Her fingers tapped once against Elion's thigh before stilling, a subtle tell that she was already planning. She didn't speak, but Elion could almost hear her thoughts racing ahead.
Around them, reactions varied wildly.
Some students looked pale, realizing too late that this chance was far more dangerous than it sounded. Others clenched their fists in excitement, their blood burning at the thought of proving themselves.
William sat rigid in his seat, jaw tight, his eyes fixed forward. The mention of the tournament had reignited something ugly in his gaze. He wasn't thinking about opportunity—he was thinking about settling scores.
Isolde sat quietly a few rows away, hands folded in her lap, her expression conflicted. The chance to enter the Legacy World was everything she had trained for.
In fact, since she was more privvy to the details because of her unknown status, it was the very reason she was in this academy, yet the idea of fighting seniors—and possibly Elion—made her chest tighten. Still, beneath the anxiety, there was resolve. She would not back down.
Eveline clasped her hands together. "Further details regarding the tournament format, rules, and schedule will be announced in the coming weeks. Until then, your priority is simple." Her lips curved into a confident smile. "Train. Improve. And you shall be rewarded."
She stepped back, signaling the end of the announcement.
The hall erupted into noise once more, louder than before.
Students immediately broke into groups, their voices overlapping as plans spilled out. The tournament had instantly reshaped the future of the entire academy.
Similar scenes were visible all through the upper floors as the corresponding Professors addressed their years.
Elion exhaled slowly.
Aria tilted her head slightly, glancing up at him. "Looks like things are about to get busy," she said quietly.
Mira smirked faintly. "Busy is an understatement."
...
Elion's pants pooled at his ankles, his thick cock pumping relentlessly into Beatrice's slick, welcoming pussy.
Each powerful thrust slammed his hips against her plush ass, the impact sending ripples through her soft flesh. His fingers dug into her narrow waist, holding her steady as he pounded her from behind.
"Ahhh, yes, just like that!" Beatrice gasped, her knuckles whitening as she clutched the edge of her desk.
Every forward plunge jolted her body, shoving the sturdy wooden surface forward with a protesting creak from its legs.
Her full, heavy breasts swayed pendulously beneath her, nipples hardening against the cool air of the room, brushing the desk's edge with each bounce.
Elion's balls tightened, the familiar surge building deep in his core.
Ngggghhh! He groaned, burying himself to the hilt as hot spurts of cum erupted straight into her depths, flooding her womb with his seed.
That damn harem system—he'd wrung the truth from it after some persistence. It turned out that the other function it was gatekeeping info about from him was that it naturally prevented pregnancies.
So no pulling out(Not that he ever did), and no unplanned pregnancies; he could indulge in his favourite creamy fillings without a second thought of the consequences.
Beatrice's walls clenched around him, milking every drop as her own pleasure crested in response.
With a satisfied grunt, Elion withdrew, his shaft glistening with their mixed juices, still rigid and throbbing, defying any notion of fatigue. Beatrice twisted around, her cheeks flushed, eyes gleaming with hunger.
She licked her lips, admiring the unyielding hardness of her favorite plaything. "I love how energetic you always are," she purred.
Elion's grin widened at her words. He slid both hands to her waist, pulling her close as she draped her arms around his neck, drawing him in. "Now, fuck me more. I want more of you inside me," she demanded.
One hand trailed down, her fingers wrapping around his slick length, guiding the swollen head back to her quivering entrance.
"Yes, ma'am," Elion chuckled.
He hooked his arm under her right thigh, lifting it just enough to angle himself perfectly. With a smooth push, he sank back into her heat, her pussy gripping him like a vice, still overflowing from his earlier load.
"Ohhhhh, mmmmm!!!" Beatrice's head fell back, eyes rolling up as ecstasy ripped through her once more.
Her body shuddered violently, another orgasm crashing over her without warning, her juices squirting lightly around his invading cock.
The sensitivity from their marathon session made every inch of him feel amplified, her nerves firing wildly.
Not done yet, Elion's muscles flexed as he hoisted her higher, his right hand securing her left leg now, lifting her off the ground entirely.
He drove upward, piercing even deeper into her core, the tip nudging her cervix with insistent pressure.
Beatrice's nails raked his shoulders, her mouth opening in a silent scream as fresh waves of bliss tore through her.
"So... deeeeeppp!" she wailed, her voice breaking as yet another climax seized her.
This position was new, uncharted territory in their adventures, and it overwhelmed her completely—her pussy spasming uncontrollably, drenching his thighs.
Pah-pah-pah—
After securing her weight steadily in his arms, Elion began pounding once again, the wet, slapping sounds echoed, as Elion carryied her toward the wall while buried inside her.
Each step jolted him deeper, his cock stirring her insides like a piston. Beatrice's legs trembled in his grasp, her body limp with overstimulation, but she urged him on with desperate whimpers.
He pressed her back against the cool wall, the contrast making her arch. With a swift adjustment, he slung both her legs over his broad shoulders, folding her nearly in half. T
his let him plunge impossibly further, his balls now slapping against her ass with every brutal thrust. Beatrice's world blurred into a haze of sensation—her clit grinding against his pubic bone, her breasts heaving wildly, nipples pebbled and aching.
"Fuck... yes... oh god, Elion!" After that, the the thrusting was so brutal that her words dissolved into a torrent of incoherent cries—moans, gasps, and guttural pleas blending into nonsense.
Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her, one bleeding into the next without mercy. Her pussy fluttered and squeezed, gushing around him, the slickness easing his relentless pace.
Inner walls pulsed with electric heat, every nerve alight, her mind fracturing under the onslaught.
Elion's own arousal built again, the sight of her unraveling spurring him on. He pounded harder, the wall vibrating behind her, his grip ironclad on her thighs.
Sweat slicked their bodies, the office filled with the symphony of flesh meeting flesh, her broken sobs, and his ragged breaths. He wasn't stopping—not until she'd taken everything he had to give.
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HAREM SYSTEM IN A FANTASY WORLDC108: Finally!
Chapter 108: Finally!
Elion's thrusts grew more savage, his hips snapping forward with unyielding force, each one burying his throbbing cock to the root in Beatrice's drenched folds.
Her body, pinned against the wall, jolted with every impact, her thick thighs quivering over his shoulders.
The angle allowed him to grind against her swollen clit, sending sparks of overstimulation through her core. Beatrice's incoherent babble escalated—"Ahh... nngh... f-fuck... more!"—her voice cracked as another climax built, coiling tight in her belly.
Sweat beaded on Elion's brow, dripping down his chest as he watched her face contort in ecstasy. Her pussy clamped down rhythmically, fluttering around his shaft like it was trying to pull him deeper inside.
He could feel her juices coating his balls, the slick mess trickling down her ass crack with every withdrawal. "That's it, take it all," he growled, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks to spread her wider, exposing her fully to his assault.
Beatrice's eyes fluttered, unfocused, as the pressure mounted unbearably. Her nails dug into his back through his shirt, and her breath came in short, desperate pants. "Elion... I... oh god, I'm—" Her words cut off in a sharp cry, her entire body seizing as the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.
Her walls convulsed wildly, squeezing his cock in vise-like pulses, gushing hot fluid that soaked his groin.
She arched off the wall, her breasts bouncing, and nipples stiff and begging for attention, before her strength gave out completely.
She went limp in his arms, her head lolling to the side, and her mouth slack with a final, breathless moan. Her eyelids drifted shut, body hanging bonelessly, utterly spent from the relentless pleasure.
Elion's pulse raced at the sight—her vulnerability fueling his own orgasm. He drove in one last time, grinding deep as his balls drew up tight.
"Fuck, yes!" he groaned, the heat surging through him. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his tip, painting her insides once more, filling her until it leaked around his base despite her unconscious clench.
"Haa...haaaa." Panting, Elion held her there by her ass for a moment longer, savoring the warmth of her body against his, the way her pussy still twitched faintly around him.
Satisfied, he eased out slowly, his cock emerging slick and flaccid, a trail of their combined juices dribbling from her gaping entrance down her inner thighs. Beatrice remained out cold, her chest rising and falling in shallow rhythms, a faint smile on her lips even in slumber.
The more sex he had, it felt like his sex drive only kept growing; it was starting to feel like, as long as he didn't want his dick to go limp, he could keep it hard for as long as he pleased.
Like now, since Beatrice had passed out, he decided that once he came, that would be it for today, and so his dick turned soft after he slid out of her.
With a gentle shift, Elion scooped Bea up into a princess carry, one arm under her knees and the other cradling her back. Her head rested against his shoulder, and her voluptuous form felt soft and heavy in his grasp.
Cum continued to seep from her pussy, leaving wet spots on his arm and leaking onto the floor as he carried her across the office to one of the beds at the far end.
The room now had a strong, sterile scent in it, and anyone with a decent sense of smell would be able to tell what happened here the moment they entered.
He laid her down tenderly on the crisp white sheets, her legs parting slightly to reveal the creamy white cum.
"What a mess we made." He chuckled.
Looking around, Elion spotted a box of tissues on the nearby counter. Grabbing a handful, he knelt between her spread thighs, gently parting her pink folds with his fingers.
The sight of her puffy, cum-stuffed pussy made his spent cock twitch, but he focused on cleaning her up. He pressed the soft tissues against her entrance, wiping away the thick globs of semen and her own slick fluids that oozed out.
Methodically, he dabbed and stroked, earning a light moan from the unconscious Beatrice. The tissues slowly soaked up the mess from her sensitive lips and inner thighs until she was mostly dry, then Elion discarded them in a nearby bin.
His gaze lingered on her flushed skin, the rise and fall of her breasts, before he turned to gather her discarded clothes from the floor. Starting with her soaked, slightly transparent lace underwear.
He slid them up her legs, careful not to jostle her too much. The material hugged her curves again, though it was now stained with their juices.
Next came her skirt, which he tugged over her hips, smoothing it down her thick thighs. The blouse followed, buttons fastening snugly over her generous chest, which was marked with bites of his teeth.
He skipped the tights and bra, figuring she'd manage without them. Finally, he pulled a thin white sheet over her body, tucking it around her shoulders to preserve her modesty just in case someone walked in before she woke up.
Hope she wakes up soon, Elion mused with a sly smile, imagining the scandal if someone walked in.
Straightening his own clothes— he zipped his pants, tucked in his shirt— and he gave her one last appreciative glance before slipping out the door, the click of the latch echoing softly behind him.
...
Finally!
Elion was walking toward the combat training class with a light smile on his face, his steps relaxed and unhurried. He was quite pleased with himself, and for good reason.
His system points had climbed to 22,565, an amount that finally put a long-awaited goal within reach.
With this many points, he could purchase the suppression ring and break through without causing any trouble or drawing any unwanted attention to himself. He would even be able to scale up or scale down his strength if he wanted to.
That kind of ability was simply to conveninent! The thought alone lifted his mood even further.
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Chapter 109: Buying the Suppression Ring
That kind of ability was simply to conveninent! The thought alone lifted his mood even further.
As he walked, he opened the system store, his focus settling on the item he had been eyeing for quite some time now. The familiar interface appeared before his eyes, and he selected it without hesitation.
[Artifact: Suppression Ring]
Type: Accessory / Concealment
Item Grade: Legendary
Description: A finely crafted ring designed to suppress and mask the wearer's true power. When worn, it conceals the user's aura and interferes with both magical perception and scanning abilities. Any probes directed at the wearer will only detect the mana core stage set by the user, regardless of their actual strength. The ring does not reduce the wearer's real power—only how it is perceived. Its suppression can be adjusted freely, allowing the user to appear weak, average, or deceptively competent.
Cost: 20,000 SP
He didn't even stop to think about it. The decision was instant.
The moment he confirmed the purchase, 20,000 system points vanished from his point total. Elion grimaced slightly at the loss, the number dropping far more dramatically than he liked.
Twenty thousand points, gone. Just like that.
All that 'hard' work, for a whole month, and 90% of his points were gone.
Still, the discomfort barely lasted a second. The air above his open palm suddenly distorted, rippling as if space itself had been disturbed, and then an object materialized into existence.
A plain ring rested quietly in his hand.
Elion blinked, surprised by how unremarkable it looked.
It felt cool to the touch, with no gemstone, engraving, or ornament to draw attention. The band was forged from a dark, moon-tinted metal that was smooth and seamless, as if it had been poured into shape directly from the forge, rather than hammered by a smith.
When he tilted it under the light, it didn't gleam or shine. Instead, the light seemed to fade as it touched the surface, swallowed by the metal like water sinking into a deep, still lake.
He turned the ring slowly between his fingers. On one side of the band, a thin circular mark was etched into the metal.
The lines were faint, easy to miss unless someone looked closely. When he focused on them, they appeared to shift slightly—not truly moving, but refusing to stay fixed, like a trick played on the eyes.
The weight of the ring felt wrong for its size. It wasn't heavier than expected, but strangely precise, as though every fraction of its mass had been carefully measured and nothing at all had been wasted.
Holding it, Elion sensed a quiet pressure radiating from the ring, so subtle that he might have imagined it, like standing near someone who was carefully holding their breath.
Yet despite all that, there was no obvious sense of power coming from it.
Elion stared at the ring for a moment longer before letting out a quiet breath.
"So this is what a legendary-grade item feels like," he thought.
He slipped the ring onto his finger without hesitation.
The moment it settled into place, a faint pulse spread through his hand and vanished just as quickly, so that anyone else might have missed it. It readjusted its size to fit snugly onto his finger.
There was no pain or a sudden surge of power, no dramatic reaction at all. It simply fit, as if it had always belonged there.
He focused inward, testing it.
At once, his presence changed. The dense, tightly compressed mana within him felt distant and veiled behind a thin but absolute barrier. To the outside world, his aura dulled and softened, settling at a level that felt... ordinary.
Right now, he gave off the aura of an Apprentice mage.
Elion exhaled slowly, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.
"So this is how it works," he murmured under his breath.
He adjusted the setting slightly, nudging the perceived level just a little higher up to the Adept mage. After confirming that it worked as intended, he then lowered his aura once again.
He confirmed that the ring responded instantly to his intent. There was no delay or resistance, and there was no feedback loop at all.
A legendary item indeed.
With this, he could finally break through without having to risk being turned into a lab rat or drawing unwanted attention to himself. The thought alone made his steps feel lighter, though he decided to wait until later at night to finally break through.
Considering what had happened on his last breakthrough into the novice ranks, who knew what might happen this time?
Today, he was off duty once again for patrol, so that meant he had to attend class.
He went back to his room first, changing quickly before heading out again. Combat training class today wasn't being held indoors today, but out in one of the academy's open-air fields.
He arrived just as Professor Selene was striding onto the field herself, radiating energy as usual. Before he could even greet her properly, an excited smack landed squarely on his back, making him arch forward with a sharp hiss of pain.
A bunch of hearty laughter exploded from the group at the sight. Some students clutched their sides, others laughed openly without bothering to hide it. To them, seeing the normally composed Elion get casually manhandled by Selene was simply too funny.
Not everyone shared that sentiment.
William snorted in derision with his arms crossed. Jared clicked his tongue, looking away with a scowl, and a few others around them wore similar expressions. They clearly didn't find it funny at all.
Still, while most people ignored them now, there were plenty who continued hovering around William's group, laughing a bit too loudly and throwing glances his way, eager to stay on good terms.
"Elion! Let's get right to it!" Selene said with a wide, toothy grin, clearly pleased with herself.
Elion straightened slowly, rubbing his back with a wry smile. If he had to endure those muscle-headed slaps every time she saw him, he might genuinely have to start avoiding her.
He moved toward the rest of the group instead, offering easy smiles to Mira and Aria as he passed, but not stopping to chat.
As he was about to walk past Aria, she suddenly paused. Her nose twitched slightly, and she leaned closer, sniffing the air with an unusually serious expression. Then, in a calm and casual tone that didn't quite match her sharp gaze at all, she spoke.
"You have the smell of another woman on you."
The words landed softly, but the meaning behind them was anything but light.
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Chapter 110: Do you swing both ways?
"You smell like another woman."
Elion stopped mid-step, then let out a quiet chuckle as he raised a hand to his head, rubbing his temple as if already resigned.
He didn't confirm it, and he didn't deny it either. He simply smiled in a way that made Aria's eyes narrow just a little more.
He hadn't cared to clean himself up other than changing into training clothes after fucking with Beatrice.
"That so?" he said, his tone relaxed.
Aria crossed her arms, clearly unconvinced, but she didn't press the issue further. Instead, she just watched him closely. There was no anger in her expression, just a possessive, predatory look that she didn't bother hiding.
Honestly, Elion found it amusing.
Having a cute, possessive girlfriend was funny in its own way, especially when she acted so serious about it. The situation became even more ridiculous when he remembered that his other girlfriend was standing right beside her.
He could see that they were trying to get along despite their own shortcomings, which was honestly wholesome. If anything, that made it harder for him not to smile.
He shook his head lightly and continued walking, feeling a strange sense of ease settle over him. He didn't really need to always be around them, especially since they were standing around with the other girls.
It was just that they usually made a point to stay with him whenever he was around, so they were probably tired of him now.
Yeah, definitely not.
"The usual!" Selene snapped, clapping her hands. "But you're all running twice the distance today!"
Groans followed, but they were fewer than usual despite the increase in intensity. Everyone understood why she was pushing them harder now, and more than that, there was an eagerness in the air. The announcement of the tournament had lit a fire under all of them, even though they all knew they didn't stand a chance at those spots.
They started running the track, their feet pounding against the dirt in a steady rhythm. The enthusiasm lasted for a few dozen rounds before reality set in. Breathing grew ragged, sweat soaked through clothes, and faces tightened with strain.
Courage was one thing, but this challenge was brutal, and most of them realized it far sooner than they wanted to admit.
As expected, the usual standouts were still breathing evenly. Elion and Tessa ran at the front, their pace steady, looking almost relaxed compared to everyone else.
Then Elion drifted slightly to the side, matching Tessa's pace.
"Didn't expect you to still look this comfortable this far in the warmup," Elion said.
Tessa smiled, not even glancing at him. "Same to you. You're not showing any signs of exhaustion."
"I could say the same. And considering that you've been pushing yourself lately, I assumed you would be tired by now."
"You noticed?" she asked, a hint of pride slipping into her voice.
"Hard not to. Your mana control's cleaner too."
"That's because I stopped focusing on just my martial arts and actually started trying to improve my level. Turns out fundamentals actually matter," she said dryly.
Elion chuckled. "Eveline would love hearing that. Selene, though, maybe not so much."
"Yeah, she'd probably smack me too," Tessa replied. "So... training together later?"
"As usual?" Elion asked.
"As usual," she confirmed. "Sparring, not holding back."
"I wouldn't insult you like that," he said.
"Good," Tessa replied. "I want to see how big the gap really is now. You better not get beaten by someone weaker than you."
"Delusional much?" Elion teased.
"You mean confident," she corrected. "There's a difference."
A brief silence passed as they kept running, their footsteps perfectly in sync.
"So," Tessa said, "the legacy world."
Elion's eyes sharpened slightly. "Yeah. That."
"You planning to go all out in the tournament?" she asked.
"I don't really have a choice," he replied. "Neither do you."
She nodded. "True. If we do make it through the tournament, which is pretty much a guarantee. It might be a good idea to team up."
Elion glanced at her and feigned shock. "The great Tessa Crimson asking to partner with a peasant like me!?"
"Please," she laughed. "You're strong, you're calm under pressure, and you don't do stupid things for pride. Like some people."
"That last one feels targeted at someone."
"It is," she said without hesitation. Though she didn't make a point to look back at the target of her targeted jeer.
He laughed. "I'll take it as a compliment then."
"So?" Tessa pressed. "Team up with me?"
"I was already thinking the same thing," Elion said. "Two is better than one in a place like that, or three. Or four," he added slowly with a smirk.
"What, are you looking to build a team of women for your potential harem. Or are you not aware that the fourth person will probably be William? Confident in your women, or do you have something else in mind?"
Elion could only shake his head as Tessa went through a wild scenario, though her thoughts somehow hit home. He wouldn't be spending so much time around Tessa if he weren't interested in her.
Initially, he had to use his succubus abilities to charm Aria and Mira, but now that he didn't feel like he was in a hurry to accumulate system points, he felt that there was no need to use the same methods with Tessa and Isolde.
Which is why he was putting in the effort to get to know them. He didn't feel bad about how he handled Mira, far from it. In fact, it would take quite some convincing for him to fully believe that she was actually devoted to him, and even more time to gain his trust.
But he wasn't too worried about it because of the Harem System's death penalty.
I should probably tell them about it. He thought. It would be too cruel if they cheated on him, only to die, without even knowing how they died.
Meanwhile, Tessa continued with her conspiracies.
"Or....haaaa!" She made a shocked look as she covered her mouth with her palm. "Wait... Elion?" she asked.
"What?"
"Do you swing both ways?" Elion's expression darkened as he understood her meaning.
He had casually suggested building a team around all four spots. But how had she come to the conclusion that he wanted anything to do with William!? Even if he wanted William in that team, how did that equate to him being gay!?
"Fuck you, Tessa!"
Tessa laughed heartily, absolutely loving his reaction.
"It will probably be just you, me, and Isolde. If she agrees," Elion corrected her. Tessa wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Alright, I'm fine with that. Sounds like a plan. But you trust me that much?" she asked.
"I've sparred with you enough times to know you won't stab me in the back," he replied. "That's rare."
Tessa smiled a little wider. "Good. Because I don't plan to slow you down."
"Wouldn't expect you to," Elion said. "If anything, I'll have to keep up with you."
"Hah. Now that's funny," she said. "But I'll remember you said that."
They ran quietly for a while before Tessa started another unusual conversation.
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Chapter 111: Demonstration
"By the way, your pace isn't too bad," Tessa said, glancing sideways at him while keeping her stride smooth. "Though I hear your real talent isn't running."
"Oh?" Elion replied, amused. "And here I thought I was finally being appreciated for my hard work."
She snorted. "Please. You're turning into a full-blown womaniser. Seriously—how did you even manage to get into both Mira and Aria's pants?"
He raised a brow in surprise, caught off guard by her straightforwardness. Damn, she's direct.
But then he laughed dryly. "What can I say? I'm charming."
That did it. Tessa burst out laughing, loud and unrestrained, her shoulders shaking as she ran, her chest jiggling enticingly with the motion. "Charming, huh? That's what you're calling it now?"
Elion got to see quite a sight. Her breasts were always a marvel to look at when she wore her gym clothes, especially since she wore nothing but that tank top, not even a bra underneath, meaning her nipples were always on display.
Since they were talking about him being a womanizer, he didn't even bother hiding that he was looking at her chest. Though she didn't seem to mind it. "Would you prefer 'naturally gifted'?" he said lightly.
She shot him a look, her eyes sparkling. "Careful. You're starting to sound proud of your third leg."
"Shouldn't I be?" he said with a shrug. "Results speak for themselves. Mira and Aria can vouch for me." He teased.
"And, if you're curious, I could give you a demonstration sometime." Elion pointed downward toward his crotch with a wide grin on his face.
She tilted her head downwards, looking at the docile bulge in his pants, her lips parting slightly in a mock gasp, and a light blush crept up her neck as she quickly looked away.
Elion could see her try to keep a mostly calm expression, though.
If she wanted to tease him about being a womanizer, he would play along. But it was obvious to Elion that Tessa was just another confident and inexperienced young woman.
She tilted her head, studying him for a moment. "So," she said casually, "You are trying to get into my pants too?"
Elion blinked, genuinely surprised, then raised an eyebrow. "Well. That was... straightforward."
Maybe she's more experienced than I gave her credit for?
She smiled. "What can I say, I like efficiency."
He chuckled, then answered smoothly, "Maybe I am. Would you let me if I tried?"
Tessa laughed again, her chest bouncing as she shook her head. "Who knows? You'd have to convince me first that guys are anything other than perverts. Then maybe I'll let you have me."
"That's harsh, I don't claim to be a saint, but," Elion said. "I feel personally attacked."
She glanced back briefly, eyes flicking toward Mira and Aria running not too far behind them, then looked forward again with a teasing smile. "And considering what I've been seeing lately, you've got your work cut out for you."
"So you're saying there's a chance?" Elion pressed.
Instead of answering, Tessa suddenly increased her pace, her boots biting into the dirt as she surged ahead.
"Hey," Elion said, laughing as he sped up to keep beside her. "That wasn't an answer."
She only smirked, eyes forward, saying nothing—leaving him to chase both her pace and the question she'd very deliberately left hanging.
By now, over 80% of the class had given up, falling to the floor and dragging themselves to the sparring mats, all while Elion and Tessa widened the gap between them and everyone else.
After that, it was only the two of them, and even then, Tessa gave up soon, so Elion had to stop as well, even though he was not as tired.
They still had to spar.
Once they were called forward and took their places on the mats, the noise of the training field seemed to fade into the background. Elion settled into his stance, his feet firm against the ground, his shoulders loose, and his breath steady as he focused entirely on the woman in front of him.
Tessa mirrored him with practiced ease, balling her fists and shifting her legs so her body was angled sideways; she was light on her feet like a predator ready to spring.
Her stance was clean and disciplined. The posture of someone who had thrown a thousand punches.
For a brief moment, they simply watched each other, and then they moved at the same time.
Tessa struck first, fast and aggressive, her fists cutting through the air with sharp precision. Elion reacted on instinct, his arms coming up to deflect and absorb the blows as he gave ground step by step.
Under normal circumstances, it was obvious how this would go—Tessa's raw physical power, her technique, and relentless pressure would overwhelm him like it always had before. But this time was different, because Elion had fought her enough times to recognize the patterns hidden in her attacks.
And he had grown stronger once again.
She swept low with her leg, aiming to knock his balance out from under him, and Elion jumped just in time. He barely had a moment to register the dodge before a fist was already waiting for him in the air.
He crossed his arms to shield his face, and the impact landed solidly, the force rattling through his bones and forcing a grunt from his throat as he was knocked back a step. Every move Tessa made was calculated, flowing smoothly from one strike into the next without hesitation.
The spar dragged on, far longer than anyone expected. Blows were exchanged again and again, arms clashing, feet scraping against the dirt, the rhythm of combat pulling them deeper into the fight.
Elion still took more hits than he landed, but now and then he slipped through her guard, landing a clean strike to her side or shoulder before retreating again. Neither of them noticed how much time had passed, completely absorbed in the back-and-forth of the battle.
For the nth time, Elion landed awkwardly, his boots scraping dirt, and Tessa was already on him again. She flowed from strike to strike with frightening precision, her every movement chained to the next.
Hooks, elbows, and low kicks aimed to destabilize. None of her movements was wasted.
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Chapter 112: Bruised Ego
None of Tessa's movements was wasted.
This was Tessa in her flow state. Under normal circumstances, she would have crushed him by now, but this time, Elion had grown stronger, so the fight went on.
They traded again, arms crossing in defense, forearms colliding with dull, meaty thuds. Elion took another heavy blow to the chest and rolled with it, then answered with a clean strike that snapped Tessa's head to the side. She grinned through her exhaustion and came back twice as fierce.
Eventually, Tessa's breathing grew heavy, her chest rising and falling as sweat clung to her skin. She straightened slightly and looked at Elion, who was pushing himself up from the ground once more.
His breath was a bit uneven too, and his body showed the marks of far more hits, yet somehow he still looked like he had more energy to spare. Elion, on the other hand, was smiling, a wide and genuine grin spreading across his face—this was the longest he had ever lasted against this battle maniac.
At some point, no one could say when, the rest of the class had stopped what they were doing. Even Professor Selene had gone quiet, her eyes wide as she watched the spar unfold. Elion and Tessa had completely lost themselves in the fight, and their exchange had drawn everyone's attention simply because it was too good to look away from.
Finally, Tessa relaxed her body and stepped back, raising both hands in surrender. "I give up," she said, exhaling deeply. Now she understood that no matter what she did, this monster would be the one still standing in the end. Elion walked over with an easy smile, and the two of them shook hands.
"Good fight," he said, and she smiled back without hesitation.
"Your first win," she added, making his grin widen even further.
"One of many more to come."
"You wish," Tessa laughed.
A round of applause broke out from the students around them. Elion and Tessa stood there, basking in it without a hint of embarrassment, while off to the side, William and his group could only glare at them in silence.
That should be meee!
...
"How is our new recruit doing?" Evander asked Liora, who was lounging lazily. She was as relaxed as ever, sitting in a chair inside the DC with her legs propped up on the immaculate table, looking completely at ease.
"Oh, you know, he's decent enough," she continued casually. "There haven't really been any incidents serious enough to truly test him yet, but he's got a good head on his shoulders."
Evander nodded in agreement. He had thought as much himself, having kept an eye on Elion's record so far. However, his eyebrow twitched when he noticed Liora's sitting position, his gaze flicking briefly to the table beneath her boots.
Do you know how expensive the material that the table is made out of? He thought irritably, though he kept the complaint to himself.
He forced himself to act like the calm gentleman he was expected to be. "Do you think he's good enough to patrol on the second-year floors yet?" Evander asked after a moment.
"Yeah, definitely," Liora replied without hesitation. "He's already as strong as your average second-year. I'm sure you've heard about his level by now."
Evander nodded grimly at that. He truly hadn't expected Elion to turn out to be such a wildcard, especially not so quickly.
It seems I underestimated him, he admitted silently, the realization leaving a faint sour taste in his mouth.
"How are things going with Celeste?" Liora asked suddenly, her tone light but curious. The calm expression on Evander's face cracked for just a fraction of a second before he cleared his throat.
"Fine," he said simply.
"Really?" Liora pressed, getting up and sitting closer to him.
Evander turned his head away slightly. "Nothing special."
While Liora had told Elion that she stopped partnering with Celeste because she was bored of spending time with the cold vampire girl, the truth was very different.
The decision had been Evander's, not hers. Just a month ago, Evander had received a message from his father, the head of the Kletis clan, informing him that he was to be officially engaged to Celeste in the near future.
Celeste had received a similar letter from her own father around the same time. Of course, Evander could only accept the arrangement. Well... who was he kidding? Anyone would kill to have someone as talented and beautiful as Celeste as their future wife.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little excited about it. His father had also urged him to try and get closer to her, mentioning that Celeste's father would not force the engagement if his daughter strongly opposed it.
Unfortunately, things were not going well at all.
Before Evander could even bring up the subject properly, Celeste had looked him straight in the eyes and shut him down with two simple words.
"Not a chance." That was all she said before walking away, leaving him standing there in silence.
Of course, since he was five years her senior, Evander knew he could bend the rules to his advantage regardless of her feelings. Even if she wanted nothing to do with him, if he played his cards well, the engagement could still move forward.
That was why he had asked Liora to partner with Elion instead, then quietly rearranged things so that Celeste would work directly under him as his secretary. Anyone with eyes could tell what he was trying to do.
And yet, Celeste allowed it.
The reason was simple. She hated patrol duty, and if she could take advantage of Evander's delusions to slack off, then all the better. Evander, however, completely misunderstood the situation.
He couldn't comprehend why things were turning out this way. He was ranked among the top three strongest of his peers, good-looking, well-mannered, and, as far as he knew, always polite to everyone.
Because of Celeste's status, he had been especially nice to her ever since they met. So why the outright rejection?
What kind of pride does this woman have? he thought bitterly. She thinks she's above everyone else. I doubt she'll ever find a better husband than me. He reassured himself, quietly stroking his own wounded ego.
Liora could tell that Evander was completely lost in his thoughts, so she stopped teasing him. Honestly, considering Celeste's personality, she could already guess how the past few weeks had gone. Poor guy, she thought with a silent chuckle. He's in for a real mess.
She had already seen plenty of men from her class and even upperclassmen approach Celeste, only to be rejected outright.
Some had even been brutally insulted when they refused to back off. Liora would need at least two more pairs of hands to count how many men Celeste had turned down so far—and Evander was just the latest in a very long line.
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Chapter 113: Dungeon Dive
Elion kept his expression calm as he walked, but his thoughts were anything but. He had successfully advanced into the Adept Mage realm.
Of course, the moment the breakthrough was completed, he had immediately looked at his status with a lot of anticipation. And of course, it did not disappoint.
He had already looked at it multiple times already, but he kept going back to look at it again. Who would blame him? The changes were just jarring.
[Status]
[Name: Elion Nova]
[Age: 18]
[Race: Human / Incubus]
[Talent: Gold Grade]
{[Classes]}
• Triple Elemental Mage (Water, Earth, Fire) – Adept Rank
• Swordsman – Refined Mastery
[Level: 31 (0 / 3100 XP)]
[Strength: 210]
[Agility: 240]
[Speed: 230]
[Vitality: 1000]
[Stamina: 1000]
[Intelligence: 300]
[Mana: 250]
[Will: 200]
[Charm: 1000 / 10 000]
[Perception: 200 / 1000]
{[MageSkills]}[Water Bullet – Lv2] [Water Blade – Lv1] [Tidal Wave – Lv2][Stone Bullet – Lv2] [Earth Wall – Lv2] [Tremor – Lv1][Terror Shield – Lv2] [Sinkhole – Lv2] [Encasement Wall – Lv1][Stone Fist – Lv2][Fireball – Lv2] [Flame Wheel – Lv2] [Hell Flare – Lv2][Flashbang – Lv1] [Flaming Fist – Lv1] [Rain of Flames – Lv2]
[Sword Skills: Footwork, Slash, Thrust, Parry, Flowing Edge, Piercing Fang, Perfect Parry, Dead Angle Strike]
{[Unique Skills]}
[Sinful Touch – Divine]
[Mind Control – Divine]
[Harem Seal – Divine]
[Irresistible Charm – Divine]
[Discerning Eye – Divine Lv2]
[Enhanced Cognition – Lv2]
[Love Meter]
[Sword Mastery]
{[Permanent Partners]} [Aria][Mira]
{[Temporary Partners]} [Beatrice]
[System Points: 279]
[System Store]
Elion stared at the status screen for several seconds before letting out a slow breath. Of course, he was poor again. After spending what little he had left to push himself into level thirty-one, his system points had dropped to a pathetic number. Two hundred and seventy-nine points barely even counted as savings anymore.
What annoyed him far more, however, was the experience requirement.
Three thousand one hundred experience points.
He clenched his jaw as he did the math in his head. Just two levels earlier, advancing from twenty-nine to thirty had only required two hundred and ninety experience points. Now the requirement had exploded more than tenfold in a single jump. The system was no longer scaling evenly. It was rising exponentially.
What the hell is this!? He thought grimly.
Now he finally understood what Eveline had meant when she said that the higher one climbed, the more difficult advancement became. If the level progression followed any form of consistency, then reaching the later Advanced levels(Levels 40-49) would easily require forty thousand experience points per level. And that was only the Advanced stage.
High Mage. Arch Mage. Grand Mage... And that was not even the end of it. He didn't even want to think of the higher ranks.
Just imagining the numbers made his head throb.
Without a system like his, advancement at those stages would be borderline impossible. No wonder powerful mages were so rare. No wonder most people stagnated for decades or died long before reaching those heights.
Reaching Adept Mage had changed something fundamental inside him, not just in raw power, but in how stable and solid his mana felt. Before, his energy had always been eager, restless, like water about to boil over.
Now it sat heavy and controlled in his core, dense and obedient, responding to his intent without resistance. It was the kind of foundation that made future growth possible, even if the absurd experience requirements threatened to crush his motivation before he even started.
The realization had sobered him a little. Power was not something you rushed forever. At some point, effort alone stopped being enough. He finally understood why high-ranking mages were treated like living legends rather than common warriors. Reaching those heights was not just about talent, but time, resources, and surviving long enough to get there.
Still, Elion had advantages others did not.
His stats had once again grown to unreasonable levels. Not only were they higher, but they were also far more detailed now, accurately reflecting his actual physical and mental capabilities rather than being vague general values. That was the real reason he had been able to crush William despite the level difference.
Some stats, like charm and perception, had a base value and a capped maximum when boosted by skills. If he fully activated Irresistible Charm, his charm stat would skyrocket to ten thousand. Even he knew that was excessive.
His absurd stamina and vitality were thanks to the half-incubus racial buff he had gained that time, a benefit that continued to show its value the more his body evolved.
All in all, his status looked... impressive.
He smiled faintly to himself as he walked.
Their entire class was currently making their way along a familiar stone pathway toward the dungeon entrance. The scenery stirred a strange sense of déjà vu within him. This was, after all, near the very place where he had almost died, and then he first received the system. Despite that, he felt calm rather than uneasy.
Today's dungeon expedition was different.
Selene, Eveline, and George were all present, which alone spoke volumes. This wasn't a routine training run. It was a serious operation, and after everything that had happened in recent months, the academy clearly wasn't taking chances anymore.
They were probably being cautious; either they feared William would look for an opportunity to get rid of the stain that was Elion, or they thought Elion would be the one doing the killing. Honestly, both could be true depending on the situation.
Elion walked near the back of the group, Aria clinging to his arm without the slightest hint of embarrassment. Mira was further ahead, chatting with some friends from another group. Elion's gaze briefly drifted forward, where he noticed Isolde glancing back at him more than once.
She clearly wanted to say something.
But each time her eyes flicked toward Aria, she hesitated.
Elion sighed quietly. He only hoped that whatever it was she wanted to say, it could wait.
They soon arrived at the dungeon entrance, the massive stone archway looming over them like the open mouth of some ancient beast.
Unlike last time, a different pair of guards was stationed there, both wearing reinforced armor. Their expressions were sharp and professional as they watched the approaching group.
Selene stepped forward first, exchanging a few quiet words with them while Eveline presented the necessary clearance. George stood slightly behind, arms crossed, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings as if checking for anything out of place.
The guards listened attentively, nodding once or twice as they glanced at the assembled students.
After a brief discussion, one of the guards stepped aside and made a hand signal. The other moved to the side as well, allowing the wide entrance to fully open before them. "You're cleared to enter," he said firmly, his eyes lingering for a moment on the professors. "Standard protocols apply. If anything goes wrong, retreat immediately and signal."
With that, the path ahead was opened.
The air beyond the entrance felt cooler and heavier, carrying the familiar scent of damp stone and lingering mana. One by one, the students began to file inside, their earlier chatter fading into a tense, excited silence as the darkness of the dungeon swallowed them whole once again.
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HAREM SYSTEM IN A FANTASY WORLDC114: Dungeon Dive II
Chapter 114: Dungeon Dive II
As soon as they stepped onto the first floor of the dungeon, Selene's sharp voice rang out. "Weapons out. Everyone, now."
Her tone left no room for argument, even though it might have seemed like overkill to some. Every student present was a proven talent, each one of them strong enough to reach at least the tenth floor on their own, but dungeon rules were unforgiving, accidents like monsters escaping from the lower floors were not uncommon, and caution was a habit drilled into them from day one.
Elion calmly reached behind his back and drew a simple sword from its sheath. It was a common-grade weapon, with a flat edge, a thin but long blade, and no decorations to speak of.
The moment it appeared, a few snickers rose from William's group several meters away, accompanied by looks of open disdain. To them, a weapon like that was something only desperate or incompetent fighters would use.
William, clearly enjoying the attention, drew his own sword with a flourish. The blade gleamed with a rich golden sheen, wide and imposing, radiating quality even to the untrained eye.
"What grade is that?" Jared asked loudly, his voice full of exaggerated excitement, though it was obvious he already knew the answer. The question was less curiosity and more performance, meant to put William on display.
"Of course it's rare grade," William said proudly, swinging the broadsword a bit too recklessly through the air. Several students nearby turned to look, murmuring in admiration. Elion, however, didn't even spare them a glance. Instead, he gently swung his own plain sword a few times, testing its weight and balance. His expression looked thoughtful and focused.
Since this was the first time he was actually using it, he wanted to get a proper feel for it. The blade responded smoothly, feeling light but stable in his grip.
"Decent weapon," he thought, giving a small, satisfied nod. He had bought it from the system store just before entering the dungeon, specifically for this excursion.
There was no way he was going to use the sword his father had given him for something like this. That blade was only an uncommon grade weapon, nothing impressive in terms of value, but to Elion, it was priceless.
It was the last thing his father had ever given him, and the only physical reminder he had left of his late father. He wasn't about to risk chipping it, breaking it, or losing it over something as trivial as a routine dungeon run.
After that, the whole moved together through the passages of the first floor.
They moved deeper into the dungeon in a tight formation, their boots crunching lightly against gravel and loose stone. The first floor was quiet, almost too quiet, but that was to be expected with a group this large.
The faint growls and skittering sounds that usually echoed through these upper levels faded as they advanced. Low-tier beasts relied heavily on instinct.
And instinct told them one thing—
Run.
The mana signatures of over a bunch of talented first-year mages were overwhelming. Not to mention the three professors. Even the more aggressive creatures lurking in the shadows chose to retreat rather than challenge such a force. A few pairs of glowing eyes peeked out from cracks in the stone walls, only to disappear moments later.
"Well," Jared muttered as they descended a wide stone ramp toward the third floor, "this is anticlimactic."
"Be grateful," Tessa said dryly from nearby. "The last time it wasn't anticlimactic, someone almost died."
A brief silence followed that comment.
William scoffed. "That was incompetence, not danger."
Elion didn't respond.
They continued downward, passing floor after floor without resistance. A few scattered corpses of dungeon beasts lay abandoned in corridors, likely taken down by other adventurers earlier in the day.
By the time they reached the tenth floor, the atmosphere had changed slightly. The air was heavier here, the mana denser.
Selene stopped walking and turned to face them.
"Alright," she said, cracking her knuckles. "This is where it starts getting interesting."
Eveline stepped forward gracefully, her eyes scanning the group. "We'll divide into smaller teams from here. Mobility is key. Large groups become slow and predictable."
George adjusted his glasses. "Three instructors. Four teams for each of us, of four students per group."
Selene pointed casually. "I'll take Tessa, Elion, Lyra, and Jared. and..." She named a bunch of other names who walked over toward her.
Tessa grinned immediately. "Nice."
Lyra crossed her arms but nodded. Jared looked disgruntled.
Elion simply stepped forward without comment.
Eveline's voice followed smoothly. "I'll take Mira, Isolde, Aria, and Tian. and...."
Aria blinked. "Oh,"
Mira smirked slightly. "Looks like we're babysitting...."
Isolde glanced briefly at Elion before moving toward Eveline's side.
George began selecting the remaining students for his own group, his tone calm and measured. "William. You'll be with me."
William lifted his chin slightly. "Naturally."
A few of his usual companions quickly positioned themselves near him.
Selene clapped her hands once. "Listen up. We're not here to play hero. You fight smart, you support each other, and you don't overextend."
"Tch, why am I with this group?" Jared muttered under his breath.
Selene shot him a grin. "What, you don't like it here?"
"N-no ma'am!" That drew a bunch of amused laughter. Once the groups were ready, they all began heading out in separate directions.
Eveline added gently, "Focus on coordination. This isn't about individual glory."
George's eyes swept over his group. "And remember, strength without discipline is useless."
Selene rolled her shoulders and turned toward a darker tunnel branching off from the main chamber. "Alright, my group—let's move."
Elion adjusted his grip on his sword and followed without hesitation as they split off into separate corridors.
Selene led them into a side tunnel branching off from the main chamber. The light from the mana crystals grew dimmer here, and the air felt thicker, heavier.
The walls were rough and damp, with faint scratch marks running along the stone where beasts had sharpened claws over time.
"Stay sharp," Selene said casually, though her eyes were alert. "Tenth-floor beasts won't run like the ones above. Tessa, Elion, Lyra, and Jared. You are leading the charge!" They nodded in agreement.
Lyra walked a little ahead, her ears twitching slightly as she listened for movement. Tessa rolled her shoulders, loosening up, while Elion moved at a steady pace beside them.
Jared, however, was clearly on edge.
He kept glancing around, gripping his weapon tighter than necessary. Every small sound made his head snap in that direction. When a pebble shifted under his boot, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
Tessa noticed first.
"You alright there?" she asked lightly.
"I'm fine," Jared replied quickly. Too quickly.
A low growl echoed from deeper in the tunnel, and Jared flinched again, almost stepping into Elion.
"Careful," Elion said calmly, not even looking at him.
Jared stiffened as if he'd been caught doing something wrong. "I—yeah. I'm sorry."
Lyra glanced back briefly, a faint frown on her face. Even Selene's lips twitched slightly, though she didn't comment.
They continued forward until a pair of stone-horned hounds emerged from the shadows ahead, their eyes glowing faintly red.
"Finally," Selene muttered with a grin. "Your problem."
The beasts lunged.
Lyra reacted first, charging forward with a low growl of her own, claws flashing. Tessa followed instantly, her fists igniting with controlled bursts of mana as she met the first hound head-on.
Elion stepped in smoothly, intercepting the second beast with a clean, efficient slash. His plain sword cut across its shoulder, not deep enough to kill but enough to redirect its momentum. He pivoted calmly, avoiding the counter bite without wasted motion.
Jared hesitated for half a second too long before firing off a spell, his attack landing late and slightly off-target.
The fight was over within moments.
"Wow!" The others, following a few steps behind, didn't even get a chance to move a muscle before the leaders had dismantled the beast.
Tessa cracked her knuckles as the last hound collapsed. "That it?"
Selene snorted. "Warm-up."
As they resumed walking, Jared kept stealing glances at Elion. It wasn't admiration. It was something closer to caution. Like he was constantly measuring his distance.
Tessa eventually leaned slightly toward Elion and lowered her voice just enough for Jared not to hear clearly.
"You realize," she said with a smirk, "you're scaring him without even trying."
Elion blinked. "Scaring who?"
She tilted her head toward Jared, who stiffened the moment he noticed them looking his way.
"See?" she chuckled. "He's walking on eggshells around you."
Elion glanced at Jared for a brief second. The guy immediately looked away, pretending to inspect the wall.
"I haven't said anything to him," Elion said calmly.
"That's the problem," Tessa replied with amusement. "You don't have to. You beat him and William half to death, and don't even say a thing after."
Elion huffed lightly. "I don't feel like wasting my breath."
"Is it?" she asked.
Ahead of them, Jared tripped slightly over uneven ground and quickly regained balance, shooting another glance back at Elion as if expecting an attack.
Tessa laughed under her breath. "See? You're just existing, and the poor guy thinks he's about to get dismantled."
Elion shook his head faintly. "I'm not interested in dismantling him."
"Doesn't matter," she replied. "Reputation does the work for you."
Selene called from ahead, "Less gossip, more focus!"
Tessa grinned and faced forward again. "Yes, ma'am."
Elion simply adjusted his grip on his sword and continued walking, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips as Jared carefully maintained a safe distance from him for the rest of the corridor.
He was kind of enjoying watching the poor guy suffer.
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