Harem God- Dimensional Motel System-Chapter 77: Interactions With The Night Part 36

Inside the dimly lit office, Luck kicked off his boots and dropped heavily onto his chair.

Excited, he began sorting through the loot he had painstakingly collected.

Well, technically, it was the survivors who did all the searching and hauling . Still, they needed him, so it was basically his.

What belongs to him was his, and what belongs to others was also his — Very easy to understand.

Lifting up the gold bar first, its surface still gleaming faintly despite being smudged with dirt and dried blood.

Luck weighed it in his palm, feeling a bittersweet heaviness. He eagerly checked its value on old battered laptop.

Only 5 EC each.

A scoff escaped his lips. "As expected, these things are almost useless."

In a normal world, this amount of gold could buy a sprawling mansion or an endless fleet of luxury cars.

But here? Gold was about as valuable as scrap tin.

Humanity had far bigger problems than hoarding precious metals.

Moving on to the jewelry and other valuables.

Necklaces studded with rubies, sapphire-encrusted rings, a diamond tiara that might have belonged to some fallen noble family.

Luck scrutinized each piece, running his fingers across cold, intricate metalwork, trying to appreciate the lost elegance.

Each piece fetched a measly 1 to 3 EC.

’Disappointing... but at least I have many of them,’ he sighed, pushing the pile aside after logging the credits.

His hands moved swiftly, almost mechanically, as he checked the next assortment of items

The last category consisted of oddities and personal effects: vintage watches, old comic books sealed in plastic, and an antique revolver.

None of it fetched more than a few ECs, but it all added up.

Hours slipped by as he continued liquidating every last piece.

When the final screen flashed Transaction Complete, he leaned back and massaged his temples.

’That should do for now...’ Luck thought, cracking his knuckles.

There was still a ton of stuff waiting to be scavenged outside.

’For now... I need to get stronger.’

His fingers danced across the laptop keys.

The old machine whirred and hummed as if protesting its own obsolescence.

He paid the initial 1,000 EC. It stung a little, so he treated it as an investment to minimized the pain.

Finally, the black screen blinked and loaded the familiar, marketplace,

An endless catalog of techniques unfolded before him, each entry radiating with its own mystique.

Sword arts, spell formations, martial body modifications, ethereal resonance chants—there were thousands upon thousands of options.

There were techniques fueled purely by mana — elegant, versatile, and often tied to elemental or arcane forces.

Others relied on ki, channeling inner life force into unstoppable punches, rapid movement , or aura shields that could repel even cannon fire.

There were countless others, each belonging to a different system of power — so many that simply listing them all would take him an entire day.

He tried clicking on one of them.

A large red banner read: [Foundation Mastery Required!]

[One must at least have the proper foundation to gain access to the technique.]

[Mana: 150,000 EC]

[Ki: 50,000 EC]

[Chi: 80,000 EC]

[Spirit Power : 220,000 EC]

[Elemental Energy: 250,000 EC]

[Soul Force : 280,000]

Luck scowled. ’Tsk, I knew it... This system never makes it easy.’

If there was a redeeming factor, it was that he already had some mastery over using ki, which saved him a lot.

Mana, on the other hand, was still greyed out — he needed more training before he could unlock it.

Sure, he could buy it directly, but that was an absolute rip-off.

Scrolling deeper, he spotted listings for ki-related techniques

Heaven’s Piercing Sword Art — 300,000 EC

Celestial Shadow Merge Technique — 450,000 EC

Phoenix Rebirth Regeneration — 600,000 EC

Temporal Blade Dance — 800,000 EC

World Devouring Fist — 1,000,000 EC

’Way above my budget,’ he thought, jaw tightening.

He applied a filter to narrow down the techniques to those costing less than 8K EC.

A new list slid in, far more manageable:

Quick Steps — 6,500 EC

It allowed burst movement over short distances, but in exchange, the ki required was astronomical.

Thousand Layered Palm — 4,000 EC

A rapid-fire palm technique that delivered dozens of strikes in an instant, overwhelming opponents with sheer speed. However, it lacked power behind each hit, making it less effective against tougher enemies.

Ocean Wave Strike — 5,500 EC

A fluid, sweeping attack that sent a ripple-like shockwave forward, knocking back multiple foes. While impressive for crowd control, its actual damage output was mediocre, and it consumed more ki than expected.

Demonic Giant Body — 8,000 EC

Temporarily boosts the user’s strength and durability without sacrificing speed. However, it’s extremely difficult to master without proper constitution.

He paused at Flash Steps, intrigued.

’It’s good, but I’m already quick. What I really need is raw firepower... and durability.’

His gaze drifted down to Demonic Giant Body.

Luck clicked it open. A scroll of text unfolded, detailing its origin and power.

Its benefits were staggering: massive increase in muscle density, a skeletal structure likened to compressed diamond, organs that could survive poisons.

Luck’s lips curled into a grin. ’It’s the most useful one in this price range.’

A wooshing sound filled the room, like a gust of wind whistling through a canyon.

Suddenly, a battered old book appeared on the table.

Its leather cover was cracked and weathered, the pages yellowed with age.

Strange demonic runes crawled across the front like worms, shifting as if alive.

Reaching out, his fingertips brushed the cover.

Immediately, a system notification chimed in his head:

[Do you want to destroy the book so the content can be directly injected into your brain?]

[Perks: +1000% comprehension]

"Hey, system — what does this mean?"

[Owner, this is a special function of the system, accessible only to you. Activating it will greatly accelerate your learning speed.]

"What’s the catch?" he said, eyebrow arching. He knew all too well the system wouldn’t offer him such benefits without strings attached.

[There is a 2% chance of sustaining brain damage.]

"Shit! I knew it — you’re trying to kill me!"

[Negative. Owner possesses one of the most resilient minds in the universe, thanks to being related to your godlike grandfather. Thus, such danger is negligible.]

Luck sighed. "You’re glazing him again."

There was no response.

’Two percent isn’t that bad,’ he muttered, trailing off as he weighed his options.

Despite being a genius, he doubted that he could learn a body cultivation technique within a year.

And right now, he needed to grow stronger quickly because of the threat posed by those ranked assassins.

"Fuck it. Let’s do this the fast way."

He firmly pressed [Destroy Book], and the cover immediately burst into black flames.

Dark tendrils of energy shot upward, twisting and writhing before slamming straight into his skull.

"FUCCCCCCK!" He let out a pained scream, his whole body convulsing.

Then, flashes of information flooded into him — not just the contents of the book, but the entire history woven into its pages.

He heard a click — and then everything went dark.

When he came to, he realized he was seeing through someone else’s eyes.

He couldn’t move or speak; he was merely a silent observer, forced to watch everything race by like a movie stuck on fast-forward.

A young boy sprinted desperately. As he arrived at the center of town, everyone looked down on him — literally.

All the men in his age towered over him, each one at least twice his size.

Even the smallest among them dwarfed him completely, their shadows falling over him like looming mountains.

And then there were the adults. Most of them stood at a staggering ten feet tall. The women weren’t far behind, each easily eight feet tall, their builds almost as imposing as the men’s.

This wasn’t an ordinary town — it was the ancestral territory of the famous Giant Clan.

They bore that name with pride, passed down for countless generations because of their unique body constitution.

The scene changed again.

Mocked and cast out, the boy made a decision that would shape the rest of his fate.

At sixteen, an age when his peers were already crushing stone with bare fists and wrestling wild beasts as rites of passage, he was leaving to seek his own path — alone.

He wandered the Bahamian desert under blistering suns, through sandstorms that could peel flesh from bone.

Starving and hallucinating, he stumbled upon a demonic clan’s settlement and was taken in by their fierce leader.

Unlike in his hometown, where he was constantly belittled for his small stature, the people of the demonic clan looked at him eye to eye — both in terms of height and physical build.

But if anyone dared to think they were weaker simply because they were smaller, they would soon meet a dog’s death — swift and merciless.

They embraced agony as an honored companion, welcoming every scar and every broken limit as a step toward transcendence.

Through this relentless cycle of destruction and rebirth, they gained explosive power that even the mighty Giant Clan feared.

In the martial world, power was the only truth — and the demonic clan embodied it.

The scene changed again.

Under the ruthless tutelage of the demonic clan, the boy began his metamorphosis.

Day after day, he trained under conditions so brutal they would have broken the spirit of any ordinary warrior.

In just ten short years — a blink in the life of the martial world — he rose from a ridiculed exile to a living legend.

He was granted the title of Demonic Great King, a rank second only to the clan leader himself.

To earn this honor, he had to defeat every elder and high-ranking warrior who dared stand in his way, leaving trails of scorched earth and corpses behind him.

Finally, in the last stage of his life, he rose to become the new clan leader — the highest peak of power and authority within the demonic clan

At that pinnacle, he also achieved his lifelong dream: merging the Demonic Rage Body Technique he had mastered with the ancient giant body refinement method he learned from his deceased father.

From this fusion was born a new, unparalleled martial art — the Demonic Giant Body Technique, a testament to his journey, his pain, and his unyielding will to transcend every limit.

BOOOOOM!

Luck’s ki erupted in a violent surge, flooding the room .

His entire body trembled as he entered an enlightened state — a level of understanding possible only when one truly grasped a technique’s essence beyond its surface form.

Thanks to those intense, vivid images burned into his mind, he felt as though he truly connected with the original creator of the technique.

When he opened his eyes, his breathing became heavier and more forceful, like a deep rumble.

’Amazing... this technique is on a different level,’

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