Ursus Dynasty Year 510 U.D.:

A bare chest man paced back and forth in the long corridors of the palace. His right hand fidgeted with his unkept beard while his gaze remained on the guarded door.

WAHHH! WAHHH!

The burly man knocked the guards aside, kicking open the door.

"Emily!" the man released a slight bloodlust. His wife appeared to be resting peacefully on the delivery bed. On closer inspection, Emily's unblemished face was covered in sweat and she lacked the strength to move her body.

WAHHH! WAHHH!

His eyes locked onto a little bundle of blankets in Emily's hands. Kicking the midwives aside, he approached his wife and picked up the wailing baby. Staring back at him was a bald blobfish looking creature. Its eyes were green like his own, however it seemed to inherit his wife's dainty figure.

"You ugly motherfu-"

Before the man could close his mouth, a stream of urine sucker punched his uvula causing him to gag. Emily caught the baby mid fall and gave her husband a disgusted look.

*Cough* *Cough*

"This bastard! Whose son is this beast! I personally castrated every eunuch in the palace!"

"Y-y-your highness," an old midwife prostrated before the King, "the young prince was born p-premature. It may take some time for him to d-d-develop."

King Ursus was known as the Ruthless King due to his might and merit on the frontiers. However, what was less known was that the blood of Ursus... all had very low intelligence.

"His name is Amir dear,” Emily replied smoothly.

Amir flashed a grin towards his father and started feeding on his mother's milk.

Glug. Glug. Glug.

King Ursus suppressed his rage, the cogs in his brain spinning at unprecedented speeds. A devilish grin plastered the man's face.

"LEILAH!" his voice reverberated through the palace walls. Emily cuddled Amir in her bosom eliciting a frown from the King. The palace began to vibrate with increasing power until quickly a shadow loomed over the King. A brown bear twice the King’s height bared its fangs at the new mother.

GRRRRRR!!!

“Amir, my dear son… I can see you’re enjoying suckling on my wife’s breast. Although you are my son, some things simply cannot be shared,” the King spoke in a solemn tone. “That is why Leilah here will be your wet nurse. She has also recently given birth.”

Silence. The loud suckling noises couldn’t be heard. Milk dribbled down Amir’s chin as he stared at the large bear. Indeed, her teats appeared to be swollen.

WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Year 520 U.D.

On an open training ground, a young boy was riding on his mount. He had a face even saints would want to punch. His slanted brows and eternal smirk gave the child an aura of arrogance. His mount, a black demon bear, shared the same arrogance as his master. Its nose faced the sky and it swaggered across the field as if it was royalty.

The bear was approaching a young girl practising magic with an entourage of guards. Her glowing crimson hair highlighted her cyan eyes. Her chubby cheeks accentuated her pout after failing to cast a spell. The girl would surely be a beauty when she was older.

A guard whispered something in the girl’s ear. She turned to face the boy and his mount. Her body trembled and her fear couldn’t be hidden. A drop of sweat trickled down her neck. Sensing her fear, the bear revealed a wet, toothy grin.

“Hello Ophelia.”

“H-hey Amir,” the girl replied.

“My class awakening is today. You must come with me to witness my brilliance. I can feel it. I will surely get the Harem King Class, just like my ancestor,” a glint of reverence was evident in his eyes. It must be said that Amir didn’t even give face to the King, Julius Ursus. He only respected one man.

“I-I have to practise this spell!” Ophelia’s legs began to wobble.

“Oh, is that so?” Amir slapped the bear’s buttock. “King… capture her.”

Ophelia’s guards appeared exasperated. This was a common tactic of the young prince. His own strength and intelligence were below average for a child; however, his mount was a force to be reckoned with. But it got worse. Since Ophelia was the Duke’s daughter and Amir was true royalty, they could only watch him get away with his despicable actions.

A squeal escaped Ophelia’s mouth as she sprinted in the opposite direction.

[Wind- Enhance Speed] – Failed!

[Wind – Enhance Speed] – Failed!

[Wind – Enhance Speed] -… Success!

She had finally succeeded in casting the spell. Her status screen popped up.

Name: Ophelia Drake

Class: Mage

Title: None

Age: 10

Level: 1 -> 2

Vitality

10

Intelligence

40 (+3) -> 43

Strength

2

Agility

12 (+1) -> 13

Skills:

[Wind Magic]

- Enhance Speed*

Enhanced Speed*: 20% Agility Boost for 1 minutes (5-minute cooldown)

Ophelia felt as if a gust of tail wind was aiding her escape. This was her first spell.

She was proud.

This pride only lasted a couple of seconds as King lunged towards her and knocked her out. The bear’s agility and strength were far above her own.

“Good job King. Now, drag her to the Crystal Chamber. Tsk. What an idiot. No lady has ever escaped The Harem King!” Amir roared with laughter as he showered the guards with gold coins. “For your troubles.”

“Sigh. To the Crystal Chamber,” ordered the Guard Captain.

“Yes, Sir!”

***

It was a sight to behold. A lanky child with long black hair was riding a large bear cub. A young girl was being dragged by the hem of her skirt by the demonic bear. Neither boy nor cub were perturbed by the increasing number of cuts and bruises on her body. It was as if everything was as it should be.

“Where is Julius?” Amir asked his mother.

“His Highness is still on the frontiers. This year’s beast horde is a lot larger than normal,” an obese member of the Council replied while curling the ends of his thick moustache.

Amir was currently in the Crystal Chambers. The room was adorned with various gems and precious stones embedded into the ceiling that concentrated ‘mana’ into a large Amplifying Gem at the centre. A few members of the Council were present to witness Amir’s Awakening.

The Council was the governing body of the Ursus Kingdom. It constituted of 12 individuals representing different regions of the Kingdom. The Council was responsible for creating bills and the King passed the bill to make it law. However, this was but a formality as the King usually passed every bill. He had trust in their wisdom and none in his own.

“Thank you fatty. Guess I should start the process. Such a shame that the whole world won’t experience this opportunity. King, spit her out.”

As King released Ophelia, her shredded skirt and saliva swamped body was revealed.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

Amir slapped Ophelia’s cheeks back and forth until her capillaries erupted. Even her mother wouldn’t recognise her.

Oooohhhhhhhh! Ophelia’s tears mixed with King’s dribble creating a truly sorry sight.

“Hmph. Awake at last. Just in time to witness the great I. You should be grateful for the godsent opportunity to be Harem Member 1.” Amir stepped towards the Amplifying Gem glowing with a red lustre. With each step he felt a pulse of warmth course through his body with increasing frequency.

He placed his hand firmly on the crystal surface.

Harem King. Harem King. Harem King. Amir knew his class was inevitable. He would be the next Harem King. He felt a rush of mana in his consciousness and his status screen appeared for the first time. The ritual had completed.

Name: Amir Ursus

Class: Thug

Title: [Pervert]*

Age: 10

Level: 1

[Pervert]* - 50% XP Boost for perverted behaviour.

Vitality

34

Intelligence

5

Strength

9

Agility

16

Skills:

[Underhanded Tactics]*

[Underhanded Tactics]* – enables learning of cheap moves

A midget councillor with a large forehead asked, “What class did you gain, Your Highness?” He was genuinely curious. What class would be suitable for this Roguish Prince?

*Ahem* *Ahem*

Amir brushed the dust off his shoulders and tilted his head upwards almost sneering towards the midget, “Of course… I am The Harem King!!!”

Ping!

Name: Amir Ursus

Class: Thug

Title: [Pervert]

Age: 10

Level: 1 -> 2

Vitality

34 (+2) -> 36

Intelligence

5

Strength

9 (+1) -> 10

Agility

16 (+1) -> 17

Skills:

[Underhanded Tactics]

- Bluff*

Bluff* - Others are 100% more likely to believe your lie

Amir fell on his knees and coughed a mouthful of bright blood. He began foaming at the mouth. He had never seen such a useless Skill.