Infinite Harem System: I Grow Stronger From Every Female Lead

"What are you talking about?" Lysandra asked, forcing a smile. "What reset?"

Arthur's gaze lingered on her, then he exhaled. "Do you think Nathira wouldn't tell me?"

Lysandra's hands curled slightly. "What if I do know? Does it really matter how it reset?"

It had been on Arthur's mind for quite some time.

If Lysandra truly knew about the normal timeline, then why hadn't she asked him how it ended?

Even Nathira, the overwhelmingly powerful Greater Dragon, had asked him how the world ended.

To begin with, it didn't quite add up how Lysandra knew Nathira so well.

According to Nathira, she couldn't remember Lysandra clearly but knew she had encountered someone like her at some point in the past.

So when was it?

After thinking it through, the answer became clear.

Before she was sealed.

It didn't make sense otherwise, since after the seal, over five hundred years had passed before she could speak to anyone again and during that time, his grandmother ruled with an iron grip, followed immediately by his mother.

Arthur's expression darkened. "You're an apostle, aren't you?"

Lysandra suddenly stiffened, her eyes lifting to meet his. "How?"

In Magic Academy's Genius Scholars, there were individuals known as apostles.

Just like how the saintess and pope served as vessels for the goddess to communicate with the people, becoming her voice, the apostles acted as the hands and feet of the gods, carrying out their will.

And not all apostles were noble. Since not all gods were good. Even the so-called demon king was merely an apostle to the demon god and the husband of Tessia.

Lysandra bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. "So what if I was an apostle? It's not like I still follow the gods' will."

Arthur studied her. 'She's not afraid of me.'

He had only recently realized it, but most of his enemies didn't fear him directly—they feared Nathira, the one supporting him.

『 #Scenario 30: Conquer the Apostle, Lysandra Au Lefebvre 』

Arthur stepped forward, and as he came face to face with Lysandra, time came to a halt.

Her eyes widened when he lifted her chin.

"Does it look like you have the luxury of fearing Nathira?"

"What?"

Arthur smiled softly. "Why don't we establish a hierarchy?"

Before she could even blink, his tone changed as he uttered one word:

"Kneel."

Lysandra couldn't control her body as she dropped to her knees.

She instantly snapped. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Do you know who I am?"

Arthur parted his lips, but the words that came out were not mere sentences. They were the voices of millions.

"You are a lowly apostle."

Sweat began to form on Lysandra's brow.

It was undeniable.

The power, the pressure, the voice that sounded like it came from countless beings.

Her lips trembled. "You're... God."

Arthur nearly flinched in disbelief. 'God? What is she talking about?'

But Lysandra was far from composed. She shook as though she had seen a ghost.

"H—How are you God? How are you him? You died. How are you still alive?"

It took less than a second for her fear-stricken confusion to shift into pure desperation:

"Please spare me... I'm just a lowly apostle. I didn't even fight in that battle!"

Arthur knew he had to go along with it.

'I don't understand any of this. But if I'm in control now, then...'

He smirked, and the expression alone made her body tense with fear. "Lysandra, become mine."

Lysandra's voice trembled. "Become yours?"

The white-haired boy didn't react.

『 You have activated your authority: True Bloodlust 』

As soon as the authority triggered, Lysandra felt an overwhelming pressure crush down on her, and a gaze unlike any she had ever known pierced into her core.

"Do you dare question me?"

Lysandra pressed her forehead to the floor. "No, my lord."

Arthur looked down at the woman groveling before him. 'Who is this God? How powerful must he be that even this proud Dean bows so easily?'

He had his theories, but none were confirmed.

The only real lead he had left was the First Dragon.

He clenched his jaw as the strain of halting time for too long began to weigh on him.

He stifled the sweat that threatened to appear at his temples and moved past her.

Without needing to command her, the elegant young woman crawled after him.

Arthur wanted to speak, but he sensed that if he did, time would resume.

To Lysandra, however, he was exhibiting unmatched dominance.

To her, he was a being far beyond mere mortals, an entity who wouldn't waste a single word on insignificant creatures.

To her... he was a true master.

As soon as they entered Lysandra's office building, Arthur deactivated his authority and resisted the urge to inhale deeply.

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Stand."

Without hesitation, Lysandra rose to her feet and bowed her head. "Yes, Master."

Arthur sat on a cushion in the lobby, and she immediately knelt in front of him.

He sighed, using it as an excuse to catch an extra breath.

After a moment, he leaned an elbow on the armrest and rested his face against his hand. "Lysandra."

She kept her forehead low. "Yes, Master."

Arthur had many questions—but one took priority.

"Whose power did I inherit? Who was the first god?"

It was the one question that never left his mind.

Sylvia, Tessia, the demon god—none of them were the true God.

Nathira was stronger than Sylvia, and Arthur could even believe she could stand her ground against the demon god.

That meant none of them were God.

At best, they were substitutes.

Or perhaps rebels, deified by myth.

But Arthur wasn't interested in titles.

He wanted to know who the real God was.

The one behind his reincarnation.

The one creating these scenarios.

Because only then could he begin uncovering the truth.

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A/N: Sorry for the short chapters lately—I've been very ill. But things will change from now on, so stay tuned!

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