Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 109: Buying the Suppression Ring

Chapter 109: Buying the Suppression Ring

That kind of ability was simply to conveninent! The thought alone lifted his mood even further.

As he walked, he opened the system store, his focus settling on the item he had been eyeing for quite some time now. The familiar interface appeared before his eyes, and he selected it without hesitation.

[Artifact: Suppression Ring]

Type: Accessory / Concealment

Item Grade: Legendary

Description: A finely crafted ring designed to suppress and mask the wearer’s true power. When worn, it conceals the user’s aura and interferes with both magical perception and scanning abilities. Any probes directed at the wearer will only detect the mana core stage set by the user, regardless of their actual strength. The ring does not reduce the wearer’s real power—only how it is perceived. Its suppression can be adjusted freely, allowing the user to appear weak, average, or deceptively competent.

Cost: 20,000 SP

He didn’t even stop to think about it. The decision was instant.

The moment he confirmed the purchase, 20,000 system points vanished from his point total. Elion grimaced slightly at the loss, the number dropping far more dramatically than he liked.

Twenty thousand points, gone. Just like that.

All that ’hard’ work, for a whole month, and 90% of his points were gone.

Still, the discomfort barely lasted a second. The air above his open palm suddenly distorted, rippling as if space itself had been disturbed, and then an object materialized into existence.

A plain ring rested quietly in his hand.

Elion blinked, surprised by how unremarkable it looked.

It felt cool to the touch, with no gemstone, engraving, or ornament to draw attention. The band was forged from a dark, moon-tinted metal that was smooth and seamless, as if it had been poured into shape directly from the forge, rather than hammered by a smith.

When he tilted it under the light, it didn’t gleam or shine. Instead, the light seemed to fade as it touched the surface, swallowed by the metal like water sinking into a deep, still lake.

He turned the ring slowly between his fingers. On one side of the band, a thin circular mark was etched into the metal.

The lines were faint, easy to miss unless someone looked closely. When he focused on them, they appeared to shift slightly—not truly moving, but refusing to stay fixed, like a trick played on the eyes.

The weight of the ring felt wrong for its size. It wasn’t heavier than expected, but strangely precise, as though every fraction of its mass had been carefully measured and nothing at all had been wasted.

Holding it, Elion sensed a quiet pressure radiating from the ring, so subtle that he might have imagined it, like standing near someone who was carefully holding their breath.

Yet despite all that, there was no obvious sense of power coming from it.

Elion stared at the ring for a moment longer before letting out a quiet breath.

“So this is what a legendary-grade item feels like,” he thought.

He slipped the ring onto his finger without hesitation.

The moment it settled into place, a faint pulse spread through his hand and vanished just as quickly, so that anyone else might have missed it. It readjusted its size to fit snugly onto his finger.

There was no pain or a sudden surge of power, no dramatic reaction at all. It simply fit, as if it had always belonged there.

He focused inward, testing it.

At once, his presence changed. The dense, tightly compressed mana within him felt distant and veiled behind a thin but absolute barrier. To the outside world, his aura dulled and softened, settling at a level that felt… ordinary.

Right now, he gave off the aura of an Apprentice mage.

Elion exhaled slowly, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

“So this is how it works,” he murmured under his breath.

He adjusted the setting slightly, nudging the perceived level just a little higher up to the Adept mage. After confirming that it worked as intended, he then lowered his aura once again.

He confirmed that the ring responded instantly to his intent. There was no delay or resistance, and there was no feedback loop at all.

A legendary item indeed.

With this, he could finally break through without having to risk being turned into a lab rat or drawing unwanted attention to himself. The thought alone made his steps feel lighter, though he decided to wait until later at night to finally break through.

Considering what had happened on his last breakthrough into the novice ranks, who knew what might happen this time?

Today, he was off duty once again for patrol, so that meant he had to attend class.

He went back to his room first, changing quickly before heading out again. Combat training class today wasn’t being held indoors today, but out in one of the academy’s open-air fields.

He arrived just as Professor Selene was striding onto the field herself, radiating energy as usual. Before he could even greet her properly, an excited smack landed squarely on his back, making him arch forward with a sharp hiss of pain.

A bunch of hearty laughter exploded from the group at the sight. Some students clutched their sides, others laughed openly without bothering to hide it. To them, seeing the normally composed Elion get casually manhandled by Selene was simply too funny.

Not everyone shared that sentiment.

William snorted in derision with his arms crossed. Jared clicked his tongue, looking away with a scowl, and a few others around them wore similar expressions. They clearly didn’t find it funny at all.

Still, while most people ignored them now, there were plenty who continued hovering around William’s group, laughing a bit too loudly and throwing glances his way, eager to stay on good terms.

“Elion! Let’s get right to it!” Selene said with a wide, toothy grin, clearly pleased with herself.

Elion straightened slowly, rubbing his back with a wry smile. If he had to endure those muscle-headed slaps every time she saw him, he might genuinely have to start avoiding her.

He moved toward the rest of the group instead, offering easy smiles to Mira and Aria as he passed, but not stopping to chat.

As he was about to walk past Aria, she suddenly paused. Her nose twitched slightly, and she leaned closer, sniffing the air with an unusually serious expression. Then, in a calm and casual tone that didn’t quite match her sharp gaze at all, she spoke.

“You have the smell of another woman on you.”

The words landed softly, but the meaning behind them was anything but light.