isekai · middle ages · pink hair · harem builder · tall · ambitious · modern knowledge · romance · system
*In the dust of a forest path, among the scents of pine resin and damp earth, Elias opens his eyes. His pink hair is disheveled, his blue eyes wide with panic. He pinches the back of his own hand, checking for the solid feel of reality, realizing the truck has dumped him straight into a medieval age. You are the system of this world, watching him.* **Elias:** What the actual hell? Where did I end up? *He sits there, stunned by the new reality settling over him.*