Harem God- Dimensional Motel System-Chapter 81: Interactions With The Night Part 40

"Everyone, target the normal ones! Kana, you’re with me!" Luck’s shouted.

Defense team A scrambled into position behind the upper barricades.

They had added fences along the top of the wall, giving them cover so they could use their weapons safely.

Defense Team B, made up of the elderly and children, was assigned to carry supplies and keep the frontline stocked.

Bottles filled with fuel waited with cloth wicks, ready to burn.

"Ready... Set.... Throw!" Jun commanded.

More flames erupted just outside the walls, lighting up the area with bursts of heat and smoke.

Luck stood above the watch tower near the gate, eyes locked on the variants.

Kana joined him seconds later, already pulling an arrow from her pack. She didn’t say anything, just notched it and waited.

"Jumpers at two o’clock," Luck called. "Charge your shot. Aim on my mark."

"I’ll follow your lead," she added.

Tension behind the wall spiked—not just from the approaching horde, but from something no one expected.

Kana stood straight, her arrow glowing faint white.

She hadn’t shown this side of herself before. No one even knew she could control Ki.

Luck narrowed his eyes. "Now."

They fired.

Two sharp wooshing sounds cut the air.

The arrows blasted forward like bolts. A heartbeat later—two Jumpers leaping through the smoke had their skulls pierced, midair.

They didn’t just fall. They snapped backward, momentum lost instantly. Bodies crumpled with wet thuds.

The duo charged again, and the variants made a move.

They scattered in different directions, making it harder to land a hit. There were easily more than a dozen of them.

Luck saw it immediately. "Change your aim! Go for the body! Head’s too small and they’re moving too fast!"

"How about the big ones?" she inquired.

"Don’t worry about them. We can hit those easily. Focus on the Jumpers. If they jumped over the walls, a lot of people will die."

"Got it." Kana already adjusted.

Her next arrow flew low and struck the side of a sprinting infected.

It staggered, crashed into another, and both went down.

But because the charge time was short, the damage was minor compared to her earlier shot.

Still, it was enough to slow them down.

Luck’s arrows, however, hit harder. His Ki was stronger—more dominant.

When his arrow struck a variant’s torso, it exploded like a bomb.

The entire body blew apart, a brutal effect tied to his Demonic Giant Body.

Her eyes widened in shock. She thought she had started to catch up to him.

His growth was on a completely different level.

Meanwhile, the survivors cheered as they watched two of their own fight like superheroes. The sight fired them up and pushed their fear aside.

"More mutated variants coming from the north!" Dima shouted, panting for air.

"Head to the other side. I’ll take care of this," Luck told her.

She nodded and took off. She vaulted over debris like a trained parkour runner, weaving through obstacles with ease.

SWOOOSH!

Luck fired again, taking out another Jumper.

This time, he used only enough Ki to get the job done.

The fight didn’t look like it would end soon, and he had to conserve his energy for what was coming next.

He knocked another arrow. It hit a jumper in the head, causing a chain reaction as the infected behind tripped and fell.

Luck took the small delay and shifted his stance. Feet locked. Shoulders square.

He wasn’t just aiming anymore. He was tracking movement patterns, spacing, and gaps.

His body moved on its own. Fire. Draw. Fire again.

The shots weren’t flashy, but each one were headshots.

’No more jumpers.’

It was time to take out the bigger ones. Luck drew another arrow and charged his bow.

Two seconds... three... then he released.

The arrow exploded on impact, blasting through the variant’s head and dropping it instantly.

Without wasting time to celebrate, he drew another arrow and kept firing.

After ten more minutes, the number of zombies thinned out and became manageable.

Luck returned to the motel with Kana to rest and eat, giving them time to recover their Ki.

The others took the chance to drink water. The heat from the flames had raised the temperature across the area.

Some filled more bottles with gasoline, preparing for the next wave.

While this was happening, the survivors began to talk among themselves.

"Did you see Kana?" Peter said. "I didn’t know she was that strong."

"Yeah... maybe the boss gave her something?" Geo added, raising an eyebrow.

That caught the attention of the others nearby. A few looked at each other, then someone asked, "Wasn’t she just a normal girl before?"

More questions followed.

Fortunately, Jun stepped in before the rumors got out of hand.

He set down his water bottle and spoke loud enough for the small crowd to hear.

"She comes from a family of assassins. She’s been hiding her skills since the beginning."

A few people blinked, confused.

"That’s why she dodged the boss’s attack before," Jun added. "She’s trained for this kind of thing. Just didn’t want to stand out."

The group quieted. Some nodded slowly, now understanding why she moved the way she did.

"Wow," Dima muttered. "So she was holding back the whole time?"

"Guess we’ve been underestimating her," Samantha forced a smile.

The gap between them and Kana felt wider than ever.

Before, most thought she just got lucky—maybe the boss noticed her by chance.

But now, it was clear. She wasn’t just some quiet girl who happened to be pretty enough.

She was a powerhouse in her own right.

That realization left many of them stunned, unsure whether to feel inspired or left behind.

Jun gave a small shrug, trying to sound casual, but he had a reason for saying all this.

The way some had started whispering about Luck’s pills or strange powers—he needed to steer the talk away from that.

Better they focus on Kana’s background than dig into things they shouldn’t.

’I hope the boss teaches me how to control that white energy,’

The idea sending a spark of excitement through him.

Although he had gotten stronger too, he was still far below her level—by a wide margin.

Back inside the motel, Kana and Luck sat in silence, meditating.

Both focused on steadying their breathing, letting their Ki settle and recharge.

Their bodies were exhausted, but their minds stayed sharp. The next wave could come at any time.

Unexpectedly, Luck felt something stir deep in his navel.

It wasn’t just pain—but a strange pressure, like something trapped beneath the surface.

A dull throb pulsed there, growing stronger with each breath.

It felt as if a blockage sat in the center of his core, keeping something locked away.

’Wait... is this what I think it is?’

His eyes narrowed as the pressure in his core grew stronger, more focused.

’Am I reaching the second stage? But how?’

He hadn’t pushed for it. There was no ritual, no buildup—just battle, fatigue, and now this strange sensation.

It didn’t make sense. Advancing in Ki control usually took intense training and long time.

’Maybe it’s because of my genes?’

He remembered what the system mentioned before—something about inheriting his grandfather’s superior body.

’Yeah... that might be it. I mean, I’m basically the universe’s perfect specimen,’ he thought, smirking to himself.

’Can’t expect normal logic to apply to a god-gifted body like mine.’

’Next thing you know, I’ll be growing wings or shooting lasers from my eyes.’

He nearly chuckled but kept still—didn’t want to mess with the dramatic meditation vibe.

Unfortunately, after hours of meditation, nothing happened.

He was stuck—stranded at the very peak of the first stage, unable to break through. The feeling in his navel remained, but it wouldn’t budge.

Something was missing.

He opened his eyes, annoyed. ’So much for being the perfect specimen.’

Now he just felt like an idiot for bragging—even if it was only in his head.

Good thing he did not say anything out loud to Kana. If he had, he would be dying of embarrassment right now.

Sighing, he leaned back a little.

’Note to self: don’t count the chickens before they hatch.’

Kana noticed that he was in a bad mood.

"What happened?" she asked, leaning against his shoulder.

"Nothing much. Just a bit of stomach pain."

Kana didn’t press further. She rested her head gently, closing her eyes.

The warmth between them pushed away some of the tension in the air.

Luck glanced at her from the corner of his eye, thankful to have her as a partner in this world.

The support she gave earlier made a real difference.

Things wouldn’t have gone nearly as smoothly without their teamwork.

"There’s still no sign of the ranked assassins," he brought up the topic. "Maybe they don’t plan to attack us after all?"

Kana shook her head. "It’s better to stay cautious. I don’t trust any of them."

Her hatred and bias were clear, and it made him wonder if there was something she hadn’t told him yet.

Before he could ask, a series of knocks on the door snapped them out of the moment.

Jun’s voice followed. "Another wave’s coming. You need to see this."

Both stood up at once. Whatever break they had was over.

They followed him in silence, heading straight for the watchtower.

As they climbed the steps, Luck could already tell something was off. The survivors below looked tense.

At the top, Jun pointed out toward the east side. "They’re not just jumpers this time."

Luck raised his binoculars.

"What are those things?" he muttered aloud.

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