Harem Points System: Every Touch Counts!-Chapter 34: Skill Plunder!

[YOU’VE KILLED AN E-RANKED BEAST]

[Your existence has been strengthened]

Seeing this notification, Xavier sighed. There’s still so much about this world I don’t know. While he could ask about all this, now was not the right time.

’Yay Xavier! You’ve killed your first beast!’

Xavier smiled.

Lily. It had been long since they’d conversed... and honestly, he missed her voice.

Her current words might seem a bit childish, but he could feel her emotions. With the effect of his class Celestial Patriarch, he could practically feel the emotions of all his harem members—both mortals and goddesses alike. Distance didn’t matter, so currently, he could feel it... she was genuinely happy for him.

Her affection for him was at 100%, just like Seraphina’s and Celene’s after he fucked them to oblivion. But the difference between them and Lily was that—Lily’s affection had been at a hundred right from the start. There was no need for sex.

She genuinely loved him... obsessed with him. The fact that she spoke to him now meant she had always been watching over him—when he teased Celene, when he massaged Seraphina, when he conquered them both—and now, as he killed his first beast... she’s always there, watching, always loving.

He smiled at this thought. He really is a lucky guy—managing to make the Goddess of Lust fall for him without even doing anything.

Xavier smiled again as he heard her voice once more...

’I have the perfect gift for you, my love...’

[You’ve been blessed by Lily, The Lust Incarnate. The Goddess of Lust]

[You’ve gained the S-Ranked skill: SKILL PLUNDER]

[It grants you a 50% chance of gaining a skill from a slain enemy]

’Perfect, Lily. Just what I needed at the moment.’

’Anything for you, my love. You would’ve gotten a better version if not for how much this world’s Will is restricting me.’

Xavier sighed. ’I understand... this much is enough for now.’

’You can use harem points to upgrade it when you gain enough. That’s the only way I can help you indirectly...’

Xavier nodded, then focused back on his surroundings.

The forest ahead seemed quiet, but he knew better than to let his guard down. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and wet foliage, rich and heavy, almost intoxicating. The faint rustling of leaves above and the subtle creaks of wood suggested the presence of other creatures watching from afar.

He advanced, his steps light, silent. His eyes constantly scanned the shadows, every leaf, every flicker of movement. The dungeon was a perilous place—unpredictable and wild—but Xavier felt that thrill rush through him. The promise of danger. The hunger for power. The reward that waited at the end of carnage.

He moved stealthily from tree to tree, using the dense foliage as cover, his breath controlled, his posture low.

The faster he cleared this dungeon, the better.

The dungeon floor was small—only about fifteen square kilometers—so it made sense to assume the center would host the most beasts. He had encountered the first goblin only a few meters into the dungeon, so it stood to reason that more of the goblin guards—likely of the Wild Beast rank—were patrolling the outskirts.

Reaching the spot where he had killed the first goblin, he began to circle around the center toward the right, hoping to find more guards. A sense of urgency pressed into his chest—he couldn’t afford to waste time.

As he moved deeper into the forest, he heard faint whispers—like murmurs carried on the wind. He paused. Listened. Focused.

Were those just rustling leaves... or something else?

The silence that followed was eerie. It wrapped around him like a veil, only broken by the swaying branches overhead. Still, he pressed forward. His senses were sharpened, every nerve on edge. The true test of the dungeon hadn’t even begun.

The whispers returned, louder now—more defined. He could make out snippets of conversation in the goblins’ guttural tongue. Several voices. A small patrol, perhaps.

’Perfect,’ Xavier thought, his eyes narrowing with purpose.

He crept forward, the forest floor soft beneath his boots. Up ahead, through a gap in the leaves, he saw them—a group of goblins huddled near a crude fire pit, engrossed in heated discussion.

They hadn’t noticed him.

In the center, five goblins crouched around a flickering flame. Their twisted faces caught in the dim light, sharp fangs glinting as they barked at one another in their harsh tongue. Xavier crouched behind a thick bush, his eyes never leaving them.

He needed a plan.

While the goblins continued their bickering, unaware of the silent predator stalking them, Xavier’s mind worked fast. He needed to be quick. Precise. Patience was key, but time was bleeding fast.

His grip on the dagger tightened—fingers flexing around its worn hilt.

He moved in a wide arc, circling the clearing, positioning himself for a better angle. The thought of waiting for them to separate crossed his mind, but it was dumb. It would waste too much time. No—he had to face them now.

The first goblin, slightly apart from the rest, sat hunched as it sharpened a bone knife. Its back was turned.

’This is my chance,’ Xavier thought, eyes locked in.

He edged closer, crouching behind a thick tree trunk, planning his path. The rest were too close together. If he wasn’t fast enough, he’d alert them all.

His breathing slowed. His muscles relaxed. Movements fluid, sensual in their grace—like a beast ready to pounce.

He crept forward.

The goblins were too lost in their conversation to notice the shadow closing in. And when they did—it was too late.

With one swift motion, Xavier struck—the dagger slicing through the goblin’s neck. The blade sank in deep. No time for it to scream. Its mouth opened but made no sound as it slumped lifelessly.

Xavier’s heart clenched for a second—this time not from fear, but from coldness. The dagger was sharper than he expected, easily cutting through the goblin’s thick neck bones. Even these E-Rank beasts couldn’t resist it.

He wiped the green blood from the blade, his eyes fixed on the remaining goblins who hadn’t noticed a thing yet.

The real hunt had just begun.