The Revival System Made Me A God - Harem

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Eren's mind was a messy storm of goals and excitement. The numbers on his screen weren't just money; they were bricks for the fort he was building. "I need to get to the top," he hissed, the words tasting like metal in his mouth. "I need to be able to buy Elite X. I want to own the very air Zion breathes." He looked into the empty space of the hut, his eyes searching for that blue glow. "System! Give me the next mission! What's the next move?"

Silence. The air stayed still, and the glowing screen refused to wake up. It was a cold realization: he was a player in this game, but he didn't hold the controller. The system was a moody god, and he was currently off the clock.

He moved back into the dark corners of the house, sinking into a shaky chair. Doubt, that old, familiar poison, began to leak back in. "What if this is all in my head?" he whispered to the empty room. "What if the rewards are just digital ghosts?" He knew he had sent Lala $500 he had seen her panic. But the $5,000 cashback? That felt too easy. Too perfect. He needed to test the limits of this "wealth loop." He needed to know if the more he threw money away, the more the universe would throw it back into his pockets.

He waited. The minutes moved slowly until the clock struck 11:00 PM.

The door made a sound as it opened. Lala walked in, her shoulders hanging low from the weight of cleaning the Elite Wing. She froze when she saw Eren sitting there in the dark, his eyes fixed on her with a scary, focused look.

"Were you... were you waiting for me?" she asked, her voice shaking as she wiped a bit of cleaning chemical from her cheek.

Eren rose to his feet quickly, the move so smooth and powerful it made her gasp. "I need to show you something," he said, his voice dropping to a low command. "But first, you have to promise me. No questions. Not even one."

Lala shook her head, her protective feelings coming out. "No, Eren. I'm your sister. I'll always ask questions."

"Lala, listen to me," he said, stepping into her space. He used his new, huge body to stand over her, putting a silent pressure on her mind. "I need you to believe me. I need the truth, and I need you to stay quiet. Promise me."

Caught in the strong pull of his gaze, Lala's fight broke. "Okay," she whispered. "I promise."

Eren pulled out his phone, the screen lighting up his sharp face. He opened the app and pushed the display toward her. The balance sat there, glowing: $14,500.

"Are you seeing this?" he demanded.

Lala's eyes went wide, her breath catching. She reached out to touch the screen, half-expecting her finger to go right through it. "Yeah... I see it. Eren, where did this come from? Did someone give you this to hold? Is this blood money?"

"I told you! No questions!" Eren snapped, his voice ringing off the thin walls.

"I know, I know," she stuttered, her mind racing. "But Eren... do you have any idea what this means? With this much money, we aren't just Omegas anymore. We can go from poor to middle class. We can actually breathe."

Eren narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"I heard them," she said, her voice dropping to a fast whisper. "In the West Wing. The Elites were whispering about the promotion tests. They've been lying to us, Eren. They told us it was all about raw power and testing against the machines. But it's a trick. It's a system where you pay to win. It's about your bank balance and how much you are worth. The power test is just something they use to keep the poor in their place."

Eren felt a shock of energy. "So they lied to keep us working. They didn't want us to know we could buy our way up."

"Exactly," Lala said, grabbing his arm. "With this money, you can skip Rank D. You can go straight to Rank C You can get the rank you need to be safe."

Eren's pride grew, his chest puffing out. "But I'm staying hidden, Lala. They think I'm a dead body in a ditch. The second I show my face at a promotion test, they'll realize I survived. They'll punish me for what they think I did to Olivia. They'll finish what they started."

Lala stepped back, looking him up and down, her eyes filled with a strange kind of wonder. "Are you going to hide in the dirt forever? No. You can't. You have to become someone they can't touch. You have to buy so much power that by the time they realize you're alive, it's too late for them to hurt you."

She reached up, touching his shoulder, feeling the hard muscle that hadn't been there yesterday. "And besides... look at you. You aren't the Eren we used to know. You've improved. You're strong, you're big, you're... you're handsome. There's this feeling coming off you, Eren. It's heavy. It's powerful. Just know one thing you've already changed. Now, make the world see it."