THE WARLORD'S SURVIVAL HAREM SYSTEM

“Ouch!”

“Move back and stop blocking my view!” A loud arrogant voice suddenly jolted a pale looking young man who was wearing brown pants and a white top whose color couldn't be differentiated from the color of his pants.

“Huh!” The young man turned back slowly as he tried to process what was going on before he unconsciously stepped aside and said slowly with a hoarse voice, “Am…am sorry!”

The man with the arrogant voice gazed coldly at the pale young man for a short while and said coldly, “You better get your shit together in this camp or you will get yourself killed!”

He walked out without paying any attention to him!

The Young man began to feel his head burning as he kept muttering to himself slowly, “Who… the hell am I? Where am I?”

A memory flooded his head as he began to remember what happened.

A remembered he went to intercept a loaded truck, in a mission in Azkaban with his unit, where they were intercepted, he finally knew it was a set up as the truck was loaded with a nuclear bomb.

“General Ric, hope you enjoy my surprise package!” Before he could see the figure.

Boom!

The truck suddenly exploded as his body was dragged in a vortex!

Meanwhile, after a long time, the splitting headache calmed down considerably and he muttered softly with a deep sigh, “So I died and transmigrated into this body of a Young conscript!” He shook his head with hopelessness as he turned around and glanced at the crowded military camp filled with filth and disgust, he could sense the despair in the eyes of most of the soldiers and some young conscript present, “So the Mighty General Richard has been turned into what I can't even remember!”

Suddenly, another sharp voice interrupted him, "Move out, you worthless pig! Move!"

A heavy leather boot kicked Ric’s butt sending him flying into the dirt. The pain was agonizing for a weak frail body like his. He looked up, his military history enthusiast brain instinctively analyzed the threat. Standing over him was a man clad in rusted iron branded armor, holding a spear within his right hands and a blade strapped at his waist!

“Star light lineage!” Ric murmured slowly.

His memory worked instantly as he finally knew he was at the Frost Grip outpost under the Starlight Kingdom. It wasn't like the modern world he came from, he was in an historical age

back in time where a kingdom once glorious, now ravaged by nationwide famine, centuries of corruption and endless war on the northern borders.

Before he could make a sound, the soldier lifted him up and dragged him towards a massive, dilapidated government registration hall in the center of the encampment.

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape the firm grip of the soldier as his body was just a starving young man of 20 years without any strength left in his frail body.

Ric's eyes glanced and noticed several young men were also dragged towards the hall.

Thud!

Bang!

He was thrown violently on the ground as the soldier went forward without paying attention to him!

The interior of the registration hall was a theater of human misery. On one side stood rows of trembling, emaciated young men. On the other side sat hundreds of women, their faces shadowed by grief, fear, and hopelessness.

At the center of the hall, standing atop a wooden chair, a tall, huge official dressed in stained silk cleared his throat. He unrolled a long shining scroll with slow precision.

"By royal decree of His Imperial Majesty, the Starlight never shall set!" the official had a wide grin as his voice echoed within the wooden walls. "To ensure the preservation of the kingdom's bloodlines before the grand deployment to the northern wastes, every drafted man must choose a wife today. Any man who refuses, or fails to select a spouse before the hour strikes, shall be executed on the spot for treason!”

A wild and loud murmur echoed within the hall as everyone one exchanged glances within each other as the young men glanced towards the side where the women were kept and all of them had a weird expression.

Ric narrowed his eyes slightly and he began to organize his memory and analyze everything from his Military experience in the modern world he came from.

The kingdom was losing soldiers faster than they could breed them. They are forcing unions to guarantee a new generation of cannon fodder.

"Let the selection begin!" the official shouted.

Instantly, chaos erupted, many of the Young conscripts rushed towards the direction of the women like wild, starving wolves as many fought for the young healthy looking ones. In a world of famine, beauty was a luxury but strength is required to keep them!

Some fought, brawled and nearly killed each other just to get the better looking ones with every drop of blood gushing through them.

Meanwhile, the women scrambled to present themselves well, knowing that being left behind meant being sold into state slavery or starving to death in the gutters.

Ric stayed behind as he rested his back on a wooden pillar, he knew there was nothing he could do, he had no name to himself, no money, no status. With this his body that looks like it would collapse anytime soon, how can he fight for a woman, even if he wants to fight, does he have the strength to protect or keep them?

Hell No!

Suddenly, a voice jolted him back to reality that made him instantly stand up from his position. A young, terrified conscript had frozen in panic, unable to make a choice.

"Faltering in the face of imperial law?!" The commanding officer next to the official bared his teeth.

He drew a heavy, curved broadsword. "A coward who cannot choose a woman cannot hold a blade for the Emperor!"

The officer raised the sword. It was so shining that you could see your reflection from the blade. The young conscript screamed, covering his head.

Ric's brain began to work as he panicked instantly, he knew if he didn't also make a choice then he would be next, as he was dragging his brain for a solution.

Suddenly, a metallic voice sounded in his head freezing the chaotic noise.

[Dynasty Survival System Activated.]

[Emergency Quest Triggered: Establish the Foundation. Objective: Select a spouse within 60

seconds to secure your lineage.

[Time Remaining:59 seconds... 58 seconds]

[Reward for Completion: Unlock 'Warlord's Starter Pack Includes: Premium Food Supplies and Basic Survival Tools]