SSS-Class Overlord: My Harem Rules the Realms (18+) -
Chapter 37: Can You Do This For Me System?
Chapter 37: Can You Do This For Me System?
The echo of footsteps slowly faded as the Empire official lowered his scroll and snapped it shut
with a crisp clack. His authoritative voice still seemed to reverberate off the towering marble
pillars of the Imperial Mage Assembly hall.
"That concludes today’s council," he declared. "The tournament shall begin tomorrow at precisely
twelve noon. All participants are to assemble in the Imperial Arcane Arena by eleven for final
instructions. Dismissed."
He gave a short bow and swept from the chamber, robes trailing like a silk comet behind him.
A moment of stunned silence hung over the assembly hall. Then, like the hiss of wind stirring
through dry leaves, murmurs broke out everywhere. Mages in their brilliant tower robes began
shuffling toward the arched exits, conversations quickening as the realization sank in: by this time
tomorrow, their best would be battling under the eyes of the entire Empire.
Inferax stomped off first, cracking his enormous knuckles, his flaming robes swirling around him
like tongues of fire. Dragan lumbered after him, flexing arms thick as tree trunks, and casting
Ethan a look equal parts challenge and childlike curiosity.
Seraphine, graceful and smoldering, paused at the threshold. Her deep violet eyes flicked to
Ethan. A tiny, knowing smirk curled her lips before she disappeared into the corridor behind her
uncle.
Frosthaven drifted away next, a silent tide of white-clad mages gliding after him like wraiths in a
winter storm.
Soon the hall emptied until only the Dark Mage Tower remained.
Velexaria stood staring at the dais where the tower masters had sat moments earlier, her
expression unreadable in the fading glow of the runes on the walls. Finally, she exhaled a quiet
sigh.
"Come," she murmured. "Let’s return to our quarters. We’ll speak freely there without ears eager
to sell secrets."
Outside, the streets of Duskwatch were awash in starlight. Floating lanterns drifted lazily through
the night sky, casting shifting hues of blue and violet over white marble avenues. The grand spires
of the imperial city shimmered like pale blades beneath the constellations, and merchants were
still hawking spices and silks in hushed voices, hoping to catch late-night customers.
The Dark Tower’s quarters lay close to the Water and Fire Tower residences. They passed groups
of Fire Tower disciples laughing boisterously under the glow of lanterns, and Water Tower
apprentices quietly chanting small water charms to amuse passing children.
Kaeron eyed the Fire Tower’s apprentices with disdain. "Idiots. Laugh now. Tomorrow half of
them’ll be crawling off the arena floor."
Velexaria merely raised one slender brow. "Keep your focus, Kaeron."
They reached the Dark Tower’s residence: a stately blackstone building whose walls shimmered
with protective runes. Shadows seemed to cling to the building’s angles, and the faint scent of
incense wafted through the air as they stepped through the tall doors.
Inside, the quarters were cool and quiet, filled with the faint rustle of curtains swaying in hidden
breezes. Rows of arcane tomes lined shelves along black wooden walls, and low lanterns cast
pools of amber light across intricate runic carpets.
Velexaria settled herself in a carved chair at the center of the main hall, her dark robes flowing
around her like a pool of liquid night. Kaeron flopped into another chair, one leg hooked over the
armrest, while Lysena perched beside him, arms folded across her chest.
Ethan dropped into a chair opposite them, his eyes glimmering with keen excitement.
"So," he said, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. "Let’s hear it. Who do I need to keep
an eye on?"
Kaeron grinned wolfishly. "Every tower’s got at least one monster, Graves. Let’s start with the
obvious."
He ticked names off on his fingers.
"Fire Tower: Seraphine. She’s fast, vicious, and ridiculously talented. Dual affinity with fire and
wind. She’ll hit you from angles you didn’t even know existed. And Dragan... well, if you fight him,
don’t let him grab you. Kid could probably hug a bear to death."
Ethan gave a dry laugh. "Noted. No bear hugs."
Kaeron went on. "Ice Tower’s rising star is Sirel. Builds ice constructs, can slip illusions into his
attacks. He’ll try to make you see things that aren’t there—and then spike you through the chest."
Lysena added, "Earth Tower has Galen. Defensive mage. He’s patient. He’ll set traps and wait for
you to fall into them."
Kaeron shifted his hand. "Wind Tower’s top talent is Lyra. Crazy fast. Fights like a duelist with
wind blades. She’ll slice you up bit by bit if you let her."
Ethan’s grin turned feral. "I like fast opponents."
Lysena gave him a look. "She nearly severed a guy’s arm in a sparring match last year. Don’t get
cocky."
Kaeron continued, "And Water Tower’s prodigy is Renn. He’s quiet, but his mana control is insane.
He’ll try to drown you or bind you up in water chains before you even blink."
Ethan exhaled slowly, rubbing his chin. "So basically... illusions, traps, speed demons, brute
force, and drowning. Got it."
Kaeron chuckled. "Welcome to the Empire’s stage, kid."
Lysena softened slightly. "Are you sure you’re ready for this, Ethan? You don’t have to prove
anything."
Ethan met her eyes and shrugged. "Don’t worry. I’ll handle it... my way."
Velexaria studied him for a long moment. Then her lips curved in the faintest smile. "Good. I want
you to win. But remember the rules: no killing, no destroying mana cores, no severing limbs."
Kaeron groaned. "So basically, no fun."
Velexaria shot him a sharp glare. "Kaeron."
He held up his hands. "Alright, alright."
They spoke for another hour, reviewing known weaknesses, potential pairings, and subtle
strategies Ethan might employ. Eventually, the conversation waned, weariness sinking into their
bones.
The night deepened outside the windows, lanterns bobbing like stars in the dark. Velexaria
retreated to her private chamber, the obsidian runes on her door flaring briefly as she closed it.
Kaeron sprawled across a bed in the shared sleeping quarters, snoring almost instantly. Lysena
lay curled under a blanket, her silver hair spilling across her pillow.
Ethan lay awake, staring at the runes etched into the wooden ceiling. His heart thudded slowly as
thoughts of tomorrow’s battles pulsed through his head.
He exhaled.
"System," he whispered in the silence. "Open my status window."
Blue light glimmered across his vision as digital script spilled forth.
[Name: Ethan Graves]
[Race: Human]
[Class: Overlord (Hybrid: Dominion Warlord)]
[Level: 50]
[Health: 380/380]
[Mana: 480/480]
[Strength: B]
[Agility: B+]
[Endurance: B]
[Intellect: B+]
[Charisma: B]
[Luck: B-]
[Dominion Points: 0]
[Potential Rating: SSS]
[Harem Slots: 0/10]
[Stat Points: 15]
"Let’s push intellect little bit higher."
Ethan narrowed his eyes. "Put all fifteen points into Knowledge."
The numbers shifted, shimmering like starlight.
[Intellect: A-]
A subtle pulse thrummed in his skull—a sudden, crystalline clarity, like a blade sharpened to
perfection.
"System," Ethan murmured. "Teach me how to fight stronger opponents. Predict their moves.
Find openings."
A pause... then a cool, mechanical voice echoed in his mind:
[System Response: Affirmative. Host may engage in simulated combat scenarios against highlevel opponents. Enabling three-dimensional mind-vision combat projections. Would you like to
begin a training session now?]
Ethan blinked. His pulse picked up. "You can simulate fights... inside my head?"
[Correct. Host may practice techniques, strategies, and reflex responses without physical harm.
Training efficiency increased by 87%.]
A slow, wicked grin curved Ethan’s lips. "Hell yes. Let’s run one."
Instantly, the room around him seemed to dissolve into pure swirling light. A sudden wind
whipped across his face.
When Ethan opened his eyes, he was no longer in his bed.
Instead, he stood in a vast stone arena beneath a blazing sun. Towering pillars loomed around
him, casting long shadows across cracked tiles. Heat shimmered off the pale stone.
Across the arena floor stood a phantom figure, tall and imposing, clad in silver armor that gleamed
like liquid mercury. A crimson cloak billowed behind him. A monstrous sword rested casually
against one shoulder.
The man lifted his chin, revealing piercing eyes the color of molten gold.
Ethan’s heart skipped a beat.
"Holy hell," he whispered.
A drop of sweat rolled down his temple as the guy smirked faintly, eyes promising violence.
And the system’s voice echoed in Ethan’s mind:
[Simulation initialized. Prepare for combat.]
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