The Revival System Made Me A God - Harem

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Eren stared at the digital screen, his mind moving faster than it ever had during those painful climbs up the academy stairs. The system hadn't mentioned a limit. It didn't say there was a cap on how many hearts he could catch or how many rewards he could collect. At first, the money felt like a ghost story I a mean trick made to give him hope before the vultures came back.

"At least I won't have to feel my bones breaking again," he whispered, his voice shaking with both relief and the fear of what he had been through.

The sharp ring of his phone broke his thoughts. It was a normal sound, but it felt like a thunderclap in the quiet hut. He pulled the phone from his pocket, his thumb hanging over the screen. When the display lit up, he saw the message sitting there, cold and real.

Balance: $10,000.00.

Eren's grip loosened. The phone slipped from his fingers, hitting the dirt floor, but he didn't even notice. He pushed his palms against his mouth, holding back a cry that was part sob and part crazy laughter. "This stuff is real," he choked out. "It's actually real."

He lunged for the phone, grabbing it with a wild energy. He logged into his banking app, his eyes looking at the numbers over and over. Ten thousand dollars. For a boy who had been beaten for a bundle of laundry, this was a fortune. He jumped up, the small bed making a loud noise under his sudden move. "My time has come! I am rich!"

The gears in his head began to turn, fueled by a new kind of greed. If a simple talk and a bandage earned him ten grand, what would a kiss do? What would happen if he walked into the most fancy club in the neutral zone and talked to every girl in the room? If he could get five more tonight, no one could touch him. He began to walk back and forth in the room, his eyes landing on his stepfather's heavy wooden closet.

He threw the doors open, tossing aside the dirty work shirts until he found the man's only decent suit a dark, old piece that had gathered dust for years. He began to take off his Omega rags, but just as he was pulling the clean shirt over his shoulders, the front door made a sound.

Lala stepped inside, her face showing how tired she was after a long shift. She stopped dead when she saw him. "Where are you going now? You've been acting like a crazy person all day." She walked closer, her eyebrows bunching up. "And why is it... why do you look so different every time I look at you?"

Eren froze. He remembered Hannah's words the way she had stared at his body. He slowly turned toward the cracked, silver mirror leaning against the wall. He hadn't truly looked at himself since he came back to life.

"Whoa," he breathed.

The boy in the mirror was gone. In his place stood a man with a sharp jawline, shoulders that filled out the suit with a strong width, and eyes that held a scary, powerful look. The "glow-up" wasn't just about his looks; it was a feeling of total power. He moved his arms, watching the muscle move under the cloth.

"System," he called out, ignoring how Lala jumped at the sound of his voice. "What happened to me?"

The blue screen blinked into view, seen only by him.

[System Recognition: User Eren McPherson has received a permanent Physical Look Improvement (Glow-Up) as a result of starting the Wealth Path.]

Eren laughed, a deep, strong sound. "I really did change."

"Who are you talking to, Eren?" Lala stepped into his space, her eyes looking around the empty air. "You're scaring me. You're talking to nothing."

"You wouldn't understand, Lala," he said, his voice smoother and deeper than before. He turned to leave, but stopped. He had money now. It was time to see what this wealth could actually do for the only person who had ever cared if he lived or died.

He pulled out his phone again, his fingers moving fast across the screen as he opened his cash app. "Tell me your details," he ordered. "Your account name."

Lala crossed her arms, her body tensing up. "Why? Are you going to use it to beg for more money? Eren, we don't have anything to give."

"Just say it, Lala. Don't argue with me."

The power in his voice was new a sharp edge of command that made her blink in surprise. She whispered her account name, and within seconds, her own phone made a loud sound.

She looked down, her jaw dropping. "Five hundred dollars? Eren, where did you get this? Tell me the truth!" Her voice got louder in panic. "Did you steal this? Are you trying to end your life again? Is this a goodbye gift? Eren, stop!"

She reached for his arm, but he was already out the door, moving with a speed and grace he had never had before. He didn't stop until he reached the edge of the Omega village. As he caught his breath, his phone buzzed again. The blue screen was glowing a winning gold.

[Notification: You have received a 10x Cashback Multiplier for spending on a person who finds you attractive.]

[Reward: $5,000.00 added to account.]

Eren's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He didn't just earn by winning them over; he earned by owning them through being generous. The system wasn't just a bank; it was an endless loop of power. The more he spent to control the feelings of those around him, the more the world gave back to him.

He turned his body toward the distant, glowing lights of the West Wing the Elite Empire that had chewed him up and left him for dead. He raised a hand, pointing a single finger at the tallest tower where Zion and Olivia likely sat, laughing at his memory.

"I am coming back for all of you," he whispered, his voice cold and nothing like the boy he used to be. "And this time, I'm buying the whole building."