The supporting character's harem is very normal

Ikarys was startled by Rakka's words, his eyes filled with confusion as he looked at him.

He was certain that what he had seen earlier was no illusion—he had witnessed a terrifying battlefield.

It was like a battleground of the gods. Even though he knew it was merely an illusion created by Rakka, he still felt fear.

A fear that pierced his soul, leaving him trembling uncontrollably.

"You… you…" Ikarys stammered, his finger trembling as he pointed at Rakka.

Rakka frowned, his sharp gaze cutting through Ikarys like a blade, causing him to retract his hand in fright.

"Enough… let's end this," Rakka sighed softly, speaking as if this were unimportant.

Ikarys, overcome with fear, immediately stepped back and pulled out a talisman, raising it high.

"Next time! I swear I'll kill you," Ikarys shouted. However, deep down, he resolved to stay as far away from Rakka as possible.

This man was too dangerous, too terrifying. He couldn't risk getting close.

The talisman in Ikarys's hand suddenly floated into the air and disintegrated. Yet the symbols from the talisman didn't disappear but grew larger and larger.

They expanded until they enveloped Ikarys completely, forming a dazzling golden glow around him.

"There will be no next time…" Rakka said softly.

Even though Ikarys had activated a "teleportation talisman," Rakka's calm tone filled him with unease.

This talisman was known for being impenetrable, even to experts above level 80, let alone a young man like Rakka, who wasn't even level 30.

Yet despite this, Ikarys felt an increasing dread as if a massive weight pressed down on him.

Panicking, Ikarys clasped his hands together, forming hand signs to activate the talisman's magic.

Rakka watched Ikarys's frantic movements with unchanging calm. He raised the wooden sword in his hand slowly, and invisible energy began to emanate from it—an energy so oppressive it made Ikarys shiver in fear.

Desperately, Ikarys tried to complete the spell, but the excruciating pain from his abdominal wound intensified, like thousands of needles stabbing into him, interrupting his incantation.

He looked down to see blood pouring out in torrents, gritting his teeth to endure the pain as he pushed forward with the magic.

Ikarys knew all too well that if he hesitated any longer, he would die.

He didn't want to die.

He was the protagonist, the chosen one—there was no way he could die. And yet, for the first time, he feared he might die.

How ironic.

Rakka, sensing the energy was ready, swung his sword.

Like before, the swing seemed casual, like Rakka were playing around.

But the next moment, a horrifying wave of energy erupted, forming a crescent blade of light that shot straight toward Ikarys.

Ikarys was shocked, his teeth clenched, his eyes wide with panic as though they were about to burst.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.

Whoosh!

The sound of the blade slicing through the air was followed by a spray of blood, scattering like rain.

Clang!

The figure deflected the crescent blade slightly, altering its trajectory to cut only the edge of the magical symbols encasing Ikarys.

Looking closely, Ikarys realized the figure was Omnis. However, the blade had severed her right arm and part of her shoulder.

Blood gushed like a fountain, the wound so severe it revealed bone, muscle, and other tissues inside.

Yet Omnis, lying on the ground, looked at Ikarys with a satisfied smile. "Master… I've been useful to you, haven't I?"

"Master… please… even if I die, I have no regrets. I only wish to hear the words 'I love you' from your lips," she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation.

Omnis lay on the ground, utterly degraded, begging Ikarys for even the smallest scrap of affection as her life ebbed away.

Ikarys ignored her completely, focusing on completing the final hand sign. A savage grin spread across his face.

"Rakka, next time… we'll meet again," Ikarys said. His body transformed into a beam of light and vanished.

Though Ikarys had escaped, Rakka's expression remained emotionless, as if he didn't care.

His gaze shifted to Omnis, who lay on the ground, crying pitifully.

"Was it worth it?"

Hearing Rakka's question, Omnis's body trembled. She bit her lip and nodded faintly with the last of her strength. "It was."

"Even if I didn't get the answer I wanted from him, it's enough. He doesn't notice me, so I don't want to live anymore."

As Rakka looked at Omnis, he saw a reflection of his past self—or his past life.

Though he had never been as servile as Omnis, he had once loved a woman with all his heart.

And in the end… all that awaited him was coldness and betrayal.

In this life, he had vowed never to love anyone again, at least not until he became a God.

Rakka looked at Omnis, sighed softly, and shook his head. "Foolish… but… I was once as foolish as you."

He raised the wooden sword in his hand and brought it down.

A flash of light appeared and disappeared in an instant.

Omnis's head fell, rolling several times on the ground before stopping.

Even in death, she wore a satisfied smile, as if her life's journey had been complete.

Rakka lifted his left hand, holding a short black chain about 10 centimetres long.

If Lathel were here, he would immediately recognize it as the chain that had bound him earlier, created by the System function of Ikarys.

Rakka frowned, staring intently at the chain in his hand, lost in thought.

He clenched the chain tightly and closed his eyes.

Around his body, countless strange symbols and ancient languages appeared, radiating myriad colours.

In that moment, time around Rakka seemed to stop, and the space around him trembled as if under immense pressure.

After a while, Rakka slowly opened his eyes. Strange characters shimmered faintly like stars within his pupils before fading away.

His expression remained calm, but his demeanour shifted as though he had gained an understanding of something profound.

"It seems…" Rakka murmured, "This is beyond the bounds of ordinary rules."

Rakka glanced at the escalating battle in the sky, then walked away slowly, wooden sword in hand, as if nothing had happened.

…

BAM!

A deafening explosion rang out as Lumiana was thrown backwards.

But almost instantly, a figure appeared and caught her in his arms.

Lumiana, startled, looked up at the figure. "You are…"

"It's me… Lathel!"

Lumiana stared at Lathel, her eyes filled with disbelief. She had seen Lathel in this form when he battled the Demon King, but this was the first time she had seen him up close like this.

The energy radiating from Lathel was wild and ferocious, carrying a faint trace of ancient power that felt oddly familiar to Lumiana.

She wanted to ask why Lathel possessed such energy but now was not the time.

"Hahaha… High Priestess, I didn't expect you to be so weak that you'd need a boy to save you."

"High Priestess, how long do you think you can hold out without the Church's energy network to support you?"

Lathel looked down as the two men in black robes mocked Lumiana. He noticed her hair gradually turning white, and wrinkles now marred the once flawless skin of her face.

"This…"

Lumiana quickly adjusted her robes to cover herself. "It's just a minor side effect of overusing magic."

Lathel frowned, unconvinced by her explanation.

The battle had lasted less than ten minutes, yet Lumiana was already showing signs of severe ageing. This indicated that her life energy was depleting rapidly.

At her level, along with Catheryne's, even days of continuous combat should not cause such a condition.

"Don't worry. I'll help you," Lathel said, frowning. He didn't know how long Lumiana could hold on, but for now, he saw only one way forward—helping her defeat these people.

"Help her?" One of the black-robed men burst out laughing. "Hahahaha… kid, judging by your power, you're not even level 50. You think you can help her?"

"That kid possesses a strange energy. I want to capture and tear him apart to see what's inside."

"Hahaha… soon, you'll have your chance to study him thoroughly."

Lumiana frowned, anger flashing in her beautiful eyes. "Lathel, go support the others. I'll hold them off."

Lathel sighed at her words. "Your Church has fully aligned itself with Ikarys. Who's left for me to support?"

Lumiana fell silent, a pang of guilt stabbing through her heart.

"I'm sorry…" she murmured softly. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess."

"Alright. Instead of apologizing, I think it's better to focus on defeating them first."

"Defeat me?" The black-robed man laughed loudly. "Hahahaha… how amusing. Since when did a kid dare to spout such foolish words?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand. A massive net woven with magical symbols appeared in the sky, covering a vast area.

"Kid! I don't know who gave you the courage to say that. But… talking is easy, doing is hard."

Ignoring the man's mocking words, Lathel released Lumiana.

He clasped his hands together, then slowly separated them. Between his fingers, countless arcs of electricity crackled and connected.

At that moment, a bolt of lightning descended from the heavens.

BAM!