The scent of disinfectant and the low hum of machinery filled the dimly lit hospital room. The body on the metal slab was still, covered with a white sheet that barely hinted at the fragile figure beneath it.
Ren Vaelcrest had died.
But no one had mourned him.
No family had rushed to claim his body. No friends wept over his passing. To the world, he was nothing more than a failure..... a disgrace without a second thought.
A noble son who couldn't awaken as an Esper or even a Guide was worthless. A useless pawn whose only purpose had been to secure a marriage alliance. But even that had failed. Ren had chosen death over a life in chains, running away only to meet a fate crueler than anything he had imagined.
And now, his corpse lay abandoned in the morgue, nameless, forgotten.
Well at least he had fought till the very end, he had to have been proud of that right?
A sharp gasp cut through the silence.
The body on the table jerked, fingers twitching, chest rising with a desperate intake of air.
Ren's empty eyes fluttered open, revealing irises that glowed faintly in the darkness. A storm of unfamiliar memories flooded his mind eliciting a moan of pain, the memories crashed over him like a tidal wave.
Pain. Betrayal. Death.
The memories could be explained in those three words.
And then there was.....?
That part of his memory came up blank.
Who was he?
His heart pounded against his ribs as he sat up, a shiver ran down his spine. The morgue was eerily cold, but that wasn't what made him tremble. It was the fact that he was dead and he had been reincarnated into another world.
He wasn't the same Ren Vaelcrest who had died, he knew that inherently.
No, he was....?
Who was he again?
He couldn't remember.
[SYSTEM INITIALIZING...]
A mechanical voice echoed in his mind, it was sharp and emotionless.
[Congratulations, Host. You have been selected as the wielder of the Reverse Harem System. Your fate has been rewritten.]
He blinked, his lips parting slighting. Reverse Harem System?
Before he could fully process it, a flood of information surged in his mind.
His new body belonged to a noble failure despised by his family.
The protagonist of this world was his so-called brother, Alister Vaelcrest.
The Guides that were supposed to be Alistair's destined partners.... would be drawn to him instead?
He let out a slow breath, his pulse steadying.
He knew this body's information, but who was he?
Memories flashed by too quickly to grasp, the only string he managed to hold on to was that of a woman brushing someone's air saying 'Aaron'.
Aaron?
Aaron.... that's who he is.
Aaron.