The Revival System Made Me A God - Harem

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Zion walked away from the field looking scary and calm. He pulled a silk cloth from his pocket to wipe his hands as if he had just finished a small, boring chore instead of a brutal beating. Every move he made was slow and on purpose, showing that he felt no guilt at all. Harris stayed behind for a second, looking back at Eren's broken body in the distance, before turning to run after his leader.

"Zion, wait!" Harris called out, his voice ringing across the open space. Zion stopped with his back to Harris, sliding his hands casually into his pockets. He tilted his head a little, looking slightly annoyed. "What is it now, Harris? Why are you bothering me?"

Harris caught up, a bit out of breath, and reached out to clap a hand on Zion's shoulder like a brother. "Let's just walk together, man," he said, trying to fix the tension. Zion's reaction was fast and sharp. He looked down at Harris's hand with a look that suggested he was looking at a bug. "Get your hands off me," Zion snapped, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "You are not a woman, Harris. Don't touch me."

Harris flinched, pulling his hand back as if he had been burned, but then he forced a laugh. Zion joined in, the sound cold and empty, and for a moment, they both laughed as if they hadn't just left a boy to die in the dirt. It was a chilling sight; they had just killed someone, yet there wasn't a single bit of guilt in their hearts. They walked toward the Audrex Academy towers with the ease of men returning from a nice walk.

Behind them, a group of lower-ranked followers scrambled to keep up. These were the Grade C and D boys who lived to serve the Elite X squad—the muscle Zion called when he didn't want to get his own hands dirty. Sam, the leader of the bullies, stopped in his tracks, looking at the distant field in awe. "I can't believe it," Sam whispered. "Zion actually included us in something like this. Being around him... it's like being next to a god."

Paul, his second-in-command, agreed quickly. "I'm happy too. You know that anyone who stays in Zion's circle has a real chance of being moved up into Elite X." Paul looked up at the top floor of the academy where the elite squad lived. "I can't wait to be part of his club. I heard they have a special drink, a serum that makes you so powerful you can knock down a building."

Sam nodded, but his eyes were still on the path ahead. "Did you see his speed? We're all werewolves, but Zion's speed is amazing. He moves like a shadow."

"And Goddesses, his girl," Paul added, his voice dropping to a dirty whisper. "Olivia is something else. That tiny waist, those breasts... and that ass is as big as anything I've seen in the history of the Audrex Empire. I've never seen anything like it."

Sam immediately grabbed Paul's arm, his face pale. "Shut it! He can hear you. If Zion even thinks you're looking at his girl, he'll kill you just like he killed that Omega. Don't even think about her. All we want is to be part of the elite squad. If we make Zion angry, he'll throw us out and never ask for our help again. He's coming to us because he likes our strength. Let's just do whatever he needs." Paul swallowed hard, nodding as they hurried to catch up with the Alphas.

Further ahead, Harris looked at Zion with a small, forced smile. "Do you like it? The way everyone in this school is totally terrified of you?"

Zion's smile was sharp and mean. "Of course they should be. I am the President's son and I am the Alpha here. What else are they supposed to do? They are lower-class people, Harris. They aren't fit to even breathe the same air as us. No one can match my power or my strength."

He paused, looking at Harris. "Come on, let's go find Olivia. I'm skipping classes today; no one is brave enough to say anything to me anyway. And tell me... have you spoken to Victoria about your little crush? How is that going?"

Harris's heart skipped a beat. His cheeks turned a deep, embarrassed red, and he felt a wave of heat wash over him. It was a topic he really wanted to avoid, and Zion knew it. Zion was great at this—playing with people's feelings and picking at their weak spots to keep them nervous.

"No, no," Harris stuttered, looking away. "Victoria and Tony... I think they are dating, so I'm just watching for now. If they break up, I'll try. For now, I'm still searching for my fated mate."

Zion laughed, a harsh sound. "If I were you, I'd just take her. I'd take Victoria from whoever thinks they own her. Why wait for permission?"

Harris found a moment of bravery and teased back, "Maybe that's why you haven't officially claimed Olivia yet?"

The mood instantly froze. Zion's face went from amused to a mask of pure, total rage. His skin turned a deep, angry red. Without a word, he moved—a blur of Rank S speed that left Harris standing alone in the dust. "Zion! Wait! I'm sorry!" Harris shouted, running after him. "Zion, I'm so sorry!"

They reached the academy and entered the fancy game room. Victoria was already there, but Olivia was gone. Victoria looked very attractive and elegant, her red hair falling over her shoulders. She wore a short skirt and a top with the first two buttons open, showing her underwear and the curve of her chest. A black band hugged her neck as she did some stretches, her moves smooth and steady.

Harris stared, his breathing becoming shallow. Zion noticed and started smirking again. "Do you like her that much?"

"I just want to see what's under those clothes," Harris admitted, his voice low and heavy with lust. "I want to hear how she screams when I'm with her."

Zion laughed, the sound echoing off the high ceilings. "I always knew you were a naughty twenty-four-year-old virgin, Harris. I can help you get laid if you really want it."

Harris looked at Zion, then back at Victoria, his eyes full of hunger and something darker. But then, a sudden, unwanted image of the field flashed in his mind. "I'll wait," Harris murmured. Then, his voice dropped. "Um... Zion? What about the Omega kid? The one at the field?"

Zion let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "Who cares about him? By now, the birds have probably started their dinner. Relax, Harris."

Harris's face changed, his naughty grin turning into a look of quiet regret. He had been friends with Zion for twenty years. He was a Grade A Beta, but he didn't have the cold, hard heart that Zion had. He lived in Zion's shadow, terrified of the Grade S Alpha's temper. He looked away, staring at the fancy cushions of the game room as the silence between them grew heavy. Zion sat there, perfectly at peace, not feeling a single bit of sadness for the life he had just ended.

I am sorry, Omega, Harris thought silently, the words feeling empty in his mind as he sat in luxury while Eren died in the dirt.