I Reincarnated as an Extra in a Reverse Harem World

After Alaric disappeared from the cathedral, he reappeared atop the bell tower, where he often meditated alone—above the world, beneath the sky.

He lowered his hood.

A wide smile stretched across his face.

He inhaled deeply, spreading his arms.

He felt great.

Which, under normal human morality, he shouldn't.

He had just driven a man to wish he'd never been born.

And yet, he couldn't help it.

He had just seized three hundred trillion gold coins.

More importantly—he had proven his theory.

His claim about perceiving the Soul Mark wasn't empty bluster.

He really could sense it. Not like a [Rank 7], not in absolute clarity—but subtly. Faintly. Like distant thunder. So he couldn't discerne if it was faint or his senses didn't manage get the full picture.

But he pushed harder. His inner Dora the explorer rising like a tide.

When he pushed his Divine Sense to its highest state—refined, honed, and pointed—he could feel a presence nestled deep in the glabella, that mystic center between the eyebrows, where will and identity converged.

That's when his real experiments began.

He tested his Bloodline Seal, and the Slave Seal, on criminals—refining the technique over time. When one of his seals was discarded, or its bond betrayed, the soul would writhe in pain, afflicted with a torment so profound it tore through spirit and sanity alike.

He had perfected this.

He knew now how to break people quietly, how to make cruelty divine.

And with every healing—every restoration he performed—his Growth Authority expanded. His divine energy deepened. His reserves grew in purity and quantity.

But the most baffling mystery remained.

His divine energy had first surged uncontrollably… the moment he had enslaved the three girls.

Aurevia. Cellione. Serineth.

Why?

He didn't know.

But the day they were branded—when their souls were bound through divine thread—his power didn't just rise. It transformed.

He filed that mystery away.

Now wasn't the time.

He had more important matters at hand.

This money—this divine treasury—would build something greater. Something pure.

His Divine Core was nearing evolution. He could feel it churning.

He exhaled, smiled wider, and raised his hood once more.

And in the next breath—

He was gone.

Off again, to help others.

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✶ I Reincarnated as an Extra ✶

✧ in a Reverse Harem World ✧

⊱ Eternal_Void_ ⊰

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Alaric, in his Cedric persona, continued helping people. Not just in the capital—he soared across nearby cities too, quiet as the wind, luminous as twilight. Wherever he went, miracles followed. Wounds healed. Food appeared. Old debts vanished.

Crops bloomed overnight.

And slowly, the name Cedric began to resonate throughout the cities surrounding the capital.

By dusk, his daily goal was complete.

He returned to the Crydias Estate, his robes fluttering lightly with dusk's golden breeze. Upon arrival, he asked for an audience with Lord Crydias.

The nobleman greeted him in his study, rising from his chair with the grace of one who had long learned to wear power lightly. His wife, Lady Crydias, stood just behind him, poised and curious.

Seeing the calm smile on Alaric's face, Lord Crydias asked,

"Did something good happen, Lord Alaric?"

Alaric chuckled softly and handed him a spatial ring.

Lady Crydias leaned in as her husband inspected the contents—then staggered backward, his face turning pale. He swayed like a man on the verge of fainting.

"Dear!"

Lady Crydias caught him instinctively.

"What's wrong?"

Lord Crydias regained his composure after a few moments and stared at Alaric, eyes wide—an odd mix of awe and horror clouding his face.

"Lord Alaric… where did you acquire this much wealth?"

He whispered.

Then, more hesitantly,

"Did you… did you—?"

Alaric laughed and waved his hand.

"Before you go assuming I robbed a kingdom or something, don't. Someone gave this money to me."

He tilted his head, eyes glinting beneath his hood.

"The Church, actually. Seeing that I'm such a devoted believer of the Goddess… they were quite generous."

Lord Crydias didn't believe a word of it. He knew far too well the greed and rot festering beneath the Church's golden surface. There was no version of reality where the Church gave up that kind of money willingly.

In fact, he suspected they would soon try to contact Cedric—the name used by Alaric's psychic persona. He and a few others knew of that masked identity and the subtle, strange deeds it had performed throughout the capital.

And now, after seeing this ring… his belief in Alaric solidified even further. He made the right choice.

Because if this man—Alaric—could make the Church willingly hand over their hoarded wealth, then whatever happened behind the scenes… it couldn't have been wholesome. And it didn't matter. Alaric had done what no man had dared.

Alaric's voice broke the silence again.

"With this much money, Lord Crydias… I believe there won't be any problem for future endeavours, right?"

Lord Crydias nodded, slower this time.

"Probably never, if our goal is to build a complete information network. With these resources, it's more than possible."

"That's true,"

Alaric said.

"But I want to expand the scale.

Since we now have more funding, we'll begin reaching into neighboring kingdoms as well. The usual structure—silent, secure, and deep-rooted."

Lord Crydias allowed a rare smile to cross his face.

"Of course."

After a few more moments of quiet conversation, Alaric left the estate.

Lady Crydias, still visibly puzzled by her husband's behavior—one moment on the verge of collapsing, the next charged with purpose—gave him a questioning look.

Without a word, Lord Crydias handed her the spatial ring.

She took it, activated it, and inspected the contents.

She didn't faint.

But she stood frozen for a long time, her eyes unblinking, mind stilled to a halt.

She had never imagined this much wealth even existed, let alone held in a single artifact. Not in all her life.

When her gaze slowly turned back to her husband, he simply raised a finger to his lips and gave her a calm, wordless smile.

She nodded silently.

Together, the couple returned to their private chambers—where the real discussion would begin.

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