My Second Life as a Harem King

Kingsley had one major regret about his life. He hadn't enjoyed it enough. At twenty-one, he had spent countless hours dreaming about beautiful women, romance, passionate relationships, and the exciting experiences he hoped to have someday. He had always imagined that when he became financially stable, he would travel, meet different women, fall in love, and perhaps even build a large family. Unfortunately, life had other plans. And those plans involved a war. "Why today of all days?" Kingsley ran through a narrow street, breathing heavily as distant explosions shook the surroundings. His country had been plunged into a devastating tribal conflict. What had started as a disagreement between communities had developed into a full-scale war. People were fleeing their homes. Shops were abandoned, vehicles were overturned, and the streets were filled with confusion. Kingsley had never imagined that he would die like this. He was supposed to have a future. He was supposed to become successful, enjoy life, and experience everything he had dreamed about. Instead, he was running for his life. A loud explosion echoed behind him. "AHHH!" Kingsley stumbled and fell against the ground. Pain spread through his body. He tried to stand, but his legs refused to cooperate. Looking down, he realized he had been seriously injured. Blood stained his clothes. "No... no, no, no." His breathing became weaker. He looked toward the sky. "God, is this really how my story ends?" His eyes slowly closed. "At least... I wish I had experienced a little more of s*x His final thought was embarrassingly simple. He wished he had enjoyed more romance, met more beautiful women, and experienced the exciting relationships he had always imagined. Then everything went dark. "Wake up!" "Young master! Please wake up!" Kingsley heard a woman's voice. It sounded distant, almost like someone was calling him from the other side of a long tunnel. "Young master, don't scare me!" He frowned. Young master? Was someone calling him? He slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was a wooden ceiling. The second was the smell of herbs. The third was a beautiful young woman staring directly at him. She looked around twenty years old. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders, and she wore a simple cream-colored dress. Her eyes widened when she noticed him moving. "Young master! You're awake!" Kingsley stared at her. For several seconds, neither of them spoke. Then he slowly raised his hand. "Where am I?" The woman blinked. "Young master, you're in your bedroom." "My bedroom?" "Yes. Are you feeling unwell?" Kingsley looked around. The room was unfamiliar. There was a wooden wardrobe, a small table, a candle holder, and a window through which sunlight entered. He sat up suddenly. "Wait! What happened to the war?" The woman tilted her head. "War? What war?" Kingsley froze. He looked at his hands. They were different. His skin was lighter than he remembered, his fingers were slimmer, and his body felt unfamiliar. He quickly touched his face. "Mirror! Where is the mirror?" The woman pointed toward a small bronze mirror on the table. Kingsley grabbed it. The reflection nearly made him drop it. A handsome young man stared back at him. He had dark hair, attractive facial features, bright eyes, and a healthy-looking body. He looked approximately twenty-one years old. "Who the hell is this?" The woman looked confused. "Young master, that is you." Kingsley slowly turned toward her. "What's my name?" She stared at him as if he had asked the strangest question imaginable. "Your name is Kingsley." His mouth opened. "Kingsley?" "Yes, young master. Kingsley." He stared at the reflection again. Same name. Different body. Different room. Different world? A strange possibility entered his mind. "Don't tell me..." He swallowed. "I've transmigrated It took Kingsley nearly an hour to understand his situation. The beautiful young woman introduced herself as Anna, a twenty-two-year-old maid who had been serving his household for several years. According to her, Kingsley had recently fallen ill after spending several days working in the fields. He had developed a high fever and remained unconscious for two days. His family had been worried that he might not survive. Fortunately, he had awakened. Or rather, someone else had awakened inside his body. Kingsley listened carefully as Anna explained his circumstances. He lived in a small settlement called Greenleaf Village, located within the Kingdom of Asteria. The world was known as Eupherica. Unlike Earth, Eupherica was a world where magic, strange creatures, noble families, and ancient traditions existed. However, what caught Kingsley's attention wasn't magic. It was the marriage system. "Wait a minute." Anna looked at him. "Yes, young master?" "You said wealthy men can have multiple wives?" Anna nodded. "Of course. Why are you surprised?" "How many?" "That depends on the man's wealth and position. Some wealthy merchants have three or four wives. Powerful nobles can have even more." Kingsley's eyes widened. "You're telling me that having multiple wives is normal here?" "Yes." He stared at her. Then he looked toward the ceiling. A smile slowly appeared on his face. "God..." He almost laughed. "You really sent me to the right place!" Anna looked at him strangely. "Young master?" "Nothing. Nothing at all." He cleared his throat and tried to maintain a serious expression. But inside, he was celebrating. His previous life had ended with countless regrets. Now he had been given another opportunity in a world where the kind of family he had dreamed about was socially accepted. It was almost too good to be true. After Anna left to prepare breakfast, Kingsley began examining his new circumstances. He wasn't a prince. He wasn't a nobleman. He wasn't even particularly wealthy. His new family was made up of ordinary commoners. His father, Thomas, was a forty-eight-year-old farmer who owned several acres of farmland. His mother, Margaret, was forty-three and helped manage the household. He also had a younger sister named Lily, who was eighteen. His family wasn't poor enough to struggle for food, but they weren't rich either. They owned a modest wooden house, a small barn, several farming tools, and a few animals. In other words, Kingsley had inherited an ordinary village life. "Well, it could be worse." He examined his reflection again. At least his new body was handsome. He had a healthy physique, good height, and a face that could attract attention. That was a promising beginning. However, he needed money. Beautiful women didn't automatically fall in love with handsome faces, and maintaining a large household required considerable resources. He needed land, businesses, savings, and a respectable reputation. "First, money. Then romance." He nodded to himself. "One step at a time." Just then, his stomach growled. He laughed. "Apparently, my new life begins with breakfast." When Kingsley stepped outside, the morning sunlight greeted him. Greenleaf Village was peaceful. Wooden houses stood along narrow pathways, while villagers carried baskets, tended animals, and prepared their farms for the day. Children played near a water well. Women chatted outside their homes. The atmosphere was completely different from the world he had left behind. "Young master!" Anna called from behind. "Your breakfast is ready." Kingsley turned. "Coming." As he walked toward the house, someone caught his attention. A young woman was standing beside the neighboring house, arranging freshly washed clothes. She appeared to be around twenty-three years old. She had long brown hair, a graceful figure, and a beautiful face. Her simple blue dress suited her perfectly. When she noticed Kingsley looking, she smiled. "Good morning, Kingsley." He stopped. "Good morning." The woman chuckled. "You're finally looking healthy again. Everyone was worried when they heard you had fallen ill." "Thank you. I'm feeling much better." "That's good." She returned to arranging the clothes. Kingsley watched her for another moment. Anna approached from behind. "Young master, that's Elena. She lives next door." "Elena?" "Yes. She's twenty-three and recently married." Kingsley's smile froze slightly. "Oh." Anna noticed his expression and laughed. "Don't worry, young master. There are plenty of unmarried women in the village." Kingsley coughed. "Who said I was worried?" Anna smiled innocently. "I didn't say anything." He shook his head. This maid was surprisingly troublesome. Still, his new life was already proving interesting. There were beautiful women everywhere, and he hadn't even explored the village properly. After breakfast, Kingsley sat outside with a cup of warm tea. He thought about everything that had happened. He had died on Earth. His soul had entered another man's body. He was now living in a fantasy world where multiple marriages were accepted. He had a family, a house, and an opportunity to start again. But he wasn't going to rush things. He needed to understand Eupherica, learn its customs, and discover how ordinary people became wealthy. He wanted a beautiful home. He wanted a successful business. He wanted a large, loving household filled with laughter. And someday, he wanted to become the patriarch of a family whose name would be known throughout the kingdom. Kingsley raised his tea. "To my second life." He took a sip. Just then, a familiar voice interrupted him. "Brother!" A young woman came running toward him. It was Lily, his eighteen-year-old younger sister. She stopped in front of him, placing her hands on her hips. "Mother says you've been sitting here for almost an hour. Aren't you supposed to be helping Father?" Kingsley blinked. Then he smiled. "Good morning to you too, little sister." "I'm serious!" "I know." "Then get up!" Kingsley sighed dramatically and stood. It seemed his second life wouldn't be as relaxing as he had imagined. But as he followed Lily toward the farmland, he couldn't stop smiling. He had a second chance. And this time, he intended to make every moment count. His previous life had ended with regrets. His new life in Eupherica was just beginning. And Kingsley had absolutely no intention of remaining an ordinary man forever. END OF CHAPTER ONE