QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL) Chapter 304: Alpha crack

Chapter 303

Daphne

There’s sothing weird.

Sothing is very weird.

System. It has co to my attention that I keep seeing the main character everywhere. Please tell . Please tell this is all in my head.

[The world seed has been actively pushing you toward the main character.]

My eye twitches.

Excuse ?

[Analysis confirms: The frequency of coincidental encounters with Elliot Wallace exceeds statistical probability by 847%. This is not random chance. The world narrative is attempting to integrate you into the harem dynamic.]

I’m trying to break the harem. Now it seems I’m being actively pushed toward being the sixth mber.

The golf function—fine. Whatever. He was working there, it made sense. Annoying, but plausible.

Then I saw him at the mall. With my mother. Olga had dragged shopping for "family bonding ti," and there he was, working at so boutique, smiling that soft smile, looking at with those big green eyes. Olga even comnted on what a "sweet young man" he was. I wanted to scream.

Again, whatever. Coincidence. Malls have many employees.

Then I was driving back from a eting on the outskirts of town. Middle of nowhere. Industrial district. And my tire blew out.

Guess who was there?

Elliot. Delivering catering supplies to a warehouse. In the middle of nowhere. At the exact mont my tire failed.

He helped change it. With his soft hands and his gentle voice and his pheromones that did absolutely nothing to except make want to run in the opposite direction.

It’s been a series of natural yet unnatural coincidences. That blonde twink keeps showing up, and honestly? All the good emotions I had for him are fading really fast.

I’m getting annoyed.

[The world seed is persistent. It recognizes you as a powerful Alpha and seeks to incorporate you into the central narrative.]

I don’t want to be incorporated. I want to dismantle it.

[The two objectives may be mutually complicating.]

I pinch the bridge of my nose, hard enough to hurt.

Can you do sothing? Block it or sothing?

[Limited capabilities. I can attempt to create narrative resistance, but the world seed’s influence is strong. The MC’s attraction to you is genuine—the coincidences are the seed’s way of creating opportunities for that attraction to develop.]

Great. So the universe is playing matchmaker between and the one person I’m supposed to be separating from his five soulmates.

[Essentially, yes.]

I want to scream.

Was this how he got five Alphas? This relentless, universe-driven proximity? The constant "coincidental" encounters that wear down resistance and build familiarity?

Now it’s making sense.

[The world seed’s influence is strongest during the harem formation phase. It creates opportunities for bonding under the guise of fate.]

Fate my ass. This is harassnt.

[Semantics.]

I’m going to murder this system one day.

*

The next coincidence happens three days later.

It’s a high-class restaurant. VIP only. Ultra exclusive—the kind of place where reservations are made months in advance and the waitstaff are trained to be invisible. I’m eting a business contact, soone who can help ruffle those CEO feathers I haven’t forgotten about.

Charles Grey is next on my list. This contact has dirt. Delicious, destructive dirt.

I walk in, scan the room, spot my contact at a corner table. Perfect.

I sit down. We exchange pleasantries. Order drinks.

And then—

How are the fucking odds?

Our waiter is a pretty, tiny thing with blonde hair and green eyes.

Elliot. Again.

Are you fucking kidding ?

He approaches the table, professional and poised, and I watch my business partner’s eyes light up with interest. The Alpha in him responding to the Oga presence like a magnet to tal.

Great. Another Alpha caught in his orbit.

Like what is he? Alpha crack or sothing?

I ignore him. Completely. I focus on my contact, on the conversation, on the dirt I’m here to collect. Elliot takes our order, his voice soft, his movents graceful, and I pretend he’s furniture.

It works. For about ten minutes.

Then—

Wine. Directly on my crotch.

Elliot freezes, the empty bottle in his hand, his face going pale. "I—CEO. Han, I’m so sorry—"

He grabs napkins. He reaches for . His hand heads directly for my crotch.

I grab his wrist before he can make contact.

"It’s fine." My voice is controlled. Calm. Dangerously calm. "Mistakes happen."

I stand, ignoring the spreading stain on my light gray trousers. Of course it had to be the day I wore bright gray instead of black. Of course.

"I’ll be back," I tell my contact, and walk to the bathroom with as much dignity as I can muster.

*

I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection.

Gray trousers. Dark wine stain. Directly on my crotch.

It looks like I pissed myself and then so.

I take off my jacket, untuck my dress shirt, and try to assess the damage. The stain is set already. Nothing I can do except survive the rest of this eting and get ho.

I’m still strategizing my escape when I finish in the bathroom and step outside.

He’s there.

Waiting.

Elliot. His hands clasped in front of him, his green eyes wide and wet with unshed tears. He looks like a kicked puppy. Like I might strike him at any mont.

"CEO Han." He bows, low and apologetic. "My apologies. Please let make it right. I can—"

I hold up a hand, cutting him off.

"Like I said before." My voice is flat. "It’s okay."

He opens his mouth, clearly wanting to say sothing more. To explain. To apologize again. To bond over this miserable experience.

I don’t give him the chance.

I walk past him, back to my table, and spend the next hour pretending my crotch isn’t stained while I extract every piece of information I need about Charles Grey.

When I finally leave, Elliot is nowhere to be seen. Good.

But as I drive ho, the System chis in.

[He cried in the back room after you left. Genuine distress. The world seed is using his genuine emotions against you.]

I don’t care.

[He’s not manipulating you. He genuinely feels terrible. Genuinely wants your forgiveness. Genuinely—]

I said I don’t care. Are you under the influence of the world too?

Silence.

I sigh.