Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women

Ethan leaned back in the food truck, his arms resting limply at his sides.

Every muscle ached, a dull soreness that refused to go away no matter how many hours of sleep he managed to steal. But it wasn't the kind of pain that brought regret.

Instead, it was the kind that made him smile faintly as he glanced out the window at the empty street. The rush was over, and the truck was finally quiet.

He stared at the darkened grill, his mind drifting back over the past week.

After that first chaotic day, business had only grown.

Word of his food truck spread faster than he could have imagined. People came for the tacos, the burgers, and the grilled cheese — simple meals done right.

And they didn't stop coming.

Every morning started earlier than the last, and every evening ended later. By the second day, the line had doubled. By the third, it had tripled.

It became a rhythm — wake up, buy ingredients, hustle through the day, collapse into bed, and do it all over again.

But as much as Ethan had started to get the hang of things, it was still exhausting. There was only one of him, after all.

The system phone buzzed on the counter, its glow cutting through the dim interior of the truck. Ethan sat up slowly, his body protesting every movement.

He shuffled over and picked up the phone, its screen lighting up with a new notification.

[System Update: Investment Opportunity Unlocked!]

[New Investment: Expand Your Fleet with Additional Food Trucks]

Ethan's eyebrows shot up as he read the message. He tapped on the screen, scrolling through the details.

The system had identified multiple abandoned food trucks scattered around the city — vehicles that, with a little work, could be refurbished and added to his growing business.

He stared at the screen, his mind racing.

"Multiple food trucks," he murmured, letting the idea sink in.

It was ambitious, sure. But if the past week had taught him anything, it was that the system's suggestions were solid.

As he drove the food truck back to the lot for the night, Ethan couldn't stop thinking about the idea.

The streets were quiet, lit only by the occasional flicker of a streetlamp.

The engine hummed beneath him, a low, steady rhythm that seemed to match his thoughts.

There was something surreal about the whole situation. A week ago, he'd been at rock bottom, drowning in debt and despair.

Now, he was contemplating expanding his business, using a mysterious system that had turned his life around.

It didn't feel real, but then again, nothing about the past week had.

The truck rumbled to a stop at the lot, and Ethan killed the engine, stepping out into the cool night air. The familiar scent of grease and grilled meat clung to him, but he didn't mind.

He locked up the truck, tucking the keys into his pocket as he leaned against the side of the vehicle.

The idea of expanding was tempting. There was no denying that. The demand was there — more than he could handle on his own.

And the city was full of opportunities. The system had proven that much. Abandoned buildings, vehicles, and equipment were everywhere, remnants of a world that had seen better days.

There wasn't a law against repurposing what had been left behind. As far as Ethan was concerned, it was fair game.

He made up his mind as he pushed off the truck and headed toward the lot's exit.

"Tomorrow," he said to himself. "Tomorrow, I'll check out the locations."

The next morning came too quickly, the sunlight streaming through his apartment window like an unwelcome intruder.

Ethan groaned as he rolled out of bed, his body protesting every movement.

But there was work to do.

He got ready quickly, his routine almost automatic now. A quick shower, a bite of whatever leftovers he had in the fridge, and then he was out the door.

The system phone buzzed in his pocket as he walked down the street, pulling up directions to the first location.

The first food truck was parked in an alleyway on the edge of the city. Its once-bright paint was faded and peeling, the name of a long-forgotten restaurant barely visible on the side.

Ethan circled it cautiously, taking in the cracked windows and rusted wheels.

It wasn't much to look at, but it had potential.

The system had estimated the cost of refurbishing the truck — new tires, a paint job, engine repairs — and the numbers seemed manageable.

He made a mental note to come back later with a mechanic to assess the damage.

The second truck was in slightly better shape, parked in an old garage that looked like it hadn't been used in years.

Ethan ran a hand along the side of the truck, brushing away a layer of dust.

This one, at least, seemed salvageable. The interior needed work, but the exterior was mostly intact, and the engine looked like it hadn't been touched in decades.

He could already picture it up and running, parked in a busy part of town, drawing in customers just like his current truck.

By the time Ethan visited the third and final location, the sun was high in the sky, and he was starting to feel the weight of the day.

This truck was in the worst condition of the three, practically buried under a pile of debris in an abandoned lot.

But as he cleared away the trash and stepped inside, he saw the same potential that the system had seen.

Ethan spent the rest of the day taking notes, snapping pictures, and calculating costs.

It was a lot to take in, but he couldn't deny the excitement that bubbled up inside him.

This was more than just a business — it was a chance to build something real, something that could carry him forward.

And then he called mechanics for all three of them, paying the cost for all three to get them up and running.