The supporting character's harem is very normal

Rakka recalled when he first came to this world and how everything he did was difficult.

He didn’t really have much money on him at that time—only twenty gold coins—and this made him unable to do anything.

He even had to neglect eating and drinking to save money.

However, he could not make money. First, although he has the ability to prepare medicinal herbs, his body does not allow him to do so.

At that time, his body was very weak, and he couldn’t even use low-level magic.

Meanwhile, preparing medicinal herbs not only requires abundant magical energy but also the ability to maintain fire accurately for a long time.

Secondly, he also did not have enough money to buy medicinal herbs to nourish his body.

Even eating and drinking became a problem, so how could he have enough money to buy medicinal herbs to nourish his body?

Rakka wanted to accept missions, but his body was too weak to compete with other people in the academy.

He wanted to join someone else’s team to do missions, but the other students didn’t like his personality and felt he was too weak to be their teammate.

In the end, he existed for nearly a month without doing anything. He felt skeptical; why was he revived when he was this useless?

Until Lathel appeared.

Lathel was like a saviour; he not only gave him more resources to cultivate, but he also gave him a lot of gold coins, solving all the problems he is currently facing.

Even today, thanks to Rakka having a lot of gold coins, he was able to meet a strange person who could see through the outer shell of hidden items.

"If I didn’t have this money, I wouldn’t be in the black market today. And I won’t meet that kid either; thanks to him, I was able to buy these items."

"Hahahaha… Lathel, it seems... you really are my ’Lucky Charm’."

Rakka laughed loudly: "Hm... Then he deserves to be my friend. Lathel, since you helped me this much, in the future, when I break the limit and leave this world, I can help you become the lord of this place."

Rakka didn’t say that because he was too arrogant. After all, in his previous life, he was also a Flame Abyss Lord, and his power was so terrible that he was almost a god.

After reincarnating, although there were not many conditions that allowed him to develop strongly, he still retained the memories and experiences of his previous life.

As long as she has enough resources, Rakka can definitely become as strong as before.

Even if you don’t become a god, at the very least, becoming an almost invincible existence in this world is not too far-fetched.

After examining the items that Rakka bought, he frowned and muttered: "Hm… although these things are very good, to be able to turn them into something I can use, a lot of work is needed. special tool."

He thought for a while, then sighed: "Okay, I should find Lathel. After all, he is so rich, he can help me find tools to solve these things."

After deciding, Rakka took out the herbs and began making medicine to help him increase his strength.

At the very least, he needed to solve the current problem, which was enhancing his physical strength and magical power.

This body is too weak—so weak that... he doesn’t have much lifespan left.

Rakka began to use fire to prepare medicinal herbs; however, as soon as he started, his heart ached, causing him to kneel on the ground.

He panted; sweat poured out of his body like a shower, making him startled: "What the hell is going on?" Why... why is my heart so weak?"

"Damn it! This bastard… He is wounded in the heart… Damn it!"

Rakka angrily and silently scolded the previous owner of this body. In fact, the previous owner of this body was seriously injured when returning to his kingdom.

However, he still tried to bring his wound back to the academy, but he died in the motel room alone.

The soul of the Flame Abyss Lord appeared and took over this body, using all the remaining energy in the soul to heal this body’s wounds.

Although this body has recovered, the wound to the heart is too severe. If he tried to use too much magical energy, his heart would ache.

Rakka gritted her teeth, trying to endure the pain. A moment later, the pain disappeared; however, sweat soaked his clothes.

At this moment, he did not dare to try again.

Rakka frowned and muttered: "Okay, tomorrow... I can probably only rely on Lathel."

…

At Laleth Garden.

Amleth sat by the window, looking into the distance. Her eyes were filled with pain, sadness, and despair.

A girl suddenly appeared behind her; yes, it was Amleth’s personal servant, Meryl.

Meryl bowed her head and said: "Master, that person has arrived."

Hearing that, Amleth’s body trembled slightly, but then her eyes became extremely determined and cold. However, hidden deep within that calm and coldness is a fire that wants to burn everything.

"I know; take that person to tower number 3."

"Yes, master."

After Meryl left, Amleth also stood up and took off the dress she was wearing.

Moonlight shone into the room through the large window, and that was also the only light source. This did not brighten the room, on the contrary, it carried a heavy atmosphere that was suffocating.

Amleth’s dress fell off, revealing her almost perfect body.

"Lathel…" Amleth muttered: "If I can’t have you… then no one can have you."

"My belongings…must be mine…"

…

A while later, Amleth went to tower number 3. This place was one of the 7 towers she had built, like a garden in the air, able to see almost the entire city of Karol.

In the middle of the garden, a woman was sitting. She wore a white dress with golden patterns on top.

A gentle white aura radiated around her body, making her feel even more pure and divine.

She was like a god, and any man who stood in front of her would bow their head for fear that their mortal eyes would taint her.

Even though her face was covered with a white cloth, covering almost her entire face, anyone who saw her felt like she was as beautiful as an angel.

Right at this moment, Amleth appeared, wearing high heels, slowly walking over.

"Ah! You have truly come, Pope." Amleth smiled as she spoke; her smile at this moment carried a kind of crazy emotion that made others shiver.

The Pope sat still, glanced at Amleth, sighed, and said: "You are exactly like my Holy Maiden; it’s just... your emotions and thoughts are completely different."

"Heh?! Your Holy Maiden… Arine?" Amleth said as she sat down opposite the Pope.

"That’s right." The Pope said: "You are just like her; because of a man, you suffer, despair, and then hate."

"Hahahaha…" Amleth suddenly laughed loudly, his smile filled with coldness: "It seems… The Pope is also ’observing’ me carefully."

The Pope shook her head: "Just like how you brought your insects and released them inside my church."

"Heh?!" Amleth tilted her head and replied: "Pope, you are wrong. I just think your church is very interesting, so I want to let my subordinates learn a little about how your church operates."

"Alright…." The Pope sighed and said: "Let’s get to the point, Amleth. Can you really let me establish a church in this empire?"

Amleth smiled and tilted her head to look at the Pope: "That’s right."

The pope frowned, his eyes staring at Amleth as if he were looking to see what was going through her mind.

"So… what are the conditions?"

Listening to the Pope, Amleth laughed loudly: "Hahahaha... working with smart people is indeed very easy and neat."

"It’s simple, Pope… If you help me depose Catheryne, then... I will become Queen of this Empire." Amleth said softly: "After I hold this empire, you can establish churches inside the empire; it’s very simple, right?"

Hearing that, the Pope frowned. She felt confused because Amleth spoke just now in a very gentle voice, as if it were a very simple matter.

She sighed and said: "Amleth, I know you hold the economic lifeline of the entire Karol Empire; however, economics and politics are two completely different things."

"You may be good at economic development, but when it comes to fighting politically, you are no match for Catheryne."

"Even though this empire has only been peaceful for 200 years, its strength cannot be underestimated. Catheryne’s power is also extremely terrifying, which is why, in just 200 years, this empire has become so prosperous."

"Amleth, I don’t know where you got the confidence to bravely say… you can help me destroy Catheryne."

Amleth smiled and waved her hand. Just then, Meryl appeared, carrying a glass ball, and gave it to the Pope.

The Pope frowned, looking into the crystal ball. No, to be more precise, she was looking at the images displayed within it.

"That’s…" The Pope was a little startled; she couldn’t believe what she was seeing: "How did you get this?"

"Hahahahaha…" Amleth laughed madly: "Pope, based on this, can we cooperate?"

The Pope frowned, stared at Amleth, and then said: "I need to think a little more."

"I don’t want to wait too long. There are other ancient families who also want to cooperate with me." Amleth spoke softly; however, her words were filled with menace.

"I know. Two days later, I will give you the answer."