Hands buried in his pockets, he looks at the bed.
Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath before letting it out.
'I suddenly feel tired.'
[Built up stress, host]
'Stress, huh?' He let out a scoff, a smirk tugging at his lips.
From the past few days, there was no way he could deny that. What he had been through was enough to make anyone lose it without the right mindset.
[5000 points acquired]
[Harem: 6186]
|Raw carnage level~84%+1%|
[Death]
'Ha! That was quick.' Hisha laughs at the boost he had gotten.
[You do not wish to return quickly?]
Shaking his head, he wiggles his brow at his user interface.
'I guess my plan is going well.'
[That was brutal, host!]
Getting to his feet, he paces about and rubs his chin at the thought of what he had instructed.
Giving a half-shrug, Hisha leans on the wall, 'putting up twenty-one ladies in the arena to save time will only make the tournament faster.'
[That just reduces the chance of creating distance between them, host]
'Two strikes, five strikes? Some should just accept their death.' Hisha retorts.
[You accepted to come here, not because you wish to assist Surie but as a means of escape]
Nodding his head, Hisha's smirk only increased at his true motives.
He had spoken briefly with Kritz. All he needed to do was allow the rest who hadn't picked their papers, to do so at the same time with the rest.
This would mean twenty-one harem members were called out. In a bid not to get his eyes and mind preoccupied with the ladies, he opted out for an escape route–Surie's low stamina after her little speed outburst.
'The more harem members in an arena, the more chaos.' Hisha cackles out loud.
Sealing his lips immediately he notices Surie turn in her sleep, he let out a sigh of relief when she smiles in her sleep.
[25000 points acquired]
[Harem: 6181]
|Raw carnage level~85%+5%|
[Death×5]
Wincing at the display in front of him, he holds half of his face, covering his mouth to stifle a laugh at how quick the deaths were in comparison to the previous contest.
'Kritz must have given out my information that shook them to the bones!'
[Dismembering if they failed to comply with the rule is quite...]
'Beautifully wicked? Pleasantly disgusting? Admirably unbelievable?'
[...]
'That's right, as I thought.' Hisha nods his head.
Yawn!
Smacking his lips, his eyes glanced over the body of Surie.
He tried his best to restrain a frown at the sight of her cleavage fully covered up by her armor. Instead, he takes solace in the curves of her wonderful butt that he can hardly get enough of.
'Fucking hell, why did she have to wear those damned tight shorts?!'
Shaking off the thought as it came, he had a double take on why his thoughts diverted so suddenly in that direction.
Holding onto his face, he shook his head. 'I am Hisha, yes! Not the previous host.'
[The previous host is Hisha, host]
HTC deadpans with a disapproving emoji.
Wiping down his face, Hisha cast a deadpanned look at the user interface, 'must you ruin my moment?'
[I operate to aid your desires]
Muttering under his breath, Hisha narrows his eyes at the interface and says. "It must have slipped your mind on what desires I want right now."
|Raw carnage level~90%+5%|
[Destruction]
Trying his best to occupy
himself with his work, Hisha began to question HTC on the results of his little ploy.
[It's still uncertain, host. Until the final winner]
'So, it seems like my plan works out.' Hisha mumbles with a nod to his words.
A small smile pulled at his lips, the only thing that matters now was the points he could accumulate strongest harem members with him.
Once the weak had been weeded out, he could probably concentrate on training the ones who had proven themselves to pass the first wave of the tournament.
He had also been curious as to how many of them would survive the next few months until they reached the final round.
This had also been in connection with harem increasing in their evolutions. It would be a difficult task to train ladies who are either willing to cohabit or are at each other's throats.
If anything happens, then he hoped the others could all work together with those who had shorter tempers and monstrous personalities.
[5000 points acquired]
[Harem: 6180]
|Raw carnage level~95%+10%|
[Gore]
'Heck yeah!' Hisha whooped in joy at getting one-ninth of his total value for his raw carnage level.
After the tournament, he plans to seek attention and death from those who would wish to underestimate him while in disguise for his next adventure.
Clearing his throat, he chuckles at how excited he had been for something that wasn't present for the time being.
[Take one at a time, host]
'I know.' Hisha nods his head.
Turning his attention to the door, he creates an invisible barrier on it to prevent intruders from gaining access and for safety precautions.
'I can't be caught unaware while taking a nap.'
[You can't die]
HTC deadpans, repeating lots of facepalming emojis.
[I don't sleep either, I can keep watch and wake you at the sight of an impossible danger]
Hisha winces at the words, uneasy and disturbed. 'As much as that's meant to calm me, it didn't.'
He couldn't get around the fact that he had a system that could stare at him while he sleeps, have sex, and clean up–in all facets of his life, he was reminded of the fact that he is watched closely by HTC.
[You are free to do what you want, host]
'I choose to put up a barrier, this isn't my room.' Hisha finalizes, taking his seat once more.
Making another separate one for Surie and then another for himself.
[What are you doing, host?]
'I need a bit of sleep, it wouldn't hurt to slack off a bit.'
[Is that alright, by you? While the tournament is on?]
'I've gotten seven deaths and the points that follow without being there. Today is an exception.'
HTC closes its display interface, accepting its host's decision.
Hisha cackles in mischief, adjusting and leaning forward, he rests on the edge of the bed and drifts off to sleep.
*****
Yawn!
[Welcome back host, you slept for 20 minutes. Would you like an update on all that happened during that time?]
'Obviously, yes.' Hisha replies, stretching out with a smile.
[Total number of points accumulated during the time frame: 35000]
[Number of harem lost/dead: 7]
[Number of harem competing/alive: 7]
[Raw carnage level: +42%]
[Harem: 6173]
Hisha stares at the stats for a while, digesting the information with keen interest.
In a span of that short while, the aggressive nature of one or more harem members had spiked up.
His curiosity was slowly getting the best of him as his desire to get the answers to what had happened and the level of carnage increased.
'I guess it's about time I return.'
His eyes looked down, focused on a sleeping Surie, instinctively he reached out for the first time.
Leaning down, he gently kisses Surie's forehead.
Her eyes fluttered open and looked up at him, her voice low and hushed. "L...Lord Hisha?"
An instinctive urge to caress hair took over and compels him to do so with a smile.
Wanting to strike up a conversation, he asks, "how are you feeling?"
"Like shit." She replies bluntly, letting out a low chuckle.
Placing his finger under her chin, he tilts her head upwards, kissing her on the lips.
[Exp+4]
"You're alive, you're safe, that's what matters." He murmurs against her lips.
[Why do I feel that's a part lie, host]
'Give me some breathing space, HTC!'
Surie blinks with a dazed look, smitten by his sudden display of affection towards her.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulls him closer for yet another.
Placing his hand on the side of the bed, he stops himself from following her lead.
His goal isn't to make out with her but to get back to the arena to catch a glimpse of what was left of the battle.
Surie felt a bit awkward and saddened by his refusal to kiss her again.
"Did I do something wrong, my lord?" She timidly asks, averting her gaze elsewhere.
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