Reclassified as a Reclaimer 4

I made a public list of everyone the system robbed, so they could get their power back. Someone is crossing them off. Bodies are turning up in the ruins. A clerk under a crate that didn’t fall by itself. A rail worker crushed against his own switch. All on my list. I’m a reclaimer: I find stolen power, give it back, and borrow the scraps nobody owns. The killer is one too, but his license lets him keep the power of anyone who dies without heirs. Nobody asks how they died. He’s wearing five dead people’s powers, including one that turns crowds into stampedes. His never fade. Mine burn out. First fight, he cracks my ribs and walks away. I’m not his target. I’m more useful alive: every name I publish is a free lead. Five weeks ago I needed a cane to walk. Now I can fight and level again, but borrowed powers wreck my body, so my medic rations them. My women each bring something to a fight, from a swordswoman who throws fire to a builder who can tell which beam will fall. A newcomer shoves strangers clear and takes the hit herself. She keeps looking at me. I keep looking back. One of them is worth more to him than everyone before her combined. He’s higher level, and he knows where everyone sleeps. I have a leg that finally works and a borrowed pry bar. Round two. Reclassified as a Reclaimer 4 continues the post-apocalyptic LitRPG men’s harem adventure with a killer who wears the powers of the dead, an underdog hero fresh out of the sickbed, and women who share him without jealousy. Explicit on-page heat. Perfect for readers who love: • Junk-class heroes leveling up the hard way • Hard LitRPG: system panels, skills, salvage, and loot • Post-apocalyptic fights in collapsing ruins and rail yards • A loyal harem of dangerous, competent women • A new love interest who charges in first and thinks second • A dry, stubborn hero who won’t stay down