Ultimate Harem System

Chapter 2: V.I.X.E.N

Johnny opened his eyes.

The world above him was a blur of pale white lights, buzzing faintly like insects in the stillness. He turned his head, and the sterile scent of disinfectant burned his nostrils. A steady beep-beep echoed nearby, though when he glanced at the heart monitor, the wires weren’t connected to him.

Johnny sat upright. His breathing quickened. He pressed his palm against his chest—and froze.

His heartbeat. Strong. Steady. Alive.

He remembered the crash—the screech of tires, the shattering glass, the world tumbling. He should be broken, bleeding, screaming in pain. Yet… nothing. His body felt lighter than air, untouched. Whole.

“How? How am I alive?” he whispered.

It had to have been a dream. Yes, that was the only explanation.

But then—

[Welcome back to life, Johnny. ]

Johnny jerked, his eyes darting across the empty ward. The voice wasn’t spoken aloud—it rang inside his head, calm yet sharp, like a whisper wrapped in steel.

[You have awakened the Ultimate Harem System.]

Johnny blinked. “Oh… oh, it definitely wasn’t a dream, alright.”

[Your new life has begun.]

“What the hell do you mean new life? Who are you?” Johnny snapped, clutching his chest again.

[I am V.I.X.E.N. — Virtual Integrated Xenon Evolutionary Nexus. But you may simply call me Vixen. I am your system guide.]

Johnny swallowed. “Erm...Vixen. Right. Okay. And what is this system, exactly?”

[That depends. To some, I am power. To others, temptation. To you… we’ll see.]

“Don’t play games with me. Just tell me what the hell is going on!”

[You’ll understand as you progress. Answers without experience are meaningless.]

“Progress?”

Before Johnny could ask further, the faint blue glow spread across his vision. His pulse raced. A rectangular screen appeared in the air before him, transparent yet solid, filled with text and numbers like something ripped from a video game.

…..

[Status Window]

Name: Johnny Steele

Rank: — Null

Charm Points: 0

Harem Members: 0

Appearance: — 5

Combat: — 2

Aura – 2

Charisma -- 1

Skills: Nil

Net worth: 0

….

Johnny’s jaw dropped. “...This looks exactly like an RPG stat screen.”

He rubbed his face with both hands, but the glowing window didn’t vanish. The letters hovered persistently, glaring back at him like they owned him.

“So... these are my stats?”

Every line sat at the bare minimum—empty, hollow. Just like his life. No money. No direction. No girlfriend anymore.

His chest tightened, though not from pain—this time from something else. Hope.

“Is this... my chance to start over?” he whispered.

Johnny’s whisper still lingered in the sterile air when another voice cut through it.

“Mr. Johnny Steele… you’re awake.”

The sound made his head turn toward the doorway so fast it nearly came loose from his neck.

And there she stood.

A nurse—but not the kind his aching brain had expected. Her uniform was neat, though a little too fitted to pass unnoticed, the fabric tracing the curve of her waist when she moved.

She wasn’t just pretty—she had that impossible mix of tired eyes that still managed to sparkle, and a posture that tried to stay clinical but softened the moment her gaze lingered on him.

Johnny forgot how to breathe. He’d thought Mia—his ex—was the most beautiful woman alive. But this nurse? She wasn’t real. Couldn’t be. She was a goddess wrapped in human skin.

““Wow…” she murmured, her voice soft but edged with disbelief. “Your body… It's incredible. No fractures, no bruises. It doesn’t make sense.”

Johnny smirked, his voice rough with a mix of nerves and bravado. “You’re not hard to look at yourself.”

Her gaze flicked to his mouth before she quickly looked back at her clipboard. A faint, almost involuntary smile tugged at her lips.

“Flatterer.” She leaned in closer, the faint scent of vanilla brushing against him.

“But seriously… how is it possible you survived such a wreck? You should be unconscious—paralyzed, at the very least. And yet here you are, without a scratch.”

Johnny’s grin widened. “Come on now… any patient with a nurse as hot as you is bound to make a miraculous recovery.”

“You’re an impossible flirt, Mr…..,” she said, though the pink rising in her cheeks betrayed her amusement, as she looked to her clipboard for his name.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Call me Johnny. Johnny Steele. And… is it really flirting if it’s true?”

Her breath hitched, and for a second, she looked caught between professionalism and something else entirely. Then she shook herself free, cheeks burning.

“I—I have to go now. The doctor will come see you soon.” She turned too quickly, hurrying toward the door, her blush betraying how deeply the compliment had struck her.

Johnny watched her go with a lazy grin.

And then—

[That was quite impressive.]

V.I.X.E. N’s voice returned, silky as ever.

‘Wow’ he had to agree with Vixen.

Five seconds after Mia broke his heart, and he is already finding another woman more attractive, attractive enough to flirt with. ‘Was this some kind of side effect of the system?’ he asked himself.

…

[Side Quest Completed.]

Task: Flirt with the attending nurse

Reward: $1,000,000

….

Johnny blinked. “Yeah right… That’s a joke, isn’t it? No way I’m getting a freaking million dollars just for talking smooth.”

A sharp bing pulled his attention to the bedside table.

His phone. Miraculously intact.

Curious, he picked it up. A bank notification glowed across the cracked screen.

ALERT: Account credited with $1,000,000.00.

Johnny’s jaw dropped. “Holy—holy shit!”