Harem God- Dimensional Motel System-Chapter 42: Interactions With The Night Part 1

Luck burst into another world, limbs tingling, the feeling of cold still lingering on his tongue.

It took half a disoriented minute to realize he was in the motel’s office, with the flickering light above giving the sensation of a bad dream stuttering on replay.

The flush of adrenaline had not yet drained from his body.

He wanted to believe it was all a hyper-real gaming session, but the raw, embarrassing ache in his frozen crotch and the bruises along his side told a much different story.

The system window hovered above the desk.

[Welcome back, Owner. You have collected 112 Black Tears and suffered a minor genital injury. Would you like guidance?]

"Get lost!" He barely had a moment to breathe before the system began spitting out dark jokes.

Nevertheless, it brought him back to reality. His new objective was clear: become stronger, gain more power, and go back for Neve.

[Are you sure? The system can offer methods to minimize skin damage. Your grandfather slept with various organisms—with exotic private parts—so there’s a large archive of reference data.]

’Motherfucker’ He was about to rage-smash the window out of habit, but the mission tab flickered before he could even lift his hand:

[Congratulations, Owner. You will receive an additional reward for completing your first world.]

That lifted his mood a bit.

"Okay, spill the beans. What’s the reward?"

[DING!]

[Blueprint : Basic Bedroom X3]

[Blueprint : Basic Kitchen ]

[Blueprint : Basic Basement]

[Room Upgrader x1 ]

"Yes." He clenched his fist. There was something oddly satisfying about expanding this rundown motel.

[ALERT: New World Selected]

[Parameters: World in a terminal state of entropy. Night creatures hunt anything with heat or sound. ]

[Mission: Survive 30 Days. ]

[Establish base.]

[Recruit or save as many as possible.]

[Penalty for failure: Death.]

"Seriously? How did I leap from wooing a girl to dodging zombies in this end-of-the-world scenario? Did your operating system catch a virus or something?"

[Owner. The motel’s protective barrier will deactivate in less than twelve hours. Please prepare accordingly.]

"Shit. First, you give me the carrot—now you’re beating me with the damn stick. And it’s got nails in it!"

He knew complaining wouldn’t help, so he focused on the blueprints.

Soon, a window popped up—like a computer screen from a SIMS game.

It was a handy feature—he could see the motel clearly, along with a bedroom he could drag around at will. The layout adjusted as he moved things.

For the time being, he opted for a straightforward approach.

He added three additional rooms adjacent to the initial pair, elongating the motel to give it a more extended appearance.

Ultimately, he cleverly tucked the kitchen at the rear and ingeniously integrated the basement door within the confines of his office.

As soon as he pressed confirm, a swift whooshing noise reverberated around him.

It was as if an otherworldly craftsman, moving at superhuman speed, was orchestrating the entire renovation.

Before he knew it, everything was done.

"Damn. Talk about express building!"

He wondered if the delivery guy and the carpenter were the same person. If so, then he was dealing with a broke, blue-collar speedster.

Let’s be honest—there was no way someone that fast worked delivery just for fun. There had to be more to it.

The alternative scenario? His grandpa might have conjured up some magic to turn that dude into his personal minion.

If that was the case, he should count his lucky stars he wasn’t getting walloped at warp speed.

’I need to focus.’

He inspected each room—every single one lay barren, save for the kitchen, where a solitary countertop stood alone.

’The mission says to save survivors. So I should focus on increasing this place’s bed capacity.’

"Status"

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Property Name: Final Stop

Status: Furnished Motel

Rooms:

5 Basic Bedroom (Clean)

3 Bathrooms (Clean)

1 Kitchen

1 Basement

1 Small Store (Empty)

1 Office (Clean)

1 Small Supply Room

Special Rooms:

None

Property Market Value: 100 E-Coins

Property Debt: 12,000 E-Coins

Property Tax: 100 E-Coins per month

EC :540

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He let out a frustrated tsk, acknowledging the hefty sum he blew on those bullets

Sure, they packed more punch than the standard ammo and could even shatter a witch’s barrier—but they still weren’t worth the price tag.

The biggest culprit? The system’s warped and unjust pricing scheme.

’I need money.’

With a heavy heart, he opened the online marketplace.

To his surprise, the black tears were worth a fortune—each drop fetching 100 EC. With 112 at hand, he stood to gain a staggering 11,200.

Yet, joy eluded him. Far from it. He was acutely aware of the source of those tears—and the price Neve had paid for them.

’I need to know why these things are so expensive first. It might be important to her.’

By selling one, he unlocked its fundamental details.

[Black Tears: An item formed from the overwhelming agony of a snow woman. Each drop feels like thousands of needles piercing her heart—considered one of the purest forms of emotional pain in existence]

[These tears can be used to craft a Potion of Legendary Status or serve as a cooling agent in forging high-tier weapons.]

"I..." He paused. Calling it the purest form of pain in existence felt like way too much of a guilt trip.

"System? Did you have anything to do with this description?"

[Negative. The Online Marketplace is owned by a third-party network. All information there is based on collected data and verified by countless experts. If it states that it’s the purest form of emotional pain, then without a doubt—it is the purest form of pain.]

"So Neve..."

[Affirmative. Beyond reasonable doubt.]

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over him. Now he regretted ever learning about the Black Tears.

[Owner, if you want to save her, then you need to grow—fast.]

"Exactly. Just sitting and feeling guilty isn’t going to change a thing."

With that plan, he liquidated all his black tears. Now, he had sufficient funds to begin constructing defenses around the motel.

If he was right, the mission worked like a survival tower defense game—wave after wave of zombies will try to kill him, growing stronger and more numerous each day.

[DING!]

"What is it now?" He raised an eyebrow.

[Property Debt]

[Capital Deduction: -1000 EC][Interest Fee: -120 EC][Late Payment Fee: -2500 EC]

And just like that, he lost 3,620 EC.

"Goddamn it! Why do you always make my life harder?"

[Owner, the debt comes from a third-party source. Now that you have excess funds, payment was required to stop further late fees. Please understand—the system cannot upgrade itself while in debt.]

Once again, he was lost for words. The system always had an answer for everything—and the worst part? Somehow, it all made sense.

"2,500 EC for late payment fee? Why didn’t my grandfather pay this off before he died?"

[That information is classified. Please gain higher authority to access it.]

"Forget it." He shook his head.

Talking to the system any longer would just drive him insane.

One thing was clear—his grandfather was a psycho.

Leaving behind a system that seemed to enjoy bullying its new owner? That said enough about his character.

’Time for some shopping and renovation.’