"Shit..."
"Who is this idiot?"
"Doesn't he have any values? Poor guy..." Carol muttered in annoyance, glaring at Shaco.
He had accidentally bumped into her in the school hallway, lost in his thoughts. Before he could realize it, the water from his bottle had spilled all over her pristine school uniform.
Carol's eyes flashed with anger. Without a second thought, she snatched a water bottle from her friend and dumped it all over Shaco's face.
He stood there, drenched, silent, and humiliated.
But Carol wasn't done. Being the billionaire's daughter and the most popular girl in the 11th grade, she made sure to turn the situation into a spectacle.
"Ugh! Do you even watch where you're going?" she exclaimed dramatically, drawing the attention of the crowd around them.
Meanwhile, Shaco, a mere 9th grader from a middle-class background, could do nothing but stare at Carol's furious expression. His hands clenched at his sides, and his heart pounded in his chest as he faced the mocking laughter of her friends and other seniors.
All because of a simple mistake.
Carol's classmates—**Shaco's seniors—**saw the opportunity to impress her. They gathered around him, smirking, ready to take things further.
The leader of the group, Mayo, stepped forward. He had his eyes set on Carol, wanting her to be his girlfriend. Though he came from a wealthy family, he wasn't in the same league as Carol's billionaire background.
"Well, well, look who we have here," Mayo sneered, cracking his knuckles.
Before Shaco could react, they started ragging him, forcing him to follow their humiliating instructions. Shaco clenched his fists but remained silent, swallowing his pride.
"Haha..." Carol laughed, and soon, the whole crowd of students joined in.
Being the daughter of a billionaire and the most popular girl in school, Carol had a beauty that was unmatched—sexy, confident, and completely out of reach for anyone beneath her standards.
Shaco stood there, soaked and humiliated, his heart heavy with regret.
"Why did I have to be so careless..." he thought, cursing his mistake.
After everyone left, Shaco walked home, his clothes still wet and clinging to his skin. He felt drenched and irritated, eager to change into something dry.
When he finally reached home, the incident kept running through his mind, over and over again. But...
The shocking part was...
Instead of feeling angry or thinking badly about Carol, Shaco found himself feeling something else.
"It was my mistake," he admitted to himself.
But despite knowing that, he couldn't stop thinking about her, her beauty, the way she carried herself, and the effortless charm she radiated.
Rather than resentment, an unexpected fascination had taken root inside him.
In the evening, Shaco's mother sent him to the market to buy some household items.
As he walked down the street, a black luxury car sped past him, its sleek design catching his attention for a moment before disappearing into the distance.
When Shaco finally reached the market, he saw the same black luxury car parked near the entrance.
A girl stepped out, descending gracefully from the stairs of a nearby shop, wearing a stunning purple dress that hugged her figure perfectly. She looked even more mesmerizing up close, effortlessly stealing the attention of everyone around her.
Shaco knew exactly who she was—Carol Monroe. She lived in a grand, luxurious mansion, the kind only billionaires could afford. Everything about her screamed wealth and elegance, making her seem completely out of reach.
Then, Shaco's eyes landed on her face.
"Damn God..." he muttered under his breath.
"Miss Gorgeous... it's you," he thought, his heart racing.
"I am totally flat on you, Angry Bird," he whispered to himself, unable to take his eyes off her.
At this moment, he was completely mesmerized by her, his mind consumed with thoughts of Carol. Instead of focusing on the things his mother had asked him to buy, all he could think about was her.
As the black luxury car departed, Shaco stood there for a moment, lost in his thoughts.
It was only when the car disappeared from sight that he finally snapped back to reality, realizing the real reason he had come to the market.
This encounter brought a completely new experience into his life—one that left him smiling to himself, feeling a strange sense of happiness just by thinking about her.
"From now on..."
"My real goal is to achieve Carol," Shaco muttered to himself, determination burning in his eyes.
But deep down, he knew it wouldn't be easy. Carol was the daughter of a billionaire, living a life of luxury and status, while he came from a simple middle-class family. The gap between them felt like an impossible challenge.
Yet, something inside him had changed. Instead of feeling discouraged, a surge of newfound confidence filled him. He clenched his fists, his eyes burning with determination.
No matter how difficult it seemed, he had made up his mind. He would pursue her—at any cost.
As he was returning home from the market, something caught his eye—a strange, shimmering light coming from the local STD PCO call center.
Curiosity sparked within him. Without thinking twice, Shaco stepped inside.
[System Initialization...]
A sudden ringing echoed in Shaco's head, a strange voice reverberating through his mind.
[Welcome to the Harem God System]
[You have been chosen to embark on the ultimate journey to become the most dominant male and earn the admiration of countless women.]
"What the...?" Shaco blinked in confusion, glancing around. Was he imagining things?
Suddenly, a translucent blue screen appeared in front of him, floating mid-air like a hologram. His eyes widened in shock.
[Accept your destiny and unlock unlimited potential.]
[Do you accept?]
[Yes] [No]
Shaco hesitated, his heart pounding. "Is this... real?" He reached out hesitantly, his fingers trembling. The moment he touched [Yes], a warm sensation spread through his body.
[Congratulations! System Activated.]
[Analyzing User...]
Lines of glowing text scrolled across the screen, detailing his stats:
[User: Shaco]
[Age: 16]
[Charm: 2]
[Confidence: 1]
[Strength: 3]
[Intelligence: 5]
[Status: Below Average]
Shaco's face darkened. "Below average?! Is this system mocking me?"