Harem Overlord: I ALWAYS Finish Quick!

[New Quest Alert!]

[First Upgrade]

[Description: Your first crowning milestone is swiftly approaching. The road of cultivation is long and treacherous, but as long as one is alive, there is hope. Upgrade your cultivation rank to improve your specialty, receiving unexpected rewards.]

"Thanks, really needed you to encourage me to get stronger," Ryan said to the heavens, rolling his eyes.

'Hopefully, the upgrade will help me with my harem slot shortage.'

A large glass structure towered over Ryan. Holograms advertising cultivation pills, pills that could help one get hard in under an hour, armor, and magic swords bounced around in various windows.

'And here sits the Campus Store,' Ryan thought as he entered the pandemonium inside. Shoppers milled through the aisles, asking their questions, watching videos of products in use, and live demonstrations. 'Crazy.'

"Come over here and watch as the best squeezer pill in the Kheaweth Empire is being demonstrated live!" Ryan heard a fat man caked in jewelry, a golden suit, and bright golden boots holler at the crowd.

Curious, Ryan walked over, only to wish he hadn't.

Chained up sitting in a chair, a stripped-down boy who was made up of more bones than flesh sat gagged. The clock placed beside him acted like a stopwatch and said this was his 3rd "lap" currently a total of 20 hours in.

The lanky boy writhed in the chair, foam leaking behind the ball gag stuffed in his mouth, causing a mixture of saliva and the tears streaming down his cheeks to pool on the floor.

His cock was covered with his expended juices. Having been over 17 hours since his first climax, the cum had hardened on his pubes, causing his hip movements to be filled with painful pleasure.

"I think he's about ready for his fourth shot!" The salesman proclaimed holding up his golden staff, topped off by a gleaming serpent.

The man's eyes popped out of their sockets as a thick stream of seed spewed like a fountain out of his pulsating member.

Blood slowly dripped down from his mouth as his head and limbs fell limply to either side of him.

"In under 21 hours, even his seed of life is sucked dry, allowing you to get every drop. Now, who wants one?"

Watching cultivators clamoring to buy the product a shiver ran down Ryan's spine. After watching the grotesque sight Ryan reaffirmed his ambitions to bring down this sick empire.

'This Overlord must bring justice to men... and their defective members.'

"How may I help you?" An automated voice droned as Ryan stood in front of the help desk.

"Magic swords, please," Ryan said, rubbing his hands together. Seeing a dropdown list of swords of all kinds, Ryan salivated, looking at all the beautiful blades.

His current non-magical sword was stolen from the dead intruder who dared barge into his room with Gregory. It was good enough for combat but couldn't fly.

In order for his plan to work, he had to acquire transportation to the Dawn Pavilion, or he'd spend a whole day walking there even if he used his energy. It would have been so much easier if he could use the spatial doors, but they only worked on campus.

Rubbing his hand together, Ryan looked through the blades. 'Oh, yeah, The Imperial Kingslayer. That one looks awesome. I can cut down my enemies three at a time. Not only that, but I will get a 50% increase against higher-ranked opponents. Bingo. Purchase.'

Denied.

'Crap. What? Ok. Whatever,' Ryan really wanted that Kingslayer, but there might be one that is a little more affordable. He swiped through the pictures and found another sword that made him salivate. The Blood Reaper. 'Nice! That will suit this Overlord nicely!' Ryan beamed as he hit the purchase button.

Denied.

'Crap! What can I afford?' Ryan noticed an area on the screen where he could put in his buying price. Pictures of blades flicked off the screen, leaving only one option. Ryan's face fell. "What the hell!?''

<Flying Stick: A stick that can fly when energy is inserted.>

<Cost: 15,000 Campus Credits>

Trying to flick his finger to scroll for more options desperately, he clenched his fist as the taunting message <Cannot afford other items> appeared after every swipe.

Sighing, Ryan begrudgingly chose to buy the stick and exit the store. Ryan now had to go to the administration building to buy a leave of absence pass, as anyone leaving campus had to.

===

"Darius!" Urisa yelled, unceremoniously throwing open the door that read Manager, Project: Subject One and barging into Darius's office.

"For heaven's sake, Major, calm down," Darius said, stroking his beard. "What's the matter?"

"It's subject one. . . he's just gone to the administration building and. . . asked for a leave of absence," Urisa said between gasps of air.

"Is that all? Woman, I swear if you-."

"No!" Urisa screamed, interrupting her superior. "He's going to the Dawn Pavilion!"

"What?!" Turning pale, Darius felt his chest tighten and a sharp pain stab inside his chest. He clutched his heart as he gasped for air, looking wide-eyed at Urisa.

"Harold!" Urisa screamed at Darius's servant, taking a healing pill from her spatial bag and forcing Darius to swallow it.

Harold appeared in the doorway, and upon seeing that his master's face was pale and that he was clutching his chest, Harold called for the standby healer.

Within seconds, a white-robed clad man walked through the nearest spatial door. A sense of calm spread throughout the room. It was as if a healing balm covered everyone.

Touching Darius's chest, the healer closed his eyes and let out a slow breath, injecting his energy into Darius's body.

A warm white glow surrounded Darius as his breath calmed and his heartbeat returned to normal.

"When did subject one start to move?" Darius asked after taking a moment to calm his mind.

"Less than 30 minutes ago, I've already instructed the people following him to continue."

"Do we know if he's found out about his heritage? Or is it something else?" Darius asked, feeling his heart tighten again, anticipating the answer.

In response, the healer frowned and exerted more effort, increasing the energy flow.

"We believe subject one uncovered a plot by the Zol'Gans to disrupt our efforts within the BCN."

"How have I not heard of this plot?" Darius asked, his pressure dropping as he found out Ryan hadn't yet uncovered the truth about his identity.

"In fact, we have only just heard about it. We received a notification that subject one was poking into the Dawn Pavilion's server rooms," Urisa said, scratching her ear.

Slamming his fist on the desk, Darius roared, "You mean to tell me those idiots would have succeeded if not for a bumbling fool who barely has the mental capacity to stay awake for a week at a time?"

Avoiding Darius's gaze, Urisa looked at the healer, who was currently sweating as he pumped more and more of his energy reserves into the fuming Darius.

Wanting to avoid the topic, Urisa said, "They've also sent people to follow subject one, as someone appears to have tipped the Zol'Gans off about his library search history."

"It's not a surprise the demons have spies in our academy," Darius grumbled. "If the watchers have to interfere, so be it. But only interfere if subject one is on death's door."

"Anything can go wrong with another brainwashing session."

Urisa turned to leave the room but stopped when she heard Darius's voice.

"Don't let that idiot enter the Pavilion. It's too early for HER to know where he is. The grand empress is still getting things ready for the wedding."

Gulping, Urisa shakily nodded and left the room to complete her superior's orders.