Urban Harem God: Harem With My Ultimate Copy & Paste System!-Chapter 13: Cheating a Literal Cheat

[Ding! Copying and Pasting host's desired Physicality as his own!]

Jayden stood there, shoulders square, eyes locked on the screen. He couldn't believe it. Actually, no—he could. This was exactly the kind of power the system promised, and now it was real. Tangible. Working.

He laughed. Not some smug little chuckle—nah, he laughed. Big, messy, joyful noise that filled the living room like a middle finger to every insecurity he'd ever carried.

Then—

[Ding! Host's body is way too low to take the desired body changes! Host lacks necessary foundations to support the change of such to such a body! Host's body might get damaged!]

His laughter slowed, breath catching, but the smirk didn't fade.

Jayden didn't sigh out of disappointment. If anything, it was relief. The system wasn't broken. It wasn't fake. It wasn't handing out cheat codes without rules. You couldn't give a broken-down $3,000 car the engine of a military chopper and expect it to purr like a dream.

You'd blow the whole thing up.

No. His body couldn't yet take god-level transformation. And that? That was fine. Because it meant the Copy and Paste function was real, and there were levels to it. Gates to push through. Meaning.

Jayden turned back to the screen. "Alright... show me the first set of images again."

The screen flicked. This time, the images weren't divine or immortal—they were more grounded. Realistic. Still hot, but not mythical. Tall guys with decent shoulders, lean muscle, a bit of abs—not all the way chiseled but definitely not average either. Slightly above the crowd. The type that looked good shirtless, but you wouldn't immediately assume they were some elite athlete. Manageable.

Jayden stared for a beat.

"Not so good," he muttered, mouth twisting, "but my body isn't far from that. Can copy and paste that..."

Below average. That's what he was now. Thin shoulders, weak core, barely visible lines. Not anymore.

"Reminds me how pathetic I am... or at least my body is." His jaw clenched. "But not for so long."

His eyes locked on one of the builds. A clean one. Enough to start with.

"Copy and Paste."

[Ding! Processing...]

He didn't get a chance to say another word.

It hit him like someone pulled his soul through a blender.

He collapsed.

His body arched off the ground before crashing back into the couch like it'd been electrocuted. His spine cracked straight, lengthening subtly as his height adjusted to what it was meant to be. Muscles that had never been used properly swelled and shifted, locking into place like someone had spent years building them from scratch.

His shirt stretched—tight across the chest now, sleeves pressing against his upper arms. Veins pulsed. Breath caught. Every cell in his body screamed, then went silent.

When it was over, the room stilled.

Jayden's eyes snapped open.

He sat up, slowly, breathing heavy like he'd run a marathon through a storm.

But damn... he felt it. The difference. His spine wasn't slouched anymore. His posture held itself without effort. His limbs moved like they finally had purpose. There was this new hum under his skin—vitality—like his blood was upgraded. Stronger. Faster.

He rolled his shoulders, stretching his arms out wide.

"This is more like it," he muttered, voice lower, denser, fuller.

He stood, walked to the mirror near the entryway, and peeled off his now tight shirt with a quick tug.

And there he was.

"Woah..."

His torso wasn't shredded, but it was lean, cut, and alive. Defined chest, flat stomach, visible muscle along his arms and sides. The kind of body that made people do double takes. The kind that didn't need validation—it gave it.

He turned slightly, smirking at his reflection.

"Damn... System, I fuck with you."

But Jayden wasn't done. Not even close.

That new body? It was a damn upgrade—yeah. But it still wasn't him. Not the version he saw in his head. Not the version that lived rent-free in his imagination every time he thought of standing on top of the world, shirt half open, looking like someone who ruined gym bros with eye contact.

He went back to the TV, scrolled through the previous AI image—the divine one, the flawless model of power and seduction—and stared at it like a challenge. Then he did the same thing again. Picked the image one level above what he had, more intense than his current build.

"Copy and Paste."

[Ding! Processing new desired physicality...]

And again—he didn't even have time to breathe before the system took him under.

His body dropped. Limbs twitched. Breath held. His muscles tightened, bones shifting just slightly, skin stretching over a more refined version of the frame he'd just acquired.

He woke up groggy, but lighter. No—tighter.

Everything felt clean. Efficient. Strong.

Jayden sat up and ran a hand down his stomach, feeling every line that hadn't been there hours ago. He stood in front of the mirror again, shirt already off, and this time even he had to pause.

His reflection looked like someone who trained daily but never obsessed over it. Like a teen Calvin Klein model crossed with a lean godly body that could make girls in Miami stare endlessly at him.

His shoulders had perfect symmetry, strong but not bulky. His chest sat proud, abs deep and clearly segmented.

The V-line below his waist slashed down like it had a vendetta against anyone who dared look too long. Arms defined, biceps curved clean, and his traps finally gave him that masculine cut that filled out his neckline like he was built to wear danger.

"Tyler, lifts?" he scoffed under his breath, flexing his forearm as he stared himself down. "Shitty boy can't tell me nothing."

He cracked his neck.

"With this body? I'm hundreds times him. Easy."

And still...

Still not satisfied.

Because he hadn't reached the real prize yet.

He turned back to the TV, selected the image of the divine one. The god-tier build. The one that started all this.

He didn't hesitate.

"Copy and Paste!"

[Ding! Host's muscles and physical being cannot take any more external changes at the moment!]

[Time Limit: 3 Months!]

[Host must train daily or at least four times a week to gradually adapt and stabilize the recent changes. This will prepare the body to handle the next external based evolution.]

[Note: Host can still make basic cosmetic adjustments (e.g., hair length, texture, eye color, skin clarity, finger structure) as long as they don't involve core muscular strain or structural change.]

Jayden smiled. Wide. Not annoyed. Not even frustrated.

"Loud and clear, system," he said, voice calm but fired up. "That's more than enough. I expected this too. A little grind before the god-tier perks? That's fair game."

He turned, flexed once, then laughed.

Because now?

Now he looked like the main character.

And he hadn't even started yet.