As the rain washed his blood toward the sewers, the last thing he saw was the System Window, flickering like a dying candle: [REBOOTING... HAREM ROUTES: 13/13 FAILED.] [ACTIVATING EMERGENCY PROTOCOL: REBORN HAREM.] Darkness. Then a light he had seen thirteen times before. The spinning wheel of fates. The whispering voices of the gods who had made him their plaything.
He woke to silk sheets that smelled of jasmine and old blood—his own, from a timeline where wife number seven had slit his throat during lovemaking. fourteenth fantasy : harem reborn
Sera drew her sword. Lyra lit a flame in her palm. As the rain washed his blood toward the
From the corridor, a third voice—sweet, terrible, the voice of the assassin who had killed him in timeline seven—called out: a third voice—sweet