Chapter 6: Estimated Chance Of Survival
"An Incubus huh."
As the system fell into silence, a strange sensation crept over him—his skin prickled, alive with a subtle charge, as though electricity threaded itself through every cell in his body.
Now that the Harem Incubus System was fully online, the effects of his physical enhancement surged through him—his muscles felt denser, more defined, yet his body moved with an effortless lightness, as if gravity itself had eased its grip on him.
"Awesome... Can't remember the last time I felt this good."
His gaze shifted to the mirror hanging on his door, its surface catching the light as he stepped closer.
His eyes widened slightly as his reflection stared back at him—his once short, unruly black hair had grown out, now falling in loose, defined curls that framed his face with an almost ethereal beauty.
His eyes, once a glossy black, had shifted to a deep crimson hue as the light dimmed, casting an otherworldly glow that flickered like embers beneath the light.
"Damn, did I always look this good? No, I always admired my pride each day that went by, it must be the system."
A smile crept up the corner of his lips, he couldn't see it, but he felt there was something undoubtedly alluring about him now, and it wasn't just his looks.
The power he felt surging through him, the command he possessed, both made him hard to resist, and also very dangerous.
For the first time in his life, he felt important, he felt power.