At 9:00 PM, under the full moon on a deserted highway, Kuroshima Takeda, a 28-year-old man, glanced at his system interface. The moonlight bathed the landscape in a silvery glow, casting long, eerie shadows on the asphalt. The air was cool and still, filled with an unsettling quiet. The occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze and the distant hoot of an owl added to the eerie atmosphere.
He saw a list of novels with infinite harem genres:
1. Primordial Antagonist with Infinite Harem
2. Infinite Harem Legends
3. Infinite Harem of Goddesses
... (continues infinitely)
Kuroshima, with his spiky hair that seemed to defy gravity, wore a traditional red kimono. The ensemble consisted of a red kosode, a short-sleeved kimono, and hakama, pleated trousers that swayed with his every movement. A white obi, tied securely around his waist, contrasted sharply against his red attire, making him stand out even more under the moonlit sky.
A 10-year-old boy named Kenji watched him curiously, his eyes wide with wonder and a hint of fear. The boy's small frame seemed even more fragile in the dim light.
"What are you doing, mister?" Kenji asked, his voice trembling slightly.
"Searching for a novel," Kuroshima replied, his fingers deftly scrolling through the endless list. The glow from the interface illuminated his face, highlighting his focused expression.
"This is my first time seeing this. What is it, mister?" Kenji inquired, stepping closer to get a better look.
"Ah, we call it an interface," Kuroshima explained, his eyes never leaving the glowing screen.
"It looks like a game," Kenji observed, his curiosity piqued by the strange device.
"Well, it is a kind of game system," Kuroshima admitted, a small smile playing on his lips.
"What does it do, mister?" Kenji asked, his curiosity growing with each passing moment.
With a mischievous smile, Kuroshima said, "Look at this, it's a list of novels. Each of these novels has an infinite harem, and this system allows me to enter any of them. Do you know what that means?"
"Wow, that means you have an infinite harem!" Kenji exclaimed, his eyes widening in amazement.
Kuroshima giggled. "Yes, not only infinite but an infinite series."
"I'm jealous of you, mister," Kenji said, his voice tinged with envy.
Kuroshima laughed. "It's not all fun and games. This system has a downside too. To use it continuously, I need to complete quests."
"What kind of quests does it give you, mister?" Kenji asked, his curiosity now mixed with concern.
"It makes me hunt ghosts," Kuroshima sighed, his expression turning serious.
"A ghost?!" Kenji's eyes widened in fear, his body trembling.
"Why do you look so scared?" Kuroshima tilted his head, studying the boy's reaction.
"Of course, I'm scared. We're talking about ghosts, and we're on a deserted highway," Kenji said, his voice shaking.
"You know, you're also a ghost," Kuroshima reminded him, his tone gentle.
"Oh, I forgot about that," Kenji laughed, the realization bringing a momentary relief.
"And look at my attire. When I'm on a quest, the system makes me invisible. Only ghosts like you can see me," Kuroshima explained, his voice calm and reassuring.
"So what are you doing here?" Kenji asked, his fear slowly subsiding.
"Of course, I'm here to complete a quest," Kuroshima said, his eyes scanning the dark surroundings.
"Do you want to kill me?" Kenji asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"No, why would I want to kill you?" Kuroshima reassured him, his smile warm and kind.
"Because I'm a ghost," Kenji said, his voice filled with uncertainty.
"Don't worry about it, I only hunt bad ghosts," Kuroshima smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Suddenly, they saw an ugly ghost with glowing red eyes. It was as tall as Kuroshima and only growled, its presence sending a chill down their spines. The ghost's face was twisted and grotesque, its eyes burning with malevolence.
"His face is terrifying," Kuroshima noted, his voice steady despite the fearsome sight.
Kenji trembled with fear, his body shaking uncontrollably.
Kuroshima summoned his kusarigama, the weapon gleaming in the moonlight. "It's time for an exorcism."
The ghost rushed toward Kuroshima with ferocious speed, its red eyes blazing with malice. The air around them seemed to grow colder as the ghost approached, its growls echoing through the night.
Kuroshima sidestepped the attack, narrowly avoiding the ghost's lunge. He swung his kusarigama's sickle in a swift arc, but the ghost deftly dodged, its movements eerily fluid and unnatural.
The ghost retaliated with a powerful punch aimed at Kuroshima. He raised his arm to block, feeling the impact reverberate through his bones. Without wasting a second, Kuroshima flicked his wrist, sending the chain of the kusarigama snaking around the ghost's torso, the metal links clinking softly.
The ghost thrashed violently, trying to break free, but the chain held fast, tightening with each struggle. Its growls grew louder, echoing through the night.
"This is the end!" Kuroshima declared, his voice filled with fierce determination.
With a swift, fluid motion, Kuroshima yanked the chain, pulling the ghost off balance. In one decisive move, he brought the sickle down, slashing through the ghost's form. The ghost let out a final, haunting wail before dissolving into wisps of dark energy, the sound lingering in the air.
Kenji watched in awe, his eyes wide with amazement. "Wow," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration and relief.