The Revival System Made Me A God - Harem

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Congratulations! You have unlocked: Charm]

The message stayed for a moment before disappearing into the air. Eren stared at the empty space, a bitter, nervous laugh coming from his lips. "What kind of task is this?" he whispered, pacing around the small room. "I haven't spoken to a girl in months, let alone tried to win one over. This is impossible."

But even as he complained, a chill ran down his back. He remembered the vultures. He remembered the feeling of his own life leaking into the dry dirt of the field. He couldn't afford to doubt anymore; the system didn't care about his fears. It only cared about results.

"What happens if I fail?" he asked the empty room.

The blue screen appeared instantly, the text looking sharp and mean.

[System Notice: You will face another level of pain. The cycle of the field will repeat, even worse than before.]

"No," Eren gasped, reaching out as if to push the memory away. "No more. I won't go back to that. I'll do it. I'll finish the task."

He looked at the bottom of the screen. The numbers were already moving a heartless countdown that felt like a blade slowly falling.

[Time Remaining: 24 hours, 59 minutes, 30 seconds. Let the countdown begin.]

Eren took a deep breath, trying to stop his shaking. "The Elite squad thinks I'm a corpse. That gives me an advantage. No one is looking for me." He tapped the screen with a steady finger. "System, show me the list of people I know. Who can I use?"

The screen started a scan, lines of information moving up.

[Acquaintance List: 6]

[Lala, Olivia, Victoria, Helen, Zion, Harris]

Eren's face fell. "No. No, no, no." He shook his head. Other than his sister and the very people who had murdered him, he was a ghost in this city. A social outcast. "Does this mean I have nobody? How am I supposed to win over a stranger in one day?"

He checked the timer again. The minutes were slipping away. He needed a plan. He needed to find a place where people didn't know the face of the "errand Omega." He thought of the street clubs in the neutral zones, but reality hit him he didn't have a single cent to his name. He couldn't even buy a drink to start a conversation.

Desperate, he turned back toward the house, hoping to find Lala. Maybe she had some extra money or advice. But when he pushed the door open, the small hut was completely silent. The air felt still, as if the life had been sucked out of the room. "Lala?" he called out. Nothing. She had been there just minutes ago, but now she was gone, likely taken away to her own hard daily work.

Fear began to tighten around his throat. He walked out into the Omega village, his boots kicking up dust. He checked the minefields empty. He ran toward the big kitchens where the Omegas worked over steaming pots of food for the Elites, but he only saw the back of the head chef.

The timer now showed less than two hours. The panic was no longer a dull sound in his ches; it was a screaming siren in his head. He couldn't go through that pain again. He turned around, sprinting back toward his home in a blind hope that his mother might have come back.

In his hurry, he rounded a corner and crashed into a soft, solid person.

"I am so, so sorry! Please forgive me!" he gasped, stumbling back without even looking up.

"It... it's fine," a soft, pretty voice replied.

Eren froze. The voice was gentle, like the sound of a silver bell. He slowly looked up and saw a hooded figure walking away, her steps slow and careful. A girl? he wondered. He didn't think, he just acted.

"Excuse me!" he shouted, running after her. "Can I have a minute of your time?"