My Harem System

"You must Die!!!"

When first Damien opened his eyes, they hurt. Then he opened them again. 

He was just waking from what seemed like a long sleep. He sat up. Immediately he sat up, he realised that his body felt weird, compared to earlier. 

"What happened after the crash? Where I am?"

He looked quickly around him. There were wooden chairs and a table. It looked like he was inside a manor. 

Moving one of his hands, his attention fell back on the weirdness he felt on his body earlier. 

He lifted his hand to his face, then looked down his body, his jaws dropping,

"I'm back to my old self?"

He jumped up on his feet. He shook his legs and his body. 

"I'm fully grown. I'm a big man."

He quickly reached his hands to his groin and felt it. He chuckled softly, 

"Oh yeah, it's there."

"Where is the emblem?"

A sudden voice grew out of the room. He knew who owned the voice. 

"Oh yes! The Emblem."

He wasn't paying any attention to the voice at first. He only felt the need to find the emblem. 

He turned around, searching. Then he saw it lying next to one of the wooden mahogany chairs. Olden styled chairs. 

"There you are."

He picked it up. Immediately he stood up, something hit his mind. 

"You! Hey you! Why did you lie to me?!"

He yelled in the direction he believed the voice had come from. 

"What! Why did you do that? Were you trying to prove a point? That you could do whatever you want to me?!"

No reply came from her. He was waiting. The emblem swallowed by his wide palm. 

"Lost your voice, did you?"

"You were not wrong."

She replied at last. 

"Huh? I'm not wrong? What are you talking about?"

"You are not wrong. I can do whatever I want with you. But then..."

The voice switched its place to his back. 

"I didn't do that to prove a point. To use the emblem comes with a condition."

"A condition?"

Damien finally turned in the new direction of the voice. 

"What does not have a condition, Damien? You should know by now. Or weren't you listening when I was explaining to you how difficult it would be to return here if you leave for Vegas?!'

There was disgust in her tone. 

"Of course I remember. I'm not a slow wit!"

He snapped back. 

"So you mean to use the emblem, I'll change into something little? I mean, I would change to that little thing from earlier? That little version of me?!"

"There's a cost for everything. And that's not my rule, but the emblem's"

She defended. 

"What are you saying? Didn't you say you are the owner of the system? I mean, wasn't that the whole point of this?"

"Damien, I didn't remember me and you having such a discussion. I mean, we haven't even met in person. Though we have, unconsciously."

The position of the voice had shifted again, and he tried to keep the pace of switching. 

"Unconsciously? What do you mean? You have met with me?"

He pressed his finger to his lips, 

"Wait a minute, did you mean you had a physical contact with me? Oh... it makes sense now. You were the one who changed me back to my old self."

He started to nod. 

"I was about to ask the question, but ---"

"You had a lot to talk about. You had to accuse me and bring your fears back to life."

She pointed out. 

"I have no idea what you are talking about. What I know is that, that foolish man told me you are the owner of the system. And that's why you are trying to delay me from returning to Vegas even though I have begged you."

He grunted. 

"That foolish Samurai that forced me through the porta---"

"I never forced you."

A masculine voice interrupted. Damien arced his neck in surprise, but he didn't turn to look at the person yet.  

THAT VOICE SOUNDS FAMILIAR. COULD IT BE? NO WAY! NO FUCKING WAY. 

"I beat you to death then threw you into the portal. There's a difference."

The masculine voice continued, and Damien had no choice but to look. The man was seated, dressed like a Samurai, his back to Damien. 

Damien had looked in that direction earlier, but no one was there. The fact that the man appeared suddenly was quite mysterious. 

"If I didn't do that, you would have caused a fuss. It's was a fair thing for the both of us."

"This crazy bastard!"

Damien lost it and charged at the man. He grabbed the Samuria by the nape and turned him at once. He pushed his way through the table and pinned the man to the wooden wall of the Manor. Holding the Samurai in a chokehold. 

"You should watch your mouth! Remember I still have a score to settle with you, disguising as Der all my life!"

But the Samurai didn't struggle with him, let alone defend himself. 

IS THIS SOME SORT OF TRICK? HE IS NOT FIGHTING BACK. THEY MUST BE TRYING TO TRICK ME TO WASTE MORE TIME. I WON'T FALL FOR IT.  

He leg go of the Samurai dressed in blue and walked to where he was standing earlier. 

"So, is this another condition for me before leaving for Vegas? If I have to fight him, we should get started right away."

He argued, directing it to the lady. 

"You must think me shady. I'm a being of my word."

BEING OF MY WORD.

He scorned. 

"I think you should know by now that a day here equals to a decade in Vegas. And to leave this realm for Vegas..."

There was a pause from the lady. 

"You must die!"

The lady had scarcely said the words when Damien heard a whooshing of sound coming from his side. He looked too late. The Samurai had gotten to him. 

A bone-crunching punch in the stomach, blood in the mouth, elbow in the ribs, dropped on his knees, hands to his neck... snap!

That was all. That was all. Then a thud. Gloom.