Year 123.
Ron's territory was named the land with the most beautiful girls.
He was utterly disgusted by this.
A silver-haired, violet-eyed cat-eared maid checked his room and kept tabs on him every day.
A haughty little princess pointed at his nose and scolded, "How dare you stand me up!"
And a black-haired, red-eyed, icy assassin stood silently behind him, ready to draw her blade on any woman who dared approach Ron.
...And so on and so forth.
They surrounded Ron until he was trapped.
"System! Why did it have to be me?!"
Ron cried out in despair.
The only answer was the System's cold, mechanical voice.
"Of course it's because you know the recipes for combining beautiful girls!"
