Infinite Harem System: I Grow Stronger From Every Female Lead

The heavy door of the prison creaked open as a priest stepped in, flanked by robed men who wore smirks on their faces.

They stared at the girls, not even attempting to hide their intentions.

The man to the left licked his lips. "These girls will serve as a fine dessert after the priestess."

The one on the right nodded and stepped toward Amelia. "This one is just my type." He raised his hand to touch her, only for her frigid stare to make him recoil.

The priest scoffed. "Have you forgotten they can't use mana anymore? Even if she's a noble and a student of Central, without mana, she's just another woman."

The man on the left forced a grin. "You're right, Abel."

But even as he spoke, he couldn't shake off the unease gnawing at him. Just moments ago, he thought he heard them laugh. So why were their gazes now so void of emotion… so cold?

His face contorted. 'I'll make you regret that look.'

He mustered his nerve and moved in, grabbing her face. A wicked smile tugged at his lips. "Why don't I give you a kiss, missy?"

Amelia's lips curled in scorn.

She spat on his robe. "Fuck off."

It was a word even she never thought she'd say.

But Nathira had drilled it into all of them: how to act if such a situation ever arose.

If he brings his manhood near you, tear it off with your teeth. If it's his tongue, tear off both it and the gums of his teeth.

The man's face twisted in disgust, but before he could respond, the sound of dripping blood made him turn.

The man on the right screamed in agony as Elizabeth tore his ear clean off.

He instantly flung her aside like garbage. She slammed against the wall but still grinned through bloodied lips.

"When my bastard husband arrives," she growled, "you'll all beg for death."

The priest snarled. "Do you think you can escape?! Even if he comes, he won't be able to do anything. No mana. No force. He'll watch while we defile his women."

At that moment, the door slammed open, and someone staggered in, gasping for breath.

"Sir!" the young boy cried. "A man just entered the city… He—he's destroying everything!"

"What?" Abel muttered, sweat forming along his temples.

The boy trembled. "He tore through the outer guards… even the knights didn't stand a chance!"

The man to the left turned to Abel. "Didn't you say no one could use mana or force?"

A drop of sweat slid down Abel's cheek. "Yes, it's not possible."

The boy quickly confirmed. "Priest Abel is correct. The man didn't use energy even once."

Abel turned to the girls. 'I'm not sure if he's their husband—it could be anyone.'

He tried to calm his nerves. "What does he look like?"

The boy hesitated. "I wasn't close enough to see clearly, but I do know he had golden eyes… and a face that didn't look real."

His eyes flicked to Elizabeth, who was still grinning. 'Damn it.'

His thoughts spiraled.

He turned to the messenger, voice trembling. "Who is he? What does he want?! Money? If it's the girls he's after, we can hand them over now."

The boy's face turned ghostly pale. "No… He said…"

He swallowed hard.

"He said… line up all the priests. And anyone who dared touch his wives…"

The silence that followed was suffocating.

"…they'll each experience something far worse than death."

The priest cursed. 'Why now of all times?! Trouble had to come when the boss isn't around!'

In a panic, he grabbed Elizabeth by the jaw, squeezing until her skin reddened.

"Tell your damn husband to back off! He'll listen to you, right?!"

Elizabeth's grin widened. "Do you really think you're in a position to make threats?"

...

(Elsewhere...)

Arthur couldn't even remember entering the temple.

All he knew was that the men inside were now dead.

Slashed throats. Torn flesh. Crushed skulls.

Not a flicker of emotion crossed his face.

"Catch the heretic!" shouted one of the city's holy knights.

Arthur didn't respond.

His dagger flicked to the side as crimson streaked through the air.

Another group of three rushed toward him.

They were fools. He had already killed so many, yet they still stood in his way.

He threw his dagger upward and flipped into a handstand on a knight's head.

The moment the dagger reached his feet, he clamped it between his soles and twisted midair, driving it into the neck of the nearest opponent.

The knight beneath him tried to break free, but Arthur sank his teeth into his throat, tearing out a chunk of flesh.

Blood smeared across his face.

The final knight stumbled back and fell to the ground as more rushed in, staring in horror.

"Monster..." the guard muttered, petrified.

Arthur flashed a chilling smile, his bloodied teeth gleaming like those of a beast.

『 You have activated your authority: True Bloodlust 』

As the aura erupted, the remaining men dropped to their knees, trembling.

Fear flooded their veins like a curse.

More surged in from deeper inside the cathedral.

Arthur stared at the panic-stricken group, then charged.

His blade danced. His fists shattered bone.

Blood sprayed like rain as he tore through the crowd.

Bodies soared, broken, with every passing second.

Each of his movements was deliberate.

Mechanical.

Merciless.

This wasn't a fight. It was a massacre.

And none of them could bring themselves to step forward.

In under five minutes, a man with no mana or energy had single-handedly slaughtered every knight of the Holy City.

...

(Back in the cell)

The man to the left stared at Abel, his pants dampening as panic twisted his features. 'This wasn't the plan… It was supposed to be a fun party.'

He turned and shoved the messenger aside, bolting from the room.

Abel's gaze snapped to him. "Where do you think you're going, you bastard?!"

The man on the right followed without hesitation. "You're the one who started this, Abel! My life matters more!"

Before Abel could utter a word, screams echoed from the corridor outside.

He knew without a doubt they were from the men who had just fled.

Then—

Silence.

The kind that crept under your skin and clawed into your thoughts.

But through the stillness came the sound of two bodies being dragged.

And with it, soft footsteps.

Abel didn't even realize he was crushing Elizabeth's face harder. 'Please… let this be a dream. Please…'

Then he heard it.

A soft, slow exhale.

He didn't want to turn.

Didn't want to see.

But his gaze shifted to the doorway—

And locked onto the man who stood there.

Beautiful didn't begin to describe him.

He wore a cloak that was once white, now dyed in deep crimson.

The man tilted his head.

He stared at Abel with icy calm.

"How dare a worm like you lay a finger on my wife?"

Only then did Abel notice Elizabeth—still in his grasp.

He couldn't speak.

He just… collapsed, wetting himself as he fell.

Amelia, Eira, and Elizabeth, who had already freed themselves before the priests arrived, ran to Arthur.

And as if carried on a calming breeze, his rage began to quiet.

Amelia cupped his face. "Art, are you okay?"

His gaze softened. With a faint smile, he answered:

"…Yeah."

Eira clung to his side like a frightened child.

Elizabeth leaned against him, her voice trembling. "Husband… I was so scared."

Arthur's smile vanished.

His expression darkened as he turned to Abel, whose breath caught in his throat.

"...Why don't you start talking?"

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