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Oh, God. My name's Jason.

I was just an ordinary guy from the 21st century.

And now, I've got three gorgeous Spartan wives finding new ways to spoil me every

night.

To think they all hated me at first.

It all started three days ago.

I time-traveled to ancient Greece.

This body's original owner couldn't even survive military training. A bottom

feeder who couldn't afford stale bread.

The population is drastically declining. During this war, marriage is mandatory.

Any unmarried man who hasn't claimed a woman by sundown gets sent to the

northern suicide camp.

What kind of trash are those three?

One's a freakishly tall savage, one's a slave so frail a breed could knock her

over, and the last is a cursed widow who killed her husband.

I wouldn't take them even if you paid me.

Women this gorgeous are being treated like unwanted trash in a dump like

Sparta.

Suitable host for Captain.

What the hell is that?

Modern supplies exchange systems successfully equipped.

Lampito's current affection, zero. Clio, zero.

Lila, zero.

Raise their affection to unlock unlimited modern supplies.

Holy shit!

The state is giving you mandatory marriages for your own good. You ought

to give something back!

The front line is desperate for supplies.

For every woman you choose, you owe an extra hundred pounds of rye each month.

Two women means two hundred, and so on.

What? I can barely feed myself.

Where am I supposed to get that much rye? I don't want one! Freeze!

Me neither!

Nobody leaves.

Every unmarried man must choose at least one woman. Refuse, and you'll be sent to

the Northern Suicide Camp immediately.

You have until the incense burns out. Start shooting!

Damn Spartan lore. These people can't even afford rye bread, and they're still

forced to marry and pay extra tax?

Still. Thank God my exchange system finally activated.

Three hottest women here are all right there.

Those barbaric pigs take me first. I'll lose my reward before I even get

started. No!

Hey, hey!

I was a proud Spartan warrior, and now I'm being picked over like a slave by

this pathetic fool.

I'll take her. Her arms are thicker than mine. She looks strong enough to pull a

plow.

This one is nothing but a burden. And that one's thin as paper. A breeze could

knock her over. Nobody would take them for free.

This one's good. Big hips. She'll bear plenty of children.

The targets are beginning to feel favorable towards the host.

Lampito Affection, plus one.

Cleo, plus one.

Layla, plus one.

What are you staring at? Choose already!

All three are top tier.

Which one should I pick?

I kept my late husband's caravan books and watched nobles kneel to borrow

money. Marry a penniless nobody like him.

Dream on.

Merchant's widow.

High standards and a sharp mind.

The harder she is to win over, the more valuable she is.

He's skinny as a stick, but at least he doesn't look away.

I'll use him to get out of here and find a chance to take revenge.

She's the muscle.

Choosing her is basically getting a human shield for free.

Pick me.

As long as I don't have to go to the barracks, I'll do anything you say.

She's way too obedient.

Her affection level will be the easiest to raise. Quit stalling! Choose now or

you're going straight to the suicide camp.

Good. Nobody wants these three. Once the sun goes down, I'll clean them up and

send them to Lord Ponemon.

Crimson warning!

Abandon... any bonded affection target will result in immediate host

termination. Shit.

I die if I marry one less. So who are you choosing?

All three.

I'm taking them all. Is he insane?

A penniless nobody wants three women? Can he even feed them? One Spartan man.

One wife. He's breaking tradition.

What?

You want all three?

If he takes them away, what am I supposed to offer Lord Pottyland

tonight? Three women means 300 pounds of rice.

If a poor bastard like you can't pay, there's only one road left.

Does Spartan law say I can't choose three?

As for the grain, you'll have your answer in a month.

I'd like to see what you do when the month is up.

300 pounds of rice in one month?

He couldn't earn that even if he worked himself to death.

When he can't pay, those three women will just get dragged back in. Take

them.

One month from now, I'll come collect the grain myself.

Bring a few extra carts.

You ruined Lord Polyman's fun.

I'm reporting this right now.

He'll deal with you himself.

Ladies, the place is a little rough.

Hope you don't mind.

Back in my old life, even a dog would take one look at this place and leave.

I don't mind.

At least it has a door.

A girl's affection is ridiculously easy to raise.

This place wouldn't stop a squad of soldiers.

We just have to survive tonight first.

He's this poor and still dared to marry three women?

He won't last a month. He'll starve first.

What, again?

Fine. I'll shut you up in a minute.

Sorry, I haven't eaten in two days.

Sit down.

System? Time to earn your wreck.

I'll get you something to eat.

My name is Cleo.

I'm half-Helot. I used to keep records for a granary. My master owed military

taxes, so he handed me over to the army as payment.

I'm Leela, widow of a bankrupt merchant.

They say I'm a jinx that killed my husband.

The truth is, they're afraid I know too much about their account books.

Lampito, daughter of a Spartan warrior.

I know a little about killing.

If he tries to force himself on me, I'll break his hand first.

Jason doesn't seem like that kind of man. A shameless man is capable of

anything.

Spotless.

System, if you don't show up now, the three wives I just married are going to

starve to death.

When any target reaches 15 affection, one beginner's raw will be unloored. 500

GB of modern technical data, transportation, an arsenal, or modern

survival supplies.

Take your pick.

Data can't fill a stomach, and there's nowhere to drive a sports bar. I need

something that keeps us alive.

Reward obtained.

20 canned beef stew, 50 packs of compressed biscuits, one box of mixed

spices, and one container of 100% pure olive oil. Item stored in system space.

He hasn't actually starved himself into hallucinating, has he? He doesn't look

like a coward. More like a madman. He said he has a way. I believe he does.

Meat? He really has food?

Ladies, dinner's ready.

What is this?

God, it smells amazing.

Beef stew.

Try it.

Good. So good.

So this is what meat soup tastes like.

It's so tender, so fragrant.

Ten times better than the roast meat in the Barrett's.

I don't eat food when I don't know where it came from.

Suit yourself.

Is there more?

Plenty. Eat as much as you want.

Stay with me and you'll have meat every day.

Every day?

Every day.

Smells better than the finest banquet in the city-state.

I thought you weren't eating.

I was only checking it for poison.

Talk tough all you want.

Nobody can resist a stash of beef.

Lord Poliman, something happened.

Speak. Those three beauties you wanted.

Jason took them.

The same low-born bastard who couldn't even survive the Egosa.

A worthless nobody. Dared touch what belongs to me? He chose all three.

In a month, he'll owe 300 pounds of rise. He's as good as dead.

A month?

I won't wait another minute.

Move!

We should sleep.

I'm taking the bed.

My back can't handle the floor.

I'll guard the door. Anyone who comes in gets his legs broken.

Then I'll sleep on the floor.

You three take the bed.

I'll sleep outside.

You're not going to touch us?

I won't touch women who don't want me to.

You'd better keep your word.

I always do.

He's really sleeping outside.

He didn't force me. He didn't touch any of us.

He's obviously weak and barely trained.

Yet he gave us the bed. But he's got guts.

He can provide this much food in a place this poor.

And he still keeps his hands to himself.

He's no ordinary povern. Maybe he really can change my fate.

Three gorgeous women are right inside, and I can't touch a single one of them.

God, is this supposed to be a reward or torture?

300 pounds of rise in a month. The system should be able to handle that.

But grain isn't my biggest problem. Right now, I'm still a bottomly loser

who couldn't survive the agia. These three women attract too much attention.

Without strength, I can't protect them. Or myself.

If he keeps treating us like this, I want to trust him.

Clearo's affection level has exceeded 50.

Wounds healed. One draw awarded.

Give me this one. Just this one.

Congratulations, host. You have obtained one AK-47 and three fully-loaded

magazines.

Finally, this weak-ass body of mine can actually protect itself now.

He didn't sleep all night. He's still preparing to protect us.

Who's there?

Cleo, you... I'll make you feel good.

This is insane Do

you know what you're doing I do

from now on I'm staying with you

That little slave girl moves fast

she looks so timid but she's quick when it comes to stealing a man

Please don't stop

Touched her.

Damn it.

I was this close, and he ruins it. A piece of trash who couldn't even survive

the Agossa dares touch my things!

Break all four of his limbs. Take the women.

He'll hand us over to save himself.

Weak men always sacrifice the people around them just to stay alive.

They're my wives.

He didn't back down.

He's insane.

Even at a time like this, Jason, he's still protecting us.

I have the marriage patents.

By Spartan law, they belong in my care.

Law?

My father is an epor of Sparta. You want to lecture me about the law?

Don't move.

A black iron stick.

The idiot scared stupid.

You're threatening me with a toy.

Men, kill this bastard. Take all three women and make them slaves.

Last warning, don't move.

Fuck you.

Tonight I'll enjoy all three of them right in front of you.

Get him!

You asked for it.

What the hell is that?

Wasn't he supposed to be useless?

How is this possible?

What is that thing in the hands of a loser who couldn't even survive the

Auguria?

He really protected me.

Now that is real power.

This man really is different.

No. Stay back.

Don't kill me, please.

Don't kill me!

You can't kill him. Why not?

His father is an Eper of Sparta. He controls the guards, grain taxes and the

courts. Kill his son and the whole city will send soldiers after us. You hear

that, peasant?

You don't have the guts to kill me. One word from my father and you'll be

skinned alive, hung from the gates of Sparta.

Jason, let's run.

If we leave now, we can still make it. Run where?

If we spare him today, he'll come back with men and kill us.

We die either way.

Lampito's right.

If he lives, we die even faster.

Trust me.

I trust you.

I can keep you fed and warm.

I can give you a life better than any of theirs. And I can keep you alive.

You wouldn't dare! My father is an Epoch. Spartan's patrols will be here

any moment. Every one of you is going to die. I'm the Epoch's son! A worthless

life like yours doesn't deserve to-

You actually killed him.

He's the Epple's son.

We're finished.

Run. I'll fight us a way out.

We're right outside Sparta.

You think you can outrun the city guard?

Shh. Stop arguing.

It's too late.

The patrol heard the noise.

We're dead.

System recycle.

One-click scene cleanup.

Unlock. requires a single target's affection over 80.

Above 80?

Who's there already?

Do you regret following me? Too late for regrets.

But what you did back there, that was the first time you looked like a real

man. I don't regret it. If I had to marry, I'm glad it was a man as strong

as you.

I'm scared, but I don't regret it.

That's enough.

Open the door!

It's the city guard.

I'll take the front.

If they see the bodies, we're finished.

Open up now or we break the door down.

Did I bet on the wrong man?

Then we fight. At least I'll die on my feet.

Jason, I trust you.

System recover.

Instant clean-up.

Confirm activation.

If you trust me, don't turn around.

What are you doing in here?

Where are the bodies?

The blood?

Where did all those people go?

A room full of corpses just vanished into thin air.

Was that a miracle?

I asked what you're doing!

We heard people fighting outside.

Who? Sounded like Athenian spies from the north. They were hacking at each

other. We thought it was an enemy raid, so we were too scared to open the door.

Your name is Jason?

Yes.

You're the man who took three women at the square today.

That's me.

You've got some nerve taking three women for yourself.

But that's 300 pounds of rise in a month. Good luck with that. Shouldn't be

a problem. I'll work hard.

Confident little bastard.

Which way did they run? That way. Their footsteps were fast.

After them!

Stay inside and don't move around.

The bodies, the blood, the shell casings, all gone!

What did you do?

Are you some kind of wizard who can use magic?

Are you a prophet?

Or a sorcerer?

Or someone chosen by the gods?

None of those.

But if you trust me, I can give you a comfortable life. A comfortable life? He

says it so casually, but what just happened? No ordinary man could do that.

I don't believe in gods.

I believe in men strong enough to survive.

I want to believe him, even if it is dangerous.

So, shall we continue?

No, not anymore.

What's that?

Breakfast. Pizza and cola.

This is meat too?

Meat, cheese, flatbread, as much as you want.

It's black.

Looks like poison.

It's not poison.

What did you make her drink?

It's sweet.

So this is what sweetness tastes like.

Even just this one sip, I feel as though my life hasn't been lived in vain.

Meet this fragrant.

If this was my last meal, I'd die happy.

So being alive can actually feel this good.

That's all it takes to move you?

Stay with me. You'll have this every day.

Finish eating.

Then we work.

Cleo, the house is yours. Clean up whatever you can.

Okay. I'll scrub this place until it looks brand new.

Lala, go gather information.

City guard, F4, grain prices.

Don't bring me useless gossip.

Don't worry.

For another taste of something this sweet, I'll dig up every secret they

have. As for you... Say it. You were trained as a Spartan warrior.

Starting today, your job is to train my body until I can kill.

Make a fist. Lower your center of gravity.

Stop moving like you have no bones.

Too slow.

Again.

They said he couldn't survive with gold.

But no matter how many times I throw him, he never tells me to stop.

The original owner wasn't useless.

He was starving.

Years of malnutrition wrecked his body. With proper food and modern training, I

can build it back.

Why are you lying down?

Push-ups.

They train the chest, shoulders, and arms.

No weapons, no training grounds, and it works the whole body?

There are squats, crunches, burpees too.

You could train an army with this.

I'll teach you more later.

Three days.

My son has been missing for three days.

The barracks, taverns, brothels, gambling tables, we've searched them

all. My lord, we're still searching. If you can't find him, I'll gouge out your

eyes and have you sniff him out like a dog.

My lord, before young Master Polion disappeared, he went toward the

outskirts beyond the city. It may have something to do with Jason, the man who

married three women at once.

Jason?

You got thrown down a lot during training today.

Eat more.

We continue tomorrow.

You won't last if you don't eat enough.

I was gone half a day.

What exactly did you two do?

Training.

He's got some talent.

Sounds like the two of you got rather close.

It was only training.

Tell me what you learned.

Effa is searching everywhere for Polyum.

The barracks, taverns, and brothels have all been turned upside down. No one's

traced him here yet. Whatever cleaned up last night's scene did a perfect job.

But that won't last.

Polyum was last seen heading toward the outskirts.

Sooner or later, someone will come looking around here.

Does Effa have enemies?

One. General Silverwolf commands the city guard.

For years, he and Effa have been a detour to break the tower. The men who

came last night belong to Silverwolf.

Right. Effa can't move the city guard whenever he wants.

But General Silverwolf won't care about nobodies like us either.

Then what do we do?

We make him come to us.

Make General Silverwolf come to us?

How? Are you sure you're not just daydreaming?

You'll find out tomorrow.

Food, mysterious weapons, the power to erase bodies.

Maybe this man really can create miracles.

Cleo got to him first.

Even Lampito looks at him differently now.

Should I sleep with him tonight?

Cleo Affection 96, Lampito Affection 85, Lala Affection 70.

Food can impress commoners, but Silver Wolf is a general.

Ordinary gifts won't move him. This is it. If Silver Wolf is a true warrior,

he'll come see me himself.

I need some cola.

I hear

you were looking for me, and that you have a gift for General

Silverwolf. That's right.

The General doesn't meet just anyone.

He'd better truly have something worth his time, because I don't have much

patience.

Lieutenant, what about this?

What do you think?

Good heavens!

Is this a miracle?

Beautiful. Even the Spartan royal palace doesn't have anything that compares to

this armor. The gold alone could buy an entire street.

Is that armor from the sun god?

It must be a treasure gifted by the gods to a hero.

It's so light.

It's this shop.

No bronze sword could make a cut like that. With divine armor like this, the

General would be unbeatable.

A high manganese steel blade with modern gold plating.

Cutting through a log is nothing.

This is modern industry crushing primitive smelting.

It's a family heirloom.

I want to give it to General Silverwolf as a gift for our first meeting.

The General will love it.

And I have another gift. More valuable than this divine armor? It can fill

Sparta's fields with food and make sure no one here ever goes hungry again.

No more hunger.

Ever.

Please tell the general I'm willing to give him the method, so he can present

it to the king.

Wait here.

The general will come see you himself very soon.

That armor was too good to give away to General Silverwolf.

Why not keep it for yourself?

Do you think that armor could stop the weapon I used before?

No. Then it's nothing more than a pretty gift.

Food, that black weapon, bodies vanishing into fidget hair, and now

divine armor. Where are you getting all of this?

Who are you, really?

I can't tell you yet, but I can promise you this.

Efor, the grain tax, this broken shag, I'll solve all of it.

I'll keep you fed and clothed. No one will ever treat you like merchandise

again. And I'll make you happy.

I believe you.

Keep your word.

And I'll fight for you. Then I'll bet on you one more time. When all three

targets reach 80 affection, a milestone reward will be issued. Only Lila's left.

I need to work for a while.

Don't come in.

What are you doing?

If General Silverwolf is coming, I need to prepare.

This is where Jason lives.

Let's go in and get him.

General Silverwolf?

Jason!

General Silverwolf is here!

He really made the commander of the City Fard come here in person. That divine

armor looks like it was made for him. Jason did it again.

The armor is light and strong, and the sword is razor sharp.

I like this gift.

But I'm a cautious man, and I hate empty words more than anything.

You claim you can free Sparta from hunger forever.

If you're lying to me, I will not hesitate to hold you accountable.

Jason. Think carefully before you answer.

Insolent!

Touch him and answer to me.

General, does it taste good?

It's incredible.

Soft, sweet, filling. What is this? Mashed potatoes.

Potatoes? This is called a potato, a gift from the gods.

It grows in poor soil, survives cold and drought, and matures in three or four

months. Even conservatively, the first harvest can yield a thousand pounds per

acre. In fertile soil with careful tending, it can exceed two thousand. A

thousand pounds?

Impossible. Even the richest rye field can't produce that much grain.

Something this small can really yield over three tons per acre.

No way.

Even the best rye only yields 200 pound. Jason has never lied to us.

General, may we have a taste too? Me too.

There is none left.

Words aren't proof.

I have an abandoned estate outside the city.

The land, houses and serves are yours to use for now.

Grow the potatoes first.

If the harvest is truly what you claim.

I'll personally introduce you to the king and he'll reward you richly.

What do you say?

What I need now is Silverwolf's protection, not an audience with the

king. This estate is exactly what I need.

Deal. Deal.

That bastard actually got General Silverwolf on his side? This is serious.

We need to report to Lord Efor immediately.

Welcome, Master.

Yesterday we were crammed into a drafty shack.

Today, we own an estate.

Move the seed potatoes into the granary tonight.

Tomorrow morning, loosen the soil, cut each seed potato into pieces, and bury

them with the eyes facing up. Follow the row spacing and depth exactly as I

wrote. Yes, Master.

I told you I'd solve the housing problem.

Did I solve it or not? You did.

This place is bigger than any noble's residence I've ever seen.

You really do have ability.

One day, one estate.

Even I underestimated you. But Efor is still searching for polium. The more

visible this estate is, the easier it is for us to get noticed.

And your body is still too weak.

Against a real master of swordsmanship, those divine weapons of yours might not

save you in time.

I know.

I'll keep training.

And with an estate this big, I need each of you handling what you're best at.

But the most important thing tonight is that we finally have enough

rooms.

So, who's sleeping with me?

I'm going to inspect the walls.

I'll check the estate accounts.

I'll help Lila.

In the end, I'm still sleeping alone.

First fill the granary with potatoes, then forge weapons and train private

troops. Once modern supplies keep coming, this estate will be my first

foothold in conquering Sparta.

Cleo?

Why are you here tonight?

Lampy too.

What? Is that little lamb Cleo the only one allowed to come see you?

Weren't you going to look at the map?

I'll look at it with you.

Where?

Here's the blacksmith, and these are the grain fields, and this is

the training ground.

Then let's explore every single place.

Jason, are you asleep?

Don't let her see me.

Are you okay?

Jason?

What's wrong, Cleo?

Jason, you've been working so hard lately.

I was learning oil massage techniques for you.

How thoughtful of you.

The person who taught me said this spot needs a special massage technique.

What?

This is how it's supposed to be done.

Then let's get started.

Show me what you learned.

Not enough.

A little longer.

A little deeper.

What was that sound?

When we're making out, don't get distracted.

Jason,

are you asleep?

Lila, why is she here?

Jason.

You... Shut up.

Who's torturing you?

What are you doing here?

I came to see what the man who earned himself an estate in a single day is up

to.

I thought work was the only thing on your mind.

But... Looks like you're lonely too.

What, you want to keep me company?

I used to think you were just a poor man with secrets.

Now I admit I was wrong.

So?

I'm with you for good.

All three targets have exceeded 80 affection.

Milestone reward ready to be claimed.

What, is someone else more tempting than me?

This isn't the time. If you want me, any time is the right time.

So this is what you meant by not a good time. It's not what you think!

Both of you, shut up!

Since everyone showed up, perfect.

If none of you wants to leave, then let's settle who gets the right to this

bed tonight.

Silver Wolf not only accepted the gift, he even gave Jason the estate outside

the city. And he said he'd introduce him to the king.

A worthless man who couldn't even afford food suddenly produces divine armor and

weapons, then wins Silver Wolf's favor.

Polamon's disappearance has to be connected to him.

We cannot let that piece of trash grow any stronger.

Muster 300 private soldiers.

Tonight we wipe out that estate, leave no one alive.

But that's General Silverwolf's estate. If he finds out... Kill everyone, and

there'll be no one left to tell him.

Milestone reward claimed successfully.

Modern arsenal unlocked.

Master, something's wrong!

Come in.

More than 300 black armored soldiers have surrounded the estate.

They're killing everyone they see. They're about to break into the main

house. It is Ethel.

He knows we allied with Silverwolf.

He wants us dead before the news spreads.

I'll hold the front gate.

Take them out through the back.

I'm staying too. I can hold them off with my life. You go first.

300 armored soldiers.

We can't hold them for long. We have to leave now.

Who said we're running?

Perfect timing.

Jason and all three women are inside.

Should we take them alive and question them about the young master?

Leave Jason barely breathing. As for the three women, have your fun, then kill

them.

Take your men and get out now, and I'll pretend tonight never happened.

A few black iron sticks and you think you can threaten me?

300 elite men. One strike each is enough to chop you into minced meat.

Keep laughing.

Let's see if you still can in a minute.

Kill them!

My turn.

Heavens. What kind of power is this?

Game over.