“What? How is that possible? Wh-what’s going on? Are you saying that I am in the game ‘Make Them All Yours’?”
[Yes and No, this world is not a game.]
While trying to digest the explosive news that I just got, I plunged directly into my bed.
‘Make Them All Yours, Ether, these words, how could I not know them?’
It was when I was in the 2nd year of high school, the game was released, and just as it was released, it had become a great hit.
(A/N: The name of the game and everything about it is fictional. I am not taking it from anything existing, and if they do, I have no idea about it, and I truly do not know.)
It was an eroge game…
Boasting great capture targets, adventure, action, and yes…we also have heart-moving sex, it was a story of how you capture each target and expand your harem as big as possible.
What had set this game apart from others was how hard it was to capture the girl’s heart. Each character felt like it had its own life.
And instead of the normal route where we have a choice to pick to increase your favorable points, you could type your words and get different responses.
The more you progress, the harder it gets as you had to work hard to keep your harem afloat. As a man of culture, I had also played the game… secretly that is.
Well, I could have said to be the topmost player as I had the largest harem and could keep it afloat.
The feeling of conquering the heroines was so addictive that I couldn’t stop playing and ended up becoming a pro who conquered many girls that others could not.
“So what you are saying is I was reborn in the game, but why?”
I was really curious why did I get a second chance? Why?
[Well host, to start with, this is your game world, but in reality, there will be no second chances, no restarts, and no retreats.]
[The action the host takes will affect the future, and everybody here is real and has feelings.]
[As to why you are here, it is because of the God of games.]
“God of games? Are you saying that a God gave me this chance? Why?”
[The God of games is one of the supreme gods in existence. As to the chance the God of games gave you, it is not free.]
“Wait, not free, what do you mean?”
[Ding..]
[Main Quest Initiated:
Info: Take all the girls away from the main protagonists, take all the girls for yourself while making sure that the protagonists live a full life of a bachelor.
Reward: Getting to freely live in this world.
Failure: To have your soul completely tortured for eternity in hell.]
Reading the main quest I got, I had only one thought in my mind.
That I was f****d up!!
While taking all the women for myself and living a harem life does sound great, it has a huge backlash.
One must know that the game was almost similar to reality where only you could know the result after the action. As an eroge, the game had the tsundere, the sadist, the masochist, the kuudere, and the…yandere.
Don’t take me wrong; I have nothing against yandere. Which man doesn’t love it when women will do anything for you and live just for you?
But when love leads a woman to activate god-tier forbidden magic to keep you for herself, that’s when shit hits the fan.
Remembering the manic look on the woman’s face as she proclaimed me as hers, a tremble ran up my spine.
“Wait, why did the God of the game do this? What’s in it for him?” I asked.
“[The host may not know this, but as the God of Games, it is his responsibility to play all the released games and completely conquer them. However, for the first time, the God of Games couldn’t completely win in a game.]” the system explained.
“So, you mean that since he couldn’t complete ‘Make Them All Yours’, he created the real world just to torture the protagonist?” I asked.
“[Correct, host. As the chosen individual, you must conquer each of the targets while making the main hero’s life tougher.]” the system confirmed.
Hearing this, I was speechless. Just because the God of Games was spiteful, he wanted to torture the game’s main hero. “So basically, I should take all the women for myself while making the protagonist a bachelor,” I muttered.
“[Yes, that is correct.]”
Although what I said was easy, completing it was almost impossible. Each of the capture targets had an immense background, power, or beauty and would not settle for just any Tom, Dick, or Harry. Sighing while rubbing my head, I chose to temporarily set the problem aside and focus on the present.
“Can you at least tell me who I am right now?” I asked.
“[The host has taken the body and has become the character, Austin Lionheart.]” the system replied.
Hearing the name, I jumped out of bed, shocked and fearful.
