Harem Overlord: I ALWAYS Finish Quick!

Yoko, known by others as 'the egg' was currently salivating at the sight before her.

'A perfect vessel after all these years!'

'Finally!'

After seeing Ryan for the first time Yoko had practically been doing summersaults inside her egg as she watched the boy pass test after test.

'I can also feel the heavenly aura on this boy. Although his soul is a little corroded, it's not like it will be left after I transfer into him anyway.'

Yoko had waited for many more years than The Old Man knew. Although she had never spoken to him, why would someone of her status talk to a measly God-Tier cultivator from a S-Tier kingdom?

Although she hadn't been born yet, as technically she was still in incubation, waiting for the right type of energy to break her out, she had a brilliant idea 15 million years ago.

'Why don't I find someone for my vessel?'

Although she had waited so long, what was time for a being like her?

Even seeing Ryan defeat Milf, the slave of the… thing that had kept her company for so many years brought her great joy.

'His body and mind are immaculate for someone so ripe. Oh, I can't wait!'

Just as Ryan finished off the girl and completed the heavenly contract, she received a notification from the heavens that she could view Ryan's status page.

As someone of her ilk got special privileges, this was one. She was duly impressed by Ryan's screen. 'An SSS-Ranked specialty?!' Her unborn mouth dropped open as she checked and rechecked Ryan's specialty to ensure she wasn't making a mistake.

'But those are rarer than a Hydra's head!'

'Wait…' as she was inspecting Ryan's race, a frown came over her embryonic face. 'This says he's only at E-Rank in his race…'

To become her vessel, a person had to have either a King-Tier ranked race or…

'He's not like me, is he? But I don't sense any of the 7's blood in him.'

Using her ability, 'Soul Touch', she peered into Ryan's soul and shifted through the outer layer.

'Nothing really to see here… what's this?' Getting closer to the inner layer of Ryan's soul, she saw a forcefield-like dome that blocked her entry.

'A pathetic E-Ranked cultivator has a soul protector?' For a moment, Yoko thought she was losing her mind. 'What kind of world did this brat come from that he needs a soul protector at E-Rank?'

As she was contemplating reality, Yoko tried touching the barrier but immediately regretted her action as she felt pain ripple down her body from her fingertips all the way up to her neck.

She had never known pain before today! Even if she had, it wouldn't be anything compared to now. 'Why would someone as weak as him have such an elaborate defense?'

As soon as the wave of pain left her hands and neck, the field vanished, and she moved in with ease until she touched his heart.

'This… isn't just a shield.' Looking around, she could feel nothing coming near Ryan's core and knew something strange was happening.

'This is... a Galaxy-Tier soul guard!'

'I don't know who he is, but he must have some powerful ancestors or parents for that to happen.'

'If I could get him as my soul master... maybe he'd even accept me as his harem empress!'

Coming to that conclusion, she sent him a prompt.

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As soon as Milf fell to the ground, Ryan received a notification.

[Congratulations on completing your second task.]

[Third Task: Claim 'the egg' as your soul pet]

[Select this prompt to be teleported to 'the egg']

Ryan was about to take his time and gather his energy. But he raised his eyebrow and started madly laughing as he received the following prompt:

['the egg' wishes to become your soul pet]

[Accept / Decline]

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Slamming his fist on the table, The Old Man roared, "That fucking Milf bitch couldn't keep her mouth shut for 10 minutes!"

"Fuck!" Screaming, The Old Man threw his wine glass across the room, making glass shards fly in every direction.

"You look happy for someone who just lost. Why?" Hearing Ryan talk, The Old Man spun around and sent his energy through the slave seal.

After Milf, as The Old Man had named her, fell over, The Old Man clenched his fist and was about to curse up another storm when he heard a whooshing sound and-

"Greetings!" Ryan said. Pleased with the Old Man's unnerved look.

Ryan glanced down. He saw a pitch-black object that looked like an egg. The egg was sitting in a marble basin on a table near The Old Man's leftovers from breakfast.

As deftly as ever, Ryan snatched the egg and tossed it into the air.

Slack-jawed, The Old Man's mouth hung open, and his eyes bulged.

His head traveled up and down, watching the egg transfer from Ryan's hand to the air and back into Ryan's hand.

The Old Man's hands were waving in the air. He couldn't speak "st.. st…sstttt.."

Ignoring the senile man, Ryan kept tossing the egg up and down while walking back and forth.

"So that was an interesting challenge that you had me do. We could've died a thousand deaths as we were attacked by snake, bear, and monkey monsters at the different levels, but no, I proved my strength. And then what happens?"

He tossed the egg, higher and higher into the air, spinning around and catching it.

Leaping ballerina style Ryan performed a spin and caught it.

He twirled and put his hands behind his back and caught it.

The Old Man's face turned purple as he quivered. "It took me a million years to touch my precious!" he cried, his crooked fingers pointing at Ryan.

Ignoring The Old Man, Ryan grabbed a stone and began juggling it with the egg.

Starting to perform tricks, Ryan did some classics like under the leg, behind the back, and over the shoulder.

The Old Man's hand went to his head as he fell back into his chair. "No, no, stop! Stop!"

"So," Ryan said, tossing the egg up again, spinning and catching it, "at the final level, a woman. A very clever trick Old Man, very clever. Yeah, she was beautiful. Good job on getting my taste right."

"But no, I didn't fall for your tricks."

Ryan tossed the egg one final time in the air and snugly put it in his pocket.

"Thanks for the egg, Old Man."

The Old Man wept. "It took me millions of years for her to allow me to touch it, and you're hurling it through the air."

"My pet egg! My precious! My salvation! Get out! I should've never let you in here!"

"You all are right, Old Man. You shouldn't have let me in. But you did, and it was your mistake to try and trick me."

"Who are you?" The Old Man cried.

"No one, absolutely no one other than me, should be able to touch the egg!"

"To claim the egg, you have to be an elite! A descendant from one of THEM! Not an orphan like you! What don't I know? What aren't you telling me?" The Old Man almost slid off his chair in despair.

"That's why I'm here, to get answers from you. It's true; I am an orphan. Maybe I'm just lucky. Maybe I have the magic touch, or maybe you're insane."

"Maybe you've spent too many years locked in here with your own crazy brain."

"Perhaps you just think this egg is something special. But a minor orphan like me could toss it in the air and take it as my own. You're losing your touch, Old Man."