The dark-haired young man opened his eyes and saw the face of a beautiful Japanese woman staring directly at him.
“Awake?
How do you feel?
What’s your name?” the pretty Japanese woman asked anxiously.
“W-water…” he croaked quietly, reaching out a hand that refused to obey.
The girl brought a small glass of water to the handsome young man’s lips, but as soon as the life-giving moisture hit his throat, he immediately started coughing, spraying the bed.
“Sorry…” he mumbled, his voice already less hoarse, and took another sip, this time holding the glass in his own hand.
“It’s nothing, it’ll dry.” The Japanese woman smiled.
“She’s really beautiful…
This is the first time I’ve seen a brunette with blue eyes,” the young man thought, enjoying the sight of the magnificent Asian woman.
“Where am I?” he muttered in a normal voice, staring at the girl.
She grew embarrassed under his intense gaze and looked away.
“You’re in Shinto.
I found you yesterday evening, in the backyard.
Don’t you remember how you got here?” the beauty asked.
“Shinto?
What’s Shinto?
Are we in Japan?” he asked again, completely ignoring her question.
“Shinto is a small village, part of the Land of Fire, under the rule of the Great Daimyo, three hundred kilometers from the Hidden Leaf Village!
What’s Japan?” the beauty asked innocently, blinking her eyes.
Hearing her proud speech, the young man nearly spat out another mouthful of water.
“No way!
I couldn’t have ended up in a drawn, made-up world?” the guy thought in shock.
“W-who’s the Hokage right now?” After a few seconds of thought, the young man asked in a trembling voice, afraid to hear the answer.
“Hiruzen Sarutobi, of course!” the Japanese woman answered again, with pride.
“Damn, damn, damn!
How the hell did I end up in the world of Naruto?!
I wasn’t even a fan, I watched it when I was a teenager, and that’s it!
Why me?!” But no one answered the shocked young man’s mental tirade.
“Looks like I’m in deep, really deep shit…
Ending up in a world completely mired in violence wasn’t in my life plans.
Just yesterday I was celebrating my successful thesis defense with friends, and I was planning to look for a job in a week, but it looks like McDonald’s won’t be getting a promising cashier…
Yeah, jokes are the only thing that helps the brain in stressful situations,” the young man thought, still recovering from the shock.
Lost in his own thoughts, he noticed some strange detail in the corner of his vision, something like an exclamation mark.
Focusing his attention on the mark, a block of text popped up in front of him:
Name: Nakayama Kenshin
Age: 21
Level: 1
Class: Patriarch
Available: 1 Skill Points
Skills:
Harem Master (MAX)
Patriarch’s Will (MAX)
Gifted Offspring [Level 1]
Sanctuary Creation [Level 1]
Formation Creation [Level 1]
???
???
???
* * *
“What?
A System?!
Nakayama Kenshin?!
Patriarch?!
Harem Master?!” he thought in shock, unable to process the incoming information.
“Are you alright?
What’s your name?” the beautiful Japanese woman reminded him of her presence.
“It looks like Nakayama Kenshin…” the guy answered with a smirk.
“And you?”
“Nice to meet you, Nakayama Kenshin, my name is Aya!” she said cheerfully, showing courtesy.
Kenshin wasn’t in the mood to continue this conversation, being busy with more important things, namely reviewing the “status” window.
Seeing that he had fallen silent, Aya decided not to bother him and left the room, saying she would start preparing food.
Kenshin, in turn, began to carefully examine all the abilities that had been dumped on him, trying to figure out what kind of class “Patriarch” was.
After a few minutes, he was horrified, realizing that he was destined to become a child-producing machine!
“Damn, what have I gotten myself into?!” Kenshin thought irritably and began to examine each item that interested him in the “status” window in more detail.
Class: Patriarch — [Patriarchs are the heads of enormous clans, which consist mainly of their descendants.
Though the patriarch himself may be weak, his children will not allow their father to be harmed, and will destroy anyone who dares to cause him harm.
In the great universe, skilled patriarchs instill horror across entire galaxies, taking the proud daughters of the greatest emperors into their vast harems without asking anyone’s permission.
An unskilled patriarch can be killed in a drunken brawl by an unremarkable mortal.
But a skilled patriarch cannot be killed even by a god.]
After reading the class description, the young man was about to protest, but noticed several sub-points and began to read them intently.
Accelerated Birth: — Accelerates fetal maturation and reduces the duration of pregnancy.
Gestation period is reduced by 20 times.
Accelerated Growth: — Accelerates the maturation of a descendant to an adult.
Growth rate x500 for human offspring.
Talent Accumulation: — The talent of a Patriarch’s children cannot be less than the talent of the mother.
Born offspring have a higher chance of inheriting rare positive traits from the mother, and directly depends on the [Gifted Offspring] skill.
“Well, I’ll be…” Kenshin said thoughtfully.
“So what, I’m supposed to fuck like a field mouse now until I die of exhaustion?
And where am I supposed to put a bunch of kids?
And who am I supposed to have them with?!” the young man muttered, unable to contain his irritation at such a useless system.
Calming down a bit, he returned to further reviewing the “status.”
Patriarch’s Charm: — Makes all female individuals initially friendly towards the Patriarch.
Passively affects nearby females, over time causing them to fall in love with the Patriarch.
“Hmm, that’s better.
That’s probably why Aya is so kind to me…
The ‘with whom’ question seems to have answered itself…” Kenshin muttered thoughtfully, assessing the prospects, having resigned himself with surprising speed to his destined role of “stud bull.”
Harem Master: — All women who have had sexual contact with the Patriarch fall in love with him and become infinitely devoted.
Patriarch’s Will: — The Patriarch’s words become law for his offspring and harem.
Allows communication with descendants via telepathy at a distance of up to 20 meters.
Gifted Offspring: — Allows any descendant to train the power system of their native world.
Each level of the ability increases the descendant’s talent by 5% compared to the mother, and increases the chance of awakening rare and useful mutations by 2%.
Sanctuary Creation: — Just as any dragon needs a lair, any Patriarch needs a reliable sanctuary, the last bastion of the Patriarch’s defense.
Allows the creation of a hidden sanctuary for living.
The ability level improves the sanctuary, increases stealth, and allows one to remain safe.
Formation Creation: — Allows the creation of various support and protection formations.
Unlocks increasingly powerful formations as the ability level increases.
???
— Unavailable.
???
— Unavailable.
???
— Unavailable.
Having finished getting acquainted with the “system,” Kenshin began to think.
He thought about many things: about his past life, which he could no longer return to; about his current situation, which was quite unpleasant; and about his future, which was remarkably hazy and uncertain.
About half an hour passed in thought, and Aya appeared in the doorway.
She gave him a gentle smile and called him to the table.