I Reincarnated as an Extra in a Reverse Harem World

After Alaric finished everything required before his breakthrough, he sat alone inside a secluded chamber of the Divine Castle. Calling it a "breakthrough" wasn't entirely accurate, he would do nothing, like always. The Divine Heart Core would act on its own.

The chamber was detached from all others—a room of pure white, empty save for the mat beneath him. He had built it with the maximum level of defense, its intricate arrays hidden within the walls, silent and watchful. Alaric sat cross-legged at the very center, his eyes closed, his breath steady.

Then he exhaled—and released the divine tide he had been suppressing.

In an instant, the Divine Heart Core began to tremble. The energy within surged violently, undulating like a boundless tsunami. Its quality began to ascend with terrifying speed—but the quantity rose even faster. In moments, the core overflowed with divine essence. And yet, the energy didn't stop.

It began to pour into the Divine Heart itself.

Alaric observed it calmly. He did nothing, offered no resistance, but the agony struck without mercy. A sharp, extreme pain erupted in his chest—then spread outward, clawing through his entire body. It was as if his flesh were being torn apart, shred by shred, as the overwhelming purity of divine energy leaked through microscopic cracks forming in his organs.

It was just like before—when his body had first been destroyed.

The divine energy rampaged through him. Not merely growing—it spiked, catapulting to an unmeasurable level. Cracks spiderwebbed across the surface of his Divine Heart until—

CRACK—!!

It shattered.

His body collapsed inward like a deflating balloon. But it did not rupture. It pulsed, instead—swelling and shrinking—as if the divine energy were forcibly restructuring everything inside him. Bones, nerves, vessels, and veins—nothing was spared.

It held like that for a moment... then compressed again.

Then again, it deflated.

And again. And again.

Each cycle brought pain far beyond flesh. Alaric felt as though his very soul were being torn apart—shredded into dust, only to be remade again. A thousand threads reweaving themselves into a tapestry that had never existed before.

And still, he sat unmoving at the center of the white void.

Alone, breaking, and becoming.

This agonizing ordeal dragged on, unrelenting, until the divine energy within his shattered body began to draw inward—toward his heart once more.

The process was excruciatingly slow. Each moment stretched endlessly as the rampaging energy gradually converged, thread by thread, into the core of his being.

First, it became gas—thin, incandescent mist coiling within the ruined chamber of his chest. Then it condensed into liquid, thick and heavy like molten light. And then, impossibly, it hardened.

A solid.

A sphere.

Golden-white. Transparent. Radiant.

It pulsed, alive. Divine.

The rampaging streams of divine energy coursing through his limbs, his bones, his nerves—all of it began to calm. They receded, obedient, flowing into the reformed core. Once again, the process repeated: gas turned to liquid, liquid to solid, each transition precise and unbroken.

But this time... there were no fractures. No cracks spidering through the heart's surface. The sphere held, whole and perfect. It had become resilient. Unyielding. Far stronger than before.

When the Divine Heart Core finally stabilized, all the remaining energy in his body was drawn inward—siphoned into its radiant center.

And then... silence.

Relief washed through him like a cool tide.

The pain ended. The storm was over.

The core stilled, nestled back into place as though a long-missing piece had finally been set.

Then came a pulse.

Soft. Gentle. Impossibly smooth.

It rippled outward—through flesh, through soul—restoring what had been torn, soothing every nerve, every scar. It was as if the suffering had never been. As if divinity had erased it from memory.

His body healed. His mind cleared.

And in the silence that followed... he breathed.

Alaric looked into the divine heart core once more.

The first thing he noticed was the Divine Castle—suspended above the now nearly drained sea of golden-white divine energy. It hadn't been there before.

Perhaps the heart core had shifted its location to another spatial layer, or maybe the castle had instinctively repositioned itself in response to the transformation. He wasn't sure.

The second thing he noticed was the dramatic loss of divine energy. What had once been a vast ocean had dwindled into a modest lake, its surface barely covering the bottom of the core.

And yet—despite the sheer drop in volume—the quality of the divine energy was on an entirely different level. It was incomparable. Just this shallow lake, this glimmering residue, pulsed with power that felt a hundred times stronger than before.

He couldn't say if it truly was a hundredfold increase, but it was close enough to leave him stunned.

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✶ I Reincarnated as an Extra ✶

✧ in a Reverse Harem World ✧

⊱ Eternal_Void_ ⊰

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With a slow breath, Alaric opened his eyes.

The room around him was in ruins.

Walls cracked, floor warped, air thick with remnants of golden light—the chamber groaned under the weight of what had just occurred. It was barely holding together. He let out a quiet chuckle.

He had known something would happen. But not to this extent.

Another minute—no, another moment—and the entire room might have collapsed, flinging him into the void outside space and time.

Alaric exhaled the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. His body now felt light, almost too light—soothed by the afterglow of divine stillness. His thoughts were clear, unburdened. But the toll had been exacted elsewhere.

He was tired.

Not in the way flesh weeps for rest, but deeper—emotionally, mentally, spiritually worn. The agony from earlier still echoed faintly in his bones, and despite the lightness, a heavy silence surrounded his soul.

He wanted nothing more than to sleep… though a part of him wasn't even sure if he needed sleep anymore.

Through the haze of semi-conscious divine sense, he caught glimpses of his own state. His power had changed. Even his body felt... different. The shifts were obvious, almost radiant, but he lacked the energy—or the will—to investigate them further.

He also sensed them.

The girls.

They were shaken.

Through the vague threads of their bond, he felt their worry ripple like soft waves—concerned and frantic. They had felt the upheaval. They didn't know what had happened.

But he did.

And he wanted them to know—

It was over.

It was done.

He sent a pulse through the divine bond, a calming signal, wordless and warm. It's alright.

And as if on cue, he felt them exhale. Shivers of relief ran through them. The threads relaxed.

Alaric reappeared in his mansion, barefoot, half-dressed, and drenched in the remnants of divine energy. The air around him shimmered faintly as if unsure whether to kneel or flee. He didn't care. He moved like a man finally freed from chains.

He made his way to the bath, stripped away the tatters of spiritual war, and stepped under cold water. It stung. Then soothed. Then nothing. He scrubbed away everything, not just the sweat and grime, but the remnants of pain, pressure, and revelation.

And then, without ceremony, he returned to his bed.

The sheets greeted him like a promise.

Sleep claimed him before he could think twice.

-To Be Continued