I Reincarnated as an Extra in a Reverse Harem World

Before the world knew Empires, before names were carved into banners, there existed this place.

The Core Forest.

A region untouched by time or mortal design. Where trees rose like pillars of judgment and roots stretched deeper than the memories of gods. The very ground exhaled mana—thick, suffocating, and ancient.

It pooled in invisible lakes, coated every leaf, clung to the bark like dew. Even sunlight could not pierce through the layered canopies without bending, refracting, yielding.

Nothing here was wild.

Everything here was awake.

Compared to this, the Inner Forest was a garden. Even [Rank-5] beasts steered clear of the Core. For within these boundaries, the rules bent.

Time curled. Power became unstable. Here, the world remembered what it was before the divine war broke it apart.

Alaric had felt it for days now—that pull. Faint at first, like a ripple in still water. But it had grown stronger, more insistent, humming in the marrow of his bones and the pulse of his Divine Heart Core.

He could no longer resist.

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