Harem God- Dimensional Motel System-Chapter 54: Interactions With The Night Part 13

Jun barely moved his lips. "All right, let’s see who really has the bigger skill issue."

He lunged forward with a feint so fluid even Luck’s eyes lost it for a split second.

’Shit—this guy’s legit,’

Luck thought, dodging just in time.

The next punch came as a blur, not at the face but aimed at his neck. Luck veered aside, yet Jun’s elbow still whipped in for the jaw’s knockout spot.

Luck met it with a palm block, only for Jun to spin and deliver a heel kick that nearly hit.

The yakuza kid kept going. Every move looked practiced, but they weren’t from just one style—a Muay Thai clinch turned into a judo grab, then a fake shoulder throw shifted into a tiger claw aimed at the eye.

Every strike was designed to injure—one slip and he would be picking teeth off the ground.

The onlookers didn’t dare breathe. Even the two on the ground, Peter and Geo, just watched, slack-jawed, as their friend’s attacks blurred into a single, continuous combo.

No one expected Jun to be this skilled—mostly because he kept to himself.

Thinking back, it made sense. Jun had always been calm, even with zombies nearby. He’d saved them more times than they could remember.

But it also made something else clear—Luck wasn’t just keeping up; he was adapting fast. Each move came smoother, like his body was learning in real time.

"Damn, you’re good." Luck chuckled, finally getting the timing . "Are you one of those guys in Korean manhwa who’s just naturally great at fighting? Or do you have some kind of system that gives you skill cards ?"

Jun didn’t respond. Too focused on landing a hit.

"My turn now," Luck said, a grin forming. "Time to show you what it looks like when a true genius steps in—the kind you’re born as, not made."

He mirrored the same set of strikes Jun had used—but his came in sharper, tighter, and faster, each move had been refined down to its most dangerous form.

By the ninth exchange Jun’s blocks got sloppier, and by the tenth—he went down, flat-backed, air punched clean from his lungs.

Luck didn’t deliver the final blow. He stepped back, giving his opponent a second to breathe.

"You might’ve stomped a lot of thugs, but compared to me, you’re still a greenhorn."

"How are you this good at fighting?" Jun asked, still trying to make sense of what just happened.

"Easy. I was trained in a very specific set of skills as a kid. While you were fighting thugs at ten, I was taking down terrorists."

That was an obvious lie—but in a place like this, with enough confidence and the right attitude, he could be anything he claimed to be.

Now his fake identity, as a special forces soldier, carried even more weight. He had to make sure everyone understood—it was smarter to stay on his good side.

"You fought well. I don’t give compliments often, so feel honored." Luck offered his hand, and the young man took it—half proud, half embarrassed.

"Please take us in," Jun begged. He was sure now—they’d have a real chance at surviving in this base.

"Well, I was going to say no, but you proved you’re capable. So I’ll take all of you in—but on one condition."

There was a moment of silence between the two groups.

Geo, Peter, and the rest of the girls were quietly hoping they could stay—being with someone like Luck meant safety.

Some of the girls were even starting to crush on him. After seeing how he fought, it was hard not to be drawn in. His strength was overwhelming—like nothing could touch him.

"I’ll do anything, as long as it’s reasonable," Jun replied.

"You’re the team leader for your group. It’s your job to keep everyone in line. I don’t like being questioned—when I give an order, you follow."

"Yes, sir," Jun nodded.

"Sir is too much," Luck replied with a straight face. "I’m a very humble person—so just call me Big Boss."

Everyone nearly gagged at how shameless he was—but no one dared to say anything.

"Open up!" he commanded.

The gate opened, and once inside, Luck motioned for everyone to line up. He crossed his arms and gave them a firm look.

Now that he got a closer look, the girls were all high quality—not just in looks, but in how they carried themselves. They still had that sense of self-preservation, a line they hadn’t crossed.

Not like Yuna, who already adapted to this world by using her body as a commodity.

"I’m not promising anything, but my team is already out there, trying to rescue a doctor who might have the cure for this outbreak. So until they get back, we hold the line and stay ready."

The new group’s eyes widened, and a few of them started asking questions. But Luck raised a hand to stop them.

"Wait—seriously?" Geo asked, stepping forward.

"Is it true?" Peter added, voice low but urgent.

The questions stopped before they fully formed.

"I can’t say more. It’s classified. What matters is we survive until they return. That’s your job now. Understand?"

There was a hint of hope now, something they hadn’t felt in a while.

Luck had just shown a level of skill that was beyond anything they understood. If someone like him said a cure was out there, then maybe it was true. freeweɓnovel-cøm

Lying didn’t seem like something he needed to do—he was strong enough to lead without it.

Luck quickly shifted the topic. "Make sure you all speak clearly and introduce yourselves. I need to know what you’re good at so I can assign the right jobs."

A girl with her black hair neatly tied back and eyes brimming with confidence stepped forward.

Geo noticed the intensity of her look immediately, and it stirred an uneasy feeling within him.

"Samantha. I was part of the Wellness Club. Helped out at a small clinic as a volunteer. I know basic first aid—and some of the more advanced stuff too."

Luck raised an eyebrow. "You’re on med duty then."

She nodded but looked a little disappointed by his lackluster reply.

It was intentional because there was no better way to break their trust in him than by stealing their girlfriends in the open.

Following her, a girl with a reserved demeanor and glasses gently approached.

"I’m Kana," she introduced herself with a soft voice. Her eyes, partially hidden behind her eye glasses.

"I was the student council treasurer. I helped organize events, manage money, and oversee supplies." As she spoke, her confidence grew subtly, like the steady rhythm of a drumbeat. "I’m good at keeping things in order,"

Luck gave a short nod. "We’ll need that."

Next came the pink-haired girl. "Reina Kim. I helped my grandparents on their farm every summer. I know how to grow vegetables and take care of animals."

"Oh really? I thought you were just a top member of the liar’s club," Luck teased her for trying to fool him earlier.

She bowed her head and apologized softly, admitting she was just desperate.

"Alright, I’ll forgive you. But from now on, no more lies. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s liars—they’re just pieces of trash who take advantage of people’s trust."

They all looked at him with new respect. He sounded too convincing.

Soon, he turned to the boys. Though he had fought them, he only knew their names.

"Jun Lee. I trained in different martial arts growing up—taekwondo, judo, boxing and more. Mostly because my dad worked for shady people, so I ended up with a lot of enemies even as a kid."

Luck gave a small nod, sensing Jun was hiding something. He didn’t press and moved on to the next.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "Peter Smith. I was on the track and field team—fast, good reflexes. But my main thing’s boxing. Trained for years, competed in a few tournaments too."

"You’re good at running? That works. I’ll assign you to the scavenger team."

"Next," he called out.

The blonde young man stepped up. "Geo Adams. I trained in taekwondo. Not just as a hobby—I took it seriously. Regional-level stuff. I’ve also got the size and strength to back it up."

Luck looked over the three of them. "Wait here."

He walked off without another word and came back a few minutes later, carrying a bundle of spears—some made from scrap metal, others with wooden shafts and sharpened tips.

"You guys can fight, that’s clear. But fists won’t do much against a horde,"

"When zombies start climbing the wall, I want you to use these spears to push them back."

They all nodded, understanding the logic. A spear had longer reach, which meant they could attack the dead without getting too close.

"More importantly" Luck pointed toward a set of makeshift targets, "all of you need to learn how to use a bow. So train while the sun’s still up. The more you miss now, the less you’ll miss when it counts."

Yuna and Dima picked up the bows lying in the corner and began teaching. The three boys caught on quickly, but the girls needed a few more tries.

While this went on, Luck sat in the corner, his eyes blank as he stared at the party window.

’Are these stats for real?’

[Affirmative Owner]

’How? I thought this was just a normal world that happened to get a zombie outbreak?’

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Author’s Note: Some personal business disrupted my usual schedule, but it will be back on track tomorrow.

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