SSS Ranked Summoning: I'm An Extra With The Strongest Harem System
Chapter 51: Harem Harem Harem (1)

Chapter 51: Harem Harem Harem (1)

[Ding!]

A notification rang sharply as a pop-up appeared against the pitch-black backdrop of the game menu. The sound repeated again—Ding. Then again—Ding. Each time, the same black screen lit up with glowing blue text.

[Objective Completed: Deflower Jamie.]

[Reward: +2 Increase in all Player Stats.]

[Reward: +4 Soul Cores Earned.]

Mikey grinned, pleased by his received notifications.

’Yes! I’m getting paid!’ he pumped his fist, eyes wide with excitement.

There sure was nothing better than this- getting paid for sleeping with fictional characters and leveling up. Well—except for the fact that he’d been scammed trying to convert his soul cores to actual money. But still, it sounded great to him. He had stats now. Power. Gains. And it was everything he could ask for.

But still, regardless of his new found gains and profits, a name crept back into his thoughts like a whisper in the dark.

’Jamie.’ he muttered under his breath.

His grin wavered, as his mind was instantly clouded by thoughts.

In as much as he had enjoyed the mission—hell, it had been the first time he received a blowjob and had sex at the same time—he felt sorta...incomplete. It wasn’t just because of the mission. It was because of her. It was only a tad feeling, but within the short time he’d spent with her, he’d somehow wished that everything he’d experienced, along with Jaime, was real.

’Damn... she was actually nice to be around.’ he thought, lips pressed together.

At first, her shy nature had irritated him. The hesitations, the stammering, the way she couldn’t meet his eyes or let him see her tits. But somehow, he’d gotten fond of her. It had started as a game—deceptive reasoning, manipulating her feelings for the mission—but somewhere along the way, he wanted to know her. Like, actually know her. Not just as a harem character, but as a person. Or maybe- maybe he just wanted another round. Yeah. That was most definitely it.

He sighed.

’Oh well.’ he reasoned inwardly, brushing the thought aside.

’Since that’s not happening, I better just get my reward and move on.’

He focused his eyes forward, glancing through the notification which floated on the pitch blackness afront of him.

[+2 Increase in All Player Stats.]

Through countless trials, missions, and what felt like endless grinding, Mikey had earned more than just numbers on a screen. He had gained strength. Experience. Soul cores.

Even things that couldn’t be quantified—like instinct, reflex, a sharper mind. He had bled, fought, and clawed his way through hundreds of missions, and each victory had left him a little stronger. A little more dangerous.

But even now, with all those victories stacked behind him like a mountain of achievements, something still gnawed at the edge of his soul. A sharp, frustrating question that refused to leave. No matter how many stats he racked up, no matter how many enemies fell before him, it kept crawling back—like an itch he couldn’t reach.

’Why the hell do I still feel so damn weak?’

The words escaped his lips, quiet but bitter, the kind of bitterness that settled in your chest and made your teeth clench.

’Player Stats.’ he said, voice low and steady.

A soft blink followed as the screen shifted.

[Player Name: Mikey Dickson]

[Stats: Healing

Capability: 100/100

Strength: 756

Stamina: 754

Endurance: 757

Speed: 755]

[Player has leveled up!]

His eyes scanned the stats, the familiar digits staring back at him—stronger than he’d ever been before.

’But... why didn’t it feel like it?...’

He leaned back, running a hand through his hair, jaw clenched.

Mikey stared. His brows furrowed, and his mouth slightly ajar.

’Wait... What the hell?’

He thoughts spiralled, as he remained stunned, a weird mix of awe and confusion stirring in his chest.

’Why does this still feel... normal?’

You see, he had completed over 700 missions. Seven hundred. That was no joke. The number wasn’t some random stat tossed in by a game dev. He had actually earned that. Fought for that and survived that.

And his stats showed it. He was in the seven hundreds now. Strength, stamina, endurance—all nearing 800...but-

’I’m actually getting somewhere... atleast via the system.’

But still, his memory couldn’t fail him in remembering exactly what he had been through- Then the memory of Son, who had been one-shotted Mikey with utter ease.

One. Shotted.

His face tightened, eyes darkening as once more, he was clouded with confusion.

’How the fuck did he do that?’

It didn’t make sense. By the logic of every web novel he’d read—and he’d read a lot—stat caps usually ranged from 100 to 1000. He was already more than halfway there. At this point, he should at least be able to take a punch from Son. Maybe not win, if he wished to sound humble, but survive at the very least.

But no. Son had erased him like he was nothing, and without a single thought of retaliation etching into Mikey’s mind.

’ Damnit...that’s so unfair!’ He reminded himself, gritting his teeth.

’...My Capability’s even maxed. It’s been at 100 since forever.’

So why? His other stats had improved immensely with each successful missions completed, yet his capability had failed to exceed the 100 mark.

He’d told himself it was a system glitch. Maybe it hadn’t updated yet. Maybe it would be shown later or something. But it didn’t. It stayed the same, atleast till that very moment.

’This doesn’t add up.’ He pondered inwardly.

Two questions echoed in his mind like distant thunder, refusing to fade.

First—why the hell weren’t over 700 stat points enough to even graze Son?

Second—why hadn’t his Healing Capability improved, not even once, despite everything he’d endured?

His fists clenched at his sides, veins bulging beneath his skin.

’Only possible excuse...’ he muttered through gritted teeth, eyes glued to the floating screen.

’...Is...maybe... just maybe, stat scaling doesn’t truly end after 1000 scaling.’

He paused for a moment as his jaw tightened.

’Or maybe... Son’s just too damn strong. Stronger than anything I can even comprehend—even with a system backing me.’

His gaze darkened, eyes narrowing into slits as his voice dropped to a whisper, almost as if the thought itself was too dangerous to speak aloud.

That thought lingered. It slithered through the cracks in his mind, tempting him to spiral deeper into despair.

But in as much as it sounded like the world was turning against him, there was a fight coming. A fight he couldn’t afford to lose. And so, regardless of what might have come up, he had to focus.

With all that said and done, he was left with only one option now-Harem, harem, harem.

He had completed a normal mission, notably with relative ease. Maybe it didn’t sound like much, but for him, it was a big deal. Because now, he was more than certain that he could try another normal difficulty mission.

***

Mikey scrolled through the NovelFire featured page.

His finger moved swiftly, eyes scanning over thumbnails and titles, searching, just as he had before, for the right harem.

Scroll.

Scroll.

Scroll.

In no time, his eyes were met with his next target as his eyes sighted a book in his fyp—

[My Lovely Darling]

He stared at the title, lips twisted.

’Mmm... sounds like something I’d feel gay reading.’ he muttered. Then shrugged.

’But hey, it’s on my FYP. And it’s harem based. Might as well try.’

The cover photo was simple.

A tall, dull-looking man holding a suitcase.

He didn’t exactly scream harem protagonist, but Mikey was too bored, and most definitely to desperate to care.

’Nobody else has got the mission, anyway.’ he muttered, tapping on the screen.

Upon tapping the book, the book’s profile page loaded in no time, displaying the current page to him.

It was doing decently. Over a hundred thousand views. A handful of power stones. A sprinkle of golden tickets.

But what really caught his eyes was—

[R18+]

His lips curved, as a malicious smike drew on his face.

’Now we’re talking.’

He scrolled down to the discussion section. Mostly boring.

Fans rambling about the MC’s business life. Something about how he started from nothing and built a company. They all seemed so psyched about the MC or whatever, but ti Mikey, well he barely caught the guy’s name.

’Where the hell is the male keyword? where the hell is the SMUT?’ he muttered, scrolling throuhh the tag section.

Nothing came up.

Which mean there was officially no confirmation this was actually a harem. A disheartening factor indeed.

’Well... it does have the R18 tag. That has to count for something.’

But still, doubt hovered.

’What if this isn’t a harem story? Would I even be allowed to read it?’

He looked at the button on the screen.

[Read Now]

It was still active, and unlocked unlike the previous hard difficulty missions he had encountered.

That had to mean something at the very least, right?

He stared at the book, fingers twitching.

’Okay... this book clearly has some harem vibes.’ he thought.

’But the genre’s messy. Author threw in a bunch of tags. It’s confusing.’

Should he read it?

Should he risk it?

In as much as he would have preferred a total harem story, he needed to understand the system better. And what better way to do that than to explore its real powers right then in a harem story like the one which displayed afront of him.

His eyes narrowed.

"I need to find out."

So, with a short breath, he tapped the button.

[READ NOW]

And in an instant, he was gone—swallowed into the blackness of the game menu.

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