I Harvest the Reverse Harem My Roommate Built With My Identity

Over the next three days, I relied on the precise schedule provided by the scrolling comments and began my "poaching operation".

On Tuesday afternoon, Stacy had arranged to meet her second target—the number one assassin in the entire server of "Galaxy Rim," whose in-game ID was "Shadowfang".

I changed into a sleek black, form-fitting outfit and arrived at Velvet Club half an hour early.

Shadowfang was a rebellious young man with silver hair, carrying a wild and untamed aura in real life. When he stepped up to the booth and saw my face, the admiration in his eyes gave him away completely, and his pace visibly faltered.

I idly swirled the cocktail in my hand and said, "When do you plan to return the ten thousand gold coins you owe me from our last open-world PvP?"

That one sentence, known only to the two of us in-game, was enough to strip away all of his defenses.

The unruly top-tier assassin's ears turned red almost instantly, and he stammered as he called me "Moonwalker".

As we were chatting, the lounge door opened, and Stacy rushed in, panting heavily. She had deliberately chosen a soft, floral dress with a pure, alluring look, ready to secure her second target.

Yet the moment her gaze fell on me, seated across from Shadowfang, smiling lightly, she felt as though she had been struck by lightning and came to a complete stop.

Yesterday it was Lewis. Today it was Shadowfang.

Only then did she realize I had not been passing by by coincidence. I had been deliberately and systematically cutting into her pool of targets.

Stacy trembled with rage. Her eyes turned red almost instantly as her nails dug deep into her palms.

She glanced at Shadowfang, who was behaving attentively and cooperatively toward me.

She lacked even the courage to step forward and confront us. Instead, she turned and fled in a panic.

On Wednesday night, Stacy arranged to meet her third target—the number one healer on the server, with the in-game ID "Reviver".

I arrived early at an upscale restaurant, dressed in an elegant gown.

Reviver was a polite-looking man with gold-rimmed glasses, whose calm exterior concealed a scheming nature underneath.

I only said, "You made a positioning mistake in the dungeon last time and nearly wiped the entire team. You still owe me an apology."

That was enough to make him personally cut my steak and pour my red wine.

By the time Stacy arrived after carefully dressing up, she saw Reviver and me in the middle of an animated conversation.

She was close to losing her sanity.

"It is over. All of Stacy's targets have been taken by that villainess."

"Stacy is so angry that she has already smashed three cups in the dorm."

"The villainess is too cunning. She used the information gap to intercept them early."

"Stacy, stay calm. Bring all four of them together and confront her face-to-face."

"Exactly. Expose the villainess as an account thief."

I watched the flood of comments racing wildly across my vision. The smile at the corner of my lips deepened.

It seemed she had finally lost her composure and decided to make a desperate move. As expected, I received a message from Stacy on Friday night.

"I've booked a private room at Paradise Hotel. All four of them will be there. Do you dare come and face them?"

I nearly laughed out loud after reading it.

If Stacy was trying to flip the accusation onto me and gather all four targets for a public confrontation, she was truly asking for trouble.

At 8:00 pm that day, I walked toward the VIP private room at Paradise Hotel in my heels and pushed the door open.