: Makina’s Pov :

I met Jestina’s tear-filled gaze with a soft smile, my heart brimming with joy at the sight of her family’s miraculous recovery.

The aura of power and transformation that surrounded me had subsided, leaving only a lingering sense of awe.

“Jestina, what you’ve just witnessed is a glimpse of the power that my master, Daniel, has bestowed upon me,”

I explained gently, watching as she tried to make sense of the impossible.

“But…this is beyond anything I could have imagined,”

Jestina stammered, her voice trembling with a mixture of astonishment and confusion.

“It’s the power of the Heavenly Harem Sect, a place where dreams become reality, and where those who join us are given a chance at a new life,”

I replied, my words filled with conviction.

I could see the hope dawning in Jestina’s eyes, the spark of a new beginning.

She had been at the brink of despair, and now, there was a glimmer of hope that had been all but extinguished.

“I want to offer you and your children the opportunity to join our sect, to become disciples of the Heavenly Harem,”

“But I-I have nothing to offer,” Jestina said, her voice filled with uncertainty.

I maintained my soft smile and reached out to grasp her hand gently.

“Jestina, you have more to offer than you realize”

“Becoming a disciple of the Heavenly Harem Sect is not about material possessions; it’s about your willingness to serve our master”

With a reassuring tone, I began to explain the terms and the sacrifices required to become a disciple of the sect.

“Jestina, you and your children have already experienced the transformative power of our master’s teachings”

By joining us, you’ll have the opportunity to change your own lives”

I said, my voice filled with conviction.

She listened intently, her doubts gradually giving way to a glimmer of hope.

“I… I want to believe in this, Makina. I want a better life for my children, and if this sect can truly offer that, then I’m willing to take the chance.”

I squeezed her hand gently, my admiration for her growing.

“Jestina, you’re making a brave and selfless choice. I promise that as a fellow disciple, I’ll be here to support and guide you every step of the way”

After Jestina had agreed to join the sect, I continued to explain the inner workings of the Heavenly Harem Sect and what she could expect as a disciple.

“So, as a disciple,” I began, “you’ll be part of a master’s harem community. We have daily routines, teachings, and a nurturing environment to help you grow as his woman”

Jestina, with a hint of curiosity, asked, “What about our master? What’s he like?”

Our master, Daniel, is a remarkable existence. He’s benevolent god and there’s nothing more perfect than him” I declared with fanatic eyes.

To emphasize the opportunities, I showed her a handful of gleaming spiritual stones.

“These represent just a fraction of what our master can offer”

Jestina’s eyes widened at the sight of the precious stones, and her decision to join the sect grew stronger.

My main goal for returning here is to recruit more disciples into the sect, and Master has given me a timeline of one month.” I explained.

Jestina looked puzzled and stammered, “W-What can I do?”

I replied with a reassuring smile, “It’s simple. Help me spread a rumor and gather as many women, regardless of age, as you can.”

Jestina hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I can do that. I’ll tell the women about the opportunities that await them in the Heavenly Harem Sect.” ．

I placed a hand on her shoulder, feeling a surge of gratitude for her willingness to help.

“Thank you, Jestina”

In the days that followed, Jestina and I worked to spread the word about the Heavenly Harem Sect.

We went from tent to tent, talking to women and sharing stories of the incredible opportunities that awaited them if they joined the sect.

Jestina’s genuine enthusiasm and unwavering belief in the sect’s benefits were infectious.

She spoke with such conviction that it was hard for anyone to resist her words.

Slowly but surely, more women began to express interest, and our numbers started to grow.

As we recruited more disciples, I made sure to explain the terms and sacrifices required for joining the sect.

Many were hesitant at first, but I assured them that the rewards far outweighed the sacrifices.

I showed them the spiritual stones I had received from Master Daniel, and their eyes lit up with hope and anticipation.

The women who joined us came from diverse backgrounds, each with their own story of hardship and struggle.

Some were widows struggling to feed their children, while others were young girls with dreams of a better future.

They all shared a common desire for a chance at a brighter, more secure life.

As the days passed, the number of disciples continued to grow, and I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction.

We were not only fulfilling our mission but also giving these women and girls a glimmer of hope they had longed for.

I knew that Master Daniel would be pleased with our progress, and the thought of impressing him filled me with encouragement.

I had an unwavering devotion to him, and every action I took was driven by the desire to make him proud.

As more women joined us, the atmosphere became charged with a palpable sense of excitement.

One woman named Eliza approached us, her frail form stooped with age, but her eyes shone with a glimmer of hope.

She had lost her family to the plague and had been left to fend for herself in the unforgiving streets of the city.

“Is it true?” she asked, her voice quivering.

“Can your master truly change our lives?”

I took her trembling hand in mine and nodded.

“Yes, Eliza. I was once in a situation as dire as yours, but Master Daniel saved me and my sister”

“He can offer you a new beginning, a chance to live without fear or suffering.”

Tears welled up in Eliza’s eyes as she made her decision.

“I’ll join, if you’ll have me. I have nothing left to lose.” I welcomed her with a comfort smile.

A young woman whose name is Amelia, no older than seventeen, approached us with a baby in her arms.

Her eyes were filled with exhaustion and fear as she clutched her child tightly.

“I never thought I’d see a miracle like this,” she admitted, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I want a future for my child, a future free from the plague’s shadow.”

Jestina gently assured her that this was the right path for both her and her baby.

With a comforting smile, I welcomed her into our growing group of disciples, and Jestina embraced her like a long-lost friend.

The influx of women seeking refuge and transformation continued.

As we gathered in the city square, I couldn’t help but be moved by the resilience of these women who had endured so much suffering.

Mara, a mother of three, approached me with a mix of determination and fear in her eyes.

Her children clung to her tattered clothes, their faces etched with malnourishment.

“Can your master save my children?” she pleaded.

My heart ached at the sight of the innocent little ones.

I nodded fervently, assuring her that Daniel’s power could heal and protect them.

Mara’s tears of hope mirrored the countless others who joined us that day.

Lina, a former scholar whose life had been shattered by the plague, listened intently as I explained the sect’s purpose.

“I once had knowledge and dreams,” she said, her voice tinged with sorrow.

“Can your master help me regain what I’ve lost?” I stepped forward, offering words of comfort.

“He can provide you with opportunities beyond your imagination,”

I asssured her and her eyes sparkled with newfound hope.

Ceilia, a young woman marked by the scars of abuse, had been living in the shadows, hiding from her tormentors.

“Will your master protect me?” she asked, her voice quivering with vulnerability.

Jestina and I exchanged a meaningful glance, knowing that under Daniel’s guidance, she would find the strength to heal and stand tall.

She joined us, her step a little lighter, her spirit rekindled.

Melena, a gifted musician whose talents had been stifled by the harsh realities of the city, shared her dreams of composing melodies that could heal wounded souls.

“Can your master help me achieve that?” she inquired, clutching her beloved violin.

With a smile, I assured her that Daniel’s gifts could unlock her artistic potential.

Her eyes shone with a newfound sense of purpose.

Livia, a skilled herbalist, had watched countless patients succumb to the plague despite her efforts.

“Can your master grant me the power to save lives?” she asked, her hands trembling with a mixture of doubt and longing.

I nodded, explaining how Daniel’s abilities had the potential to amplify her healing talents.

Livia’s commitment to our cause grew stronger with each passing moment.

Each new recruit brought fresh hope and renewed determination to our cause.

Conversations buzzed around us as women shared their stories and dreams.

Some had been abandoned by their families, while others had been forced into servitude by cruel masters.

The bonds of sisterhood formed quickly among them, and the sense of belonging was palpable.

As more women arrived, the crowd swelled, and we soon realized that we needed a larger space to accommodate everyone.

Jestina and I began organizing gatherings in the city square, where we could address larger groups and share the message of the sect more effectively.

Word continued to spread, and we attracted the attention of not only the desperate but also those who had heard whispers of our master’s extraordinary abilities.

Some were skeptical, questioning the authenticity of our claims, but I remained steadfast in my faith in Daniel.