The next morning, the soft golden light of dawn poured through the windows, casting gentle warmth over the quiet house.
Alaric had risen early, slipping out to the market to gather food. The girls were still sleeping in their room, exhausted after the turmoil of the past few days.
Last night, after bidding them goodnight, Alaric had quietly activated his stealth technique and entered their room without making a sound .He had been worried.
The first time he met them, their emotional states had been frayed and fragile, especially Aurevia's. Even now, he could still remember the wave of sorrow and fear he had caught from her in a fleeting moment.
As he stood silently by their bedsides, his instincts proved correct.They twisted and murmured in restless sleep, their faces shadowed by invisible fears.
Their whispers were incomprehensible, lost to nightmares born of the lives they had endured.
Without hesitation, Alaric extended his Divine Energy, letting it flow like a soft breeze into their minds.
It caressed their thoughts, soothing their dreams like a mother's lullaby. Gradually, the tension eased from their bodies, and they fell into a deeper, more peaceful sleep, their faces smoothing into quiet serenity.
Only then did Alaric return to his bed and allow himself to sleep, his heart slightly lighter.
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✶ I Reincarnated as an Extra ✶
✧ in a Reverse Harem World ✧
⊱ Eternal_Void_ ⊰
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*****
When Alaric came back from the market, his arms laden with simple but nourishing food, the girls were awake and waiting.
As he entered, they rose swiftly and bowed deeply in unison, their movements smooth and practiced.
Their soft voices rang out together:
"Welcome back, Master."
Alaric froze for a second.
Standing before him were three stunningly beautiful young women — Serineth with her emerald hair and gentle eyes, Callione with her golden locks shining in the morning sun, and Aurevia with her striking silver-white hair and calm, distant gaze.
Each carried a quiet grace, yet the subtle marks of training were evident: the lowered eyes, the deferential tone, the poised stillness.
They had been taught — perhaps conditioned — to serve their master in every way imaginable, as was the fate of many sold into bondage.
For a brief moment, Alaric was dazed.
In his previous life, it would have been the wildest fantasy of many otaku: three breathtaking girls greeting him with reverence, calling him Master.
But now, standing in this moment, it felt… bittersweet.
Alaric chuckled silently to himself, brushing aside the foolish thought.
He merely smiled, a small, wry curve of his lips, and said warmly,
"Come. Let's eat together."
At first, they hesitated — eyes flickering with uncertainty, trained to wait for permission or punishment.
But hunger gnawed stronger than habit. At Alaric's gentle insistence, they slowly sat at the table, tentative but grateful.
As they ate, Alaric quietly activated his Divine Vision, channeling a thin thread of energy into his eyes.
His gaze turned inward and outward at once — seeing not their bodies, but the state of their very beings.
Serineth's center was barren — no cultivation at all.
Callione, the blonde girl, had formed the
[1st-Circle] of magic.
And Aurevia — the white-haired one — carried the highest cultivation, yet it was deeply fractured.
Her energy center was cracked, almost shattered, leaking aura with every breath.
Despite being a [Mid-Rank-3] cultivator, her damaged core could only sustain the power of a [Peak-Rank-2] now — and even that was slipping away.
It was a miracle she was still standing at all.
'It won't last much longer.'
Alaric thought grimly.
'If left untreated,her energy center will collapse,and she'll be crippled... no better than a commoner person.'
That was, he realized, why she had been sold for such a low price despite her extraordinary appearance and former power.
He said nothing at first, letting them eat in silence. His mind raced, considering many things, weighing possibilities and consequences.
Then, a sudden idea struck him.
After they finished eating, he set his cup down with a soft clink and beckoned them over.
Especially Aurevia.
In a voice steady and gentle, yet carrying the weight of command, Alaric said,
"Aurevia. Your energy center is fractured. If nothing is done, you will lose everything."
Aurevia looked at him, her eyes calm but resigned. She had long accepted her fate.
After a heartbeat, she bowed her head slightly and spoke,
"Master, my body, my life — they already belong to you. Whatever you wish to do with me, I will obey."
Alaric's golden eyes narrowed slightly.
It was not submission he sought, but healing.
Still, he understood: she mistook his concern for a tactic to earn trust.
Without correcting her directly, Alaric simply said,
"I will not destroy what can still be saved. I will heal you. All I ask is that you follow my instructions."
For the first time, a crack appeared in Aurevia's stoic mask — a flicker of disbelief, a fragile hope.
"Yes, Master,"
She whispered.
Alaric nodded approvingly and instructed,
"Sit on the floor. Dispense the remaining aura inside you. Become like an empty vessel once more."
Aurevia hesitated — the thought of relinquishing even the little power she had left was terrifying — but after a long, searching look at Alaric, she obeyed.
She sat cross-legged on the wooden floor and closed her eyes.
A thin mist of residual aura slowly rose from her body and dissipated, leaving her stripped of power but alive, her body trembling slightly with effort.
Alaric watched silently, a wise gleam in his gaze.
Then he crossed the short distance between them and sat facing her.
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, centering himself within his Divine Heart Core.
Within that vast inner world, he could see the three golden threads connecting him to the girls -slender yet unbreakable strands.
And though identical in appearance, he could instinctively tell which thread belonged to whom.
He focused on Aurevia's.
This time, he was careful — no energy would move unless he willed it.
He connected to the thread fully, feeling its soft hum.
No backlash. Good. He sighed in relief.
Last night, he had pondered long and hard — drawing upon countless cultivation novels and memories of his past life — searching for ways to utilize these mysterious threads.
If they were invisible to others and allowed the transfer of Divine Energy, they could become a powerful weapon against intelligent enemies.
He began his experiment.
First, he tried channeling Divine Energy into the thread, but the sheer volume was too much — like trying to force a river into a straw.
WHIRRR.
He adjusted, carefully reducing the flow little by little, until the thread finally accepted the energy.
A thin trickle of divine light seeped into the thread and flowed toward Aurevia's heart.
As the sacred warmth touched her, Aurevia's eyes widened.
It felt… unlike anything she had ever known.
Sacred. Comforting. Pure.
The warmth seeped into her bones, her organs, her very soul.
She gasped softly and closed her eyes, overwhelmed.
Inside her body, miracles were happening.
Her mana veins, once cracked and bleeding energy, began knitting themselves back together, growing stronger, thicker.
Her shattered energy center, once on the verge of collapse, healed at an astonishing speed — fractures mending, structure solidifying.
Where once it was like thin, brittle glass, now it thickened into something like dense, shimmering ice — tinged faintly with gold.
Aurevia shuddered, her hands gripping the cloth of her dress as tears welled up in her eyes.
The hopeless future she had accepted without complaint… was being rewritten before her very eyes.
When it was done, the divine warmth faded, leaving behind silence — and a transformed body.
Alaric opened his eyes and asked calmly,
"How do you feel?"
Aurevia stared at him, lips parted, stunned beyond words.
Finally, in a voice barely louder than a whisper, trembling with awe, she answered:
"Master… I… I feel reborn."
And for the first time since he met them, there was more than obedience in her eyes.
There was reverence.
There was hope.
There was true, unwavering loyalty.
***
After healing Aurevia, Alaric remained still for a moment, his golden eyes flickering with surprise as she bowed deeply before him, forehead touching the ground. A soft smile curved his lips — gentle, patient.
He beckoned calmly, voice low but firm,
"Sit in the lotus position again. We're not done yet. The real work... is about to begin."
Aurevia, tears of overwhelming gratitude brimming in her eyes, looked momentarily confused.
But, trusting him without hesitation, she complied, adjusting herself into the lotus position once more.
The other two girls mirrored her, though uncertainty filled their young faces. Despite their limited worldly knowledge, even they could tell —
What Alaric had just done was something far beyond the reach of ordinary men. Callione, possessing a modest [1st-Circle] cultivation, was especially shaken.
Her senses screamed that something miraculous had transpired — and yet Alaric had said that this was only the beginning.
Alaric, noting their confusion, chuckled softly. The sound was light, almost like a warm breeze rustling through leaves.
WHOOOOSH.
He opened his eyes, a serene yet serious light gleaming in them.
"The reason I brought you three here,"
He said,
"is for what I'm about to do now. And it must remain a secret."
The air around them grew heavier, instinctively pulling the girls closer in their seats.
"The seal you bear,"
Alaric continued,
"binds you to loyalty. Should you ever act in a way that harms your master... it will be considered betrayal. And the consequences... will be unbearable."
A subtle tremor ran through the room as his words sank deep into their hearts.
"My safety is fragile,"
Alaric said quietly,
"and if this secret were exposed... it could spark a war."
The girls inhaled sharply. Even Serineth, who had little grasp of cultivation, understood the gravity in his voice. What kind of secret could a five-year-old child hold... that could shake the world?
They remembered — he had already confessed over breakfast that he was only five. But standing here, bathed in his calm yet commanding presence, it was difficult to see him as a child.
Without further explanation, Alaric closed his eyes and gestured toward Aurevia.
"Start using your aura cultivation technique,"
He instructed.
He spoke with the ease of a master, but in truth, Aura Cultivation and Aura Circulation were different. Aura circulation was simply moving the aura along established pathways.
Aura cultivation, however, was a profound art — it encompassed gathering, refining, storing, recovering, and eventually wielding aura for offense or defense.
And crucially — once the body adapted to a specific cultivation technique, changing it was almost impossible without crippling oneself or forging an entirely new path.
Thus, it was critical to start strong. And thus, the village chief, Helbric, had deliberately withheld his modest technique from Alaric — knowing it would limit him.
Aurevia, still buoyed by gratitude and awe, began circulating the pitiful remnants of her aura. Or at least, she tried to.
At that moment, she felt it — a familiar warmth flooding from her heart, spreading downward. Only this time... it was different.
The sacred, divine energy that had once been holy and untouchable began to shift, humbling itself, almost... degrading its own lofty nature to something accessible.
It broke apart into countless pure motes of power.
CRACKLE-BZZT
Each far richer than normal aura.
When this transformed energy reached her lower energy center, it was accepted without resistance. Her core welcomed it.
Aurevia's eyes widened in shock.
The foreign energy, now indistinguishable from her own, flooded her meridians — like a spark setting an ancient forest ablaze,
WHOOSH-CRACKLE
Spreading in waves across her body.
And it was all perfectly under her control.
Before she could ponder the impossibility of it, she realized with a jolt: Her aura was about to burst! She immediately activated her aura circulation, as Alaric had told her.
Her mana veins — though weary — were of [Rank-3] sturdiness. They held firm as the flood raged within.
Her cultivation level soared.
From nothing — to [Early-Rank-1] in mere moments. To [Mid-Rank-1] within minutes.
Callione and Serineth, observing this, sat frozen. Their understanding of the world crumbled like ancient stone beneath relentless waves.
Meanwhile, Alaric remained calm, eyes half-lidded, maintaining his secret art — a technique he quietly named
" Sacred Wellspring Bloom."
Maintaining a slow, measured flow of divine energy was infinitely harder than releasing it all at once.
It was like trying to hold back an ocean tide with a cracked dam — the pressure constant, the cracks relentless.
Rather than releasing his divine power freely, Alaric had to meticulously control and restrain it, forcing it to trickle steadily into Aurevia's core.
Like trying to plug a thousand holes in a dam with bare hands while an ocean pressed against it, the task strained both his body and spirit.
Feeling Aurevia's rapid rise, Alaric expanded his focus. He spread his golden-white divine energy outward, constructing a dome — solid and shimmering —around himself and Aurevia.
GRRRRRRMMMM
It was the same concept he had glimpsed during his Divine Awakening.
The dome solidified, pulsing faintly. He made it just large enough for the two of them, excluding Callione and Serineth, who would have been crushed by the pressure.
Outside the dome, the two girls squinted — the golden-white light growing so dense that the figures inside became impossible to see.
Inside the sacred space, Aurevia's cultivation soared.
[Mid-Rank-2].[Late-Rank-2].
Time blurred.
Hours passed.
Alaric, now sweating heavily, his breathing ragged, held the dual techniques with grim determination. His mind was fuzzy, as if someone were splitting his skull open with a hammer, peeling it apart by hand.
But he endured.
Inside the dome, Aurevia reached [Late-Rank-3]. Her mana veins tore under the pressure — only to be immediately healed by the sacred energy — but the toll was visible.
Another hour crawled by.
When her aura reserves neared absolute [Peak-Rank-3], Alaric finally, mercifully, stopped channeling energy. He poured the last of his strength into stabilizing the dome.
He dared not drop it too early — not when the unleashed aura could shatter the fragile peace of the neighborhood or draw unwanted eyes. He must hold on.
He gritted his teeth, barely clinging to consciousness. He had been maintaining 3 techniques all at once for more than 15 minutes.
At last — at long last — Aurevia's aura stabilized, fully under her control.
The dome flickered and dispersed with a final soft.
Whoosh-Sparkle-Sparkle.
Alaric collapsed instantly, the floor catching his small, exhausted body.
The two girls, who had been anxiously chewing stale bread at the side, sprang up, panic flashing across their faces.
"Master!"
They cried in unison, rushing toward him.
Checking his pulse, they exhaled in relief. Just asleep.
Aurevia, still half-dazed from her breakthrough, panicked as well but calmed when reassured by the others.
As realization set in, Callione stared at Aurevia — eyes wide in disbelief. Serineth, though blind to aura, felt the profound change.
But there was no time for marveling.
With tender care, they carried Alaric to the bath. They washed his sweat-soaked body, changed him into fresh clothes, and tucked him into bed, surrounding him protectively.
They sat around him quietly, the room heavy with questions, fears, and a newfound, unbreakable resolve.
This boy... their master... was not ordinary.
Even among the legendary Blessed Ones of Elyssira, he was something else entirely.
-To Be Continued