Harem Overlord: I ALWAYS Finish Quick!

As Ryan walked alongside the mysterious girl down a long hallway, he subtly inspected her.

Since Ryan had arrived at the academy, he had experienced several Deja vu moments, and after seeing this girl, something was tugging at his memory.

Arriving in front of a door, the girl pushed it open and beckoned him inside.

Entering the room, Ryan cautiously glanced around but relaxed when he only saw a desk, some chairs, and an oddly placed couch in the corner of the room.

'If that's not a casting couch, well, I'll be damned.'

The girl went over to her desk and sat down, "Okay, why don't you start by telling me your full name and current ranking."

Sitting down opposite the girl, he said, "My name is Anthony Dire, and my current rank is 14."

"May I inquire about thy lady's name?"

Writing down Ryan's information, she looked up and smiled, "You can call me Bee."

"Now, what I'll need you to do is to-"

Bee abruptly stopped talking and scrunched her nose, "One second." Flicking her wrist, she looked at her bracelet and sighed.

"Forgive me; I'll be back in just a moment. Could you wait here?" Bee asked, standing up and walking towards the door.

Ryan felt something amiss but couldn't quite place it.

Standing up, Ryan was about to voice his apprehension, but as soon as he stood up, Bee dashed for the door.

Ryan was stunned but reacted fast, activating his energy and making a beeline toward the door.

Unfortunately for Ryan, he was a tad too late, and Bee was already on the other side of the door, having shut and locked him inside.

Ryan banged on the door with his fists over and over, the strikes causing shock waves of destruction inside the room but not leaving a scratch on the door.

As Ryan pounded on the door, he felt anger starting to corrode his thoughts.

Anger at the door for blocking his path.

Anger at himself for letting his guard down.

Anger at the woman who dared trap him, an Overlord.

Anger at the human race for not bowing down and worshiping him.

Ryan abruptly stopped banging on the door and steadied his breathing.

Those weren't his thoughts, at least not his rational ones.

He was in a precarious situation with several unknowns. Being controlled by his curse wouldn't help him in this situation.

Looking around the room, Ryan wondered what the point of trapping him here was.

Did one of the students notice his fast rise and wanted to trap him here until the time limit for the event was over?

'That seems unlikely,' Ryan thought after mulling over the details.

That woman was fast, almost as fast as him. He could tell she didn't have a heavenly screen. A perk he learned that he acquired when became an Overlord.

But she certainly wasn't a first-year student. Someone went through a lot of trouble to get her to make it seem she was a first-year and trap him in this room.

That only left one suspect, the military.

Just as Ryan came to that conclusion, he heard a hissing sound and sensed gas starting to leak in from the air vent.

Taking off his shirt, Ryan wrapped it around his mouth, trying his best not to breathe in the suspicious gas.

Backing up to the furthest corner of the room from the air vent, Ryan wracked his mind for solutions to the mess he was in.

Assuming it was the military, Ryan knew they wouldn't kill him unless something drastically changed.

Confirming his thoughts, Ryan started to feel tired but fortified his mind from the gas.

Surprisingly his defenses were rather effective at thwarting the gas's effects.

Ryan knew his mind's defenses were another special ability acquired only by those who evolved their race or got to at least C-Rank in the regular human race.

'Perhaps they don't know about me becoming an Overlord.'

Ryan had considered the human military some omniscient force, at least concerning him. But it looks like he was mistaken.

As the gas started trying to invade his mind, he started slowly relaxing his muscles, pretending to fall asleep.

Twenty minutes later, Ryan heard the creaking of the door and the sound of two pairs of footsteps.

"Just like you instructed Dr. Rubenstein, this humble one hopes she has done well." Ryan heard the voice of Bee say.

As the footsteps stopped only a few feet away, Ryan tried his best not to move a muscle as he listened.

He didn't have the idea to escape, at least not at this point.

Where would he run? He wasn't strong enough to go against an E-Rank warrior, let alone a whole empire.

He could take refuge in the demons, but he was sure their territory was far, far away. He estimated his chances of reaching the demon's territory before being caught about the same as him lasting 5 minutes inside Mara.

Instead, he wanted to use this opportunity to learn more about why the military wiped his memory and real identity.

"Exquissssite," Ryan heard a feminine voice that sounded eerily snake-like come from the other person in the room.

"Move ssssubject one to the lab for tessssting," After the voice said that, Ryan heard her turn around and leave the room.

Ryan felt his body levitate upwards and had to keep himself from tensing.

"Sorry about this subject one, no hard feelings. I can't go against Master Rubenstein's orders, right?"

"You understand" Her voice suddenly changed, becoming cold and lifeless, "better than anyone else."

Ryan felt her hands touch his upper chest and move across them in a line, "I can't believe they could remove your scars."

"The first time I saw you, you looked like a piece of flesh that happened to have a human living inside it." Her hand suddenly stopped, "Well, not like you can remember it anyways."

Feeling his body starting to move, he felt the familiar fluctuations of spatial teleportation before his environment changed, and a foul smell assaulted his nostrils.

The air turned from pleasantly warm to cold and musty.

Ryan felt his body continue to move before he sensed himself in a familiar environment.

'It's the same as the vision,' Ryan thought, recognizing the horrifying reality, 'That proves the vision was real.'

As he entered the chamber in which he had been brainwashed for what felt like an eternity, he sensed the same presence from earlier, the one Bee had called Dr. Rubenstein.

"Place him on the table and load up the induction."

Feeling his back, which previously felt like it was floating, come into contact with a cold metal surface.

Thankfully his pants were on, or he'd have an entirely different problem.

His arms and legs were strapped to the table, and he felt a metal clamp secure his head.

"Inject the wakener and start the video. He should wake up immediately but feel dazed for a few minutes, which will help slip him into a trance."

Directly after she said that, Ryan felt a prick in his arm and a liquid flow into his bloodstream, screaming for him to wake up.

Slowly opening his eyes, Ryan noticed the same screen he remembered and the familiar words "Forget" and "Obey" before everything turned hazy.