Harem Overlord: I ALWAYS Finish Quick!

Ryan walked down a long jagged corridor on his way to class. Having been in this world for five weeks without attending a lesson, he figured today was as good as any to start his true school arc.

[Congratulations on upgrading to E-Rank in your race]

[Your curse Primal Evolution has been removed and is replaced by Overlord's Arrogance (Passive)]

Rereading the notifications he had missed when he passed out, he still couldn't believe how much killing Gregory had changed him.

The first change was a race upgrade which gave Ryan a 500-year lifespan, an improved cultivation speed, and the ability to upgrade to E-Rank. Because he was an overlord, he also gained the ability of [Racial Suppression], which worked on humans F-Ranked and below.

Even without using his energy, he could use the ability to suppress anyone within a 30 feet vicinity.

The second change was to his curse, which was even more prevalent. He now had "integrated" with the curse, changing his personality permanently, at least for now.

Rereading his ability's description, he lamented and wished he could go back to the good old days.

[Overlord's Arrogance(Passive): Your arrogance is domineering, making all who see it have a higher chance of submitting to it. As the added bonus of increasing the user's arrogance automatically.]

This little bonus was more no laughing matter. His new ability was passive and couldn't be turned off, which meant all he could do was become stronger and force the damn thing off himself.

While he could consciously avoid becoming arrogant, Ryan decided against it, as he had proven his lack of control time and time again in the bedroom.

Reaching the doorknob, he creaked it open and peered inside. A large classroom lay before him with straight rows of chairs lined up ten by ten.

"Ah, Mr. Dire, just the man we were waiting for." A grizzled woman with weathered yet oddly tantalizing features stood at the front of the room looking at him.

Sitting down at the back of the room, Ryan yawned and said, "Oh, professor, you didn't have to wait for little olé' me!"

Waving her hand dismissively, the teacher started her boring lecture as Ryan yawned and recalled his morning escapade.

He had been asleep for almost a week, yet he didn't feel refreshed in the slightest, and cumming didn't help his tired body either. Having been awake for almost 24 hours since his visions stopped, he started to nod in and out of sleep.

Slipping into a dream, Ryan looked confused at what was happening before him.

"Fuck Ryan, my little slut hole is aching just thinking about last week," Abby said, her mouth drooling as her pussy dribbled liquids onto the ground, frantically rubbing her cunt.

Fixing his gaze on Abby, he muttered, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm teaching, of course, Mr. Dire." The lady responded, narrowing her eyes, she said, "You wouldn't be daydreaming of your romp with Ms. Torres, would you?"

Fumbling awake, Ryan blinked, trying to regain clarity.

The whispers in the classroom grew louder as conversations about the hottest topic on campus, dubbed the "Torres sister battle", started circling around the room.

"In fact, professor, I was daydreaming about us. I suddenly exuded a charm unlike any other, and you became flustered," he said, taking the initiative to release his aura.

"You started squirming, your breath becoming hot and heavy," Ryan continued.

Sure enough, just a second later, the professor started to pant, her eyes locking onto his.

"You started to grind your panties against my hard rod and," abruptly cutting off his aura, Ryan bit his lip, "then you interrupted me."

A hundred boys in the room stared at their professor who had tortured them these past four weeks whimpering from the sheer presence of Ryan with slack jaws and wide eyes.

"Is professor Frances joking?"

"Why does she look so good when she blushes?"

"Fuck, this is hot! If this continued for another 30 minutes, I might have been able to get hard!"

"Alright, settle down, everyone!" The professor yelled, straightening her spine and glancing over her shoulder at Ryan.

Blushing, she turned back towards the class. "Today, I have a very important announcement."

Having never heard professor Frances use the words "important", the class leaned in, eager for what she would say.

"Our cultivators are having an upcoming portal excursion to any unknown plane."

"As enhancers, you are meant to aid and improve the overall well-being of cultivators, not just fill them up." She said, looking up through her lashes at Ryan.

"Life is full of perilous encounters, but in danger lies opportunity."

"You shall accompany one of the top 100 cultivators inside the portal to help not only them but also find possible opportunities for yourselves."

Seeing some recruits start sweating and shaking, she said, "I know you must be worried about your safety but fret not, you'll be perfectly safe. The portal is a low-grade one that only allows people 18 and younger to enter. Thus, we know it has no F-Ranked beasts inside."

"The chance of coming into intelligent life in these portals is also relatively rare but again-"

"With danger comes opportunity," The class chanted.

"Professor Frances, do we get to choose our partner?"

Seeing a boy raise his hand and ask, she responded, "Yes, you will choose in order of rank which you placed last month."

"A list of names will appear on your wristband, and you each will have 10 minutes to look over their information."

"Also, in order to qualify for the trip, you will need to pass your task, which is due tomorrow. Make sure you do, or else you'll be left behind, and treasures will be passed on bye."

Ryan abruptly jolted in his chair as he remembered Valery's words that they would have one task a week after the first month. He already knew who he wanted to choose, so not wasting any time, he activated his bracelet and willed it to show him his task.

<Task: Earn 300 campus credits this week>

<Progress: 0/300>

Seeing the progress bar, Ryan shifted in his seat as he tapped his feet, checking the time.

He had to make 300 campus credits by night's end. His body wasn't refreshed from his nearly week-long nap, and his morning hostile takeover of the trio didn't leave him any stamina for tonight.

As the rest of the class droned by, Ryan thought of different ways to make money until an epiphany struck him.

He had magical abilities, and there was a casino on campus. He was sure this was a match made in heaven.

'Hopefully, they don't have good defenses, though…' He thought, realizing this wasn't earth and the forces here probably had some safeguard against cheating.

"Anthony Dire, it's your turn to choose," Ryan felt a finger nudged against his face.

Ignoring the woman, he pulled up the option to select a partner but twisted his mouth as he saw the grayed-out name of Emily Vanroth.

"Who took Emily Vanroth?" Ryan's baritone growl made the room fall into silence, everyone feeling the temperature turn frigid.

"Roger did it," Roger said as he stood up and spoke to Ryan.

Flaring his nostrils, Ryan grit his teeth. "Why?" He asked, clenching his teeth so hard he heard one start to crack.

Shrugging, Roger said, "Roger likes Emily."

"Emily was kind to Roger."

Sighing, Ryan nodded. "Okay, just… don't touch her," He said, looking at Roger with a tight-lipped smile.

Seeing Roger nod, Ryan confirmed his suspicion that this guy had run out of brain cells and was as harmless as a fly. 'Besides, she's a cultivator.'

Deciding to let the matter slide, he looked at the list but didn't recognize any names.

"I don't even see Grace's name here," He muttered as he decided to pick the first name available, Brooke Skylar.