Harem Tournament of Champions

Getting a flashback of a green symmetrical triangular ornament outlined in gold of three interlaced arcs on a circle, he shook his head to get back to reality.

'What the hell was that?' He questions, shaking from several flashes of hooded figures surrounding the previous host.

To him, something wasn't right with what he had seen, nor did he like the visions. The previous host was caught in something that seemed vague to him just like the previous memory about Dalsa.

[Until you've regained 70% of the original host's memory, that information is outside your jurisdiction]

'Again? Wasn't the information I had been given meant to be out of my jurisdiction?' Hisha sarcastically questions with a raise of his brows.

The user interface switched back to its bright transparent blue and the upbeat voice of HTC returned.

[Those surface answers were all you're entitled to, for now, host]

HTC put up a deadpan emoji.

Hisha could tell whatever the secret organization was, it had induced his system to go dark with the information–this could only mean it was more than dark news that was more dangerous than he expected.

All of this would have been a lot easier if he had not been restricted by the Celestials.

Making a strangulating gesture in the air, "all that's needed is to snap her sweet little neck from that banging body–"

Hisha facepalms at his words, clearly missing the point of his anger as his thoughts trail to her barely-covered nipples.

'Fuck this shit!' He sneers at the thought.

All he needed was to train the selected harem on how to ward and kill Yoru.

Remembering what had made him stop time, he looks back at Kritz who had made more improvements than the previous time he had watched him.

Unlike the slight movement of his fingers, he had his hands in near clenched fists.

'He's making improvements and countering my time manipulation.' Hisha points out.

[He's evolving slowly, host]

'Evolving...' Hisha repeats, wondering if it could also happen to him.

[You can evolve after every 10th increase in your level, host]

'What's my status now?'

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[Name: Lord Hisha]

[Level: 1007]

[Height: 185cm]

[Position: Supreme Overlord]

[Ability: Replicate]

[Sux: 969/1000]

[Meretrix: 3]

[Points: 181000]

[Exp:44]

[Total number of your harem: 6188]

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Rubbing his chin, he smiles at the spark of hope that was opened to him. "Just three more levels and my desire points are almost complete."

Rubbing his hands together, he cackles at the thought of milking those desire points by going on a lustful spree with his harem members.

"I can wait." His voice flattens at the thought of not engaging in mindless sex except it was to meet up with new meretrixs.

[Ri....ight]

"So what you're trying to tell me is that the Zorpha evolved drastically through some technique by the trio and the reason it could easily counter my time manipulation.'

[You're improving in your cognitive development]

'I'll take that as a compliment.'

The moment Kritz makes a clench, Hisha jumps back in slight shock, inhaling and exhaling as he moves back to his seat.

Deactivating his hold, he watches as things slowly return to the temporary hold of Surie.

Kritz was quick to sense something strange had happened and looked back at Hisha.

His eyes are wide from the gut feeling that Hisha had been close to him and definitely not sitting there all the while.

Hisha's poker face made it difficult for him to deduce what he had felt a few seconds ago.

"Any issue, Kritz?" Hisha raises a brow in question.

Shaking his head in a no, Kritz turns his attention back to the arena.

'That was close.' Hisha chuckles in his thoughts.

[I don't see anything wrong in excluding him from the time manipulation]

'I can control who I want to be frozen in time?'

HTC put up a facepalming emoji, with it scrolling countless 'tsk'.

*****

Surie leans over Joslin as she gives one final whisper, "can you now feel what it's like to be dead by your weapon?"

Joslin's eyes went wide as she felt her breath get cut short.

She pulls the head of Joslin off her body as the blood splatters out of the severed neck.

[5000 points acquired]

[Harem: 6187]

"Surie Holt wins the fourth round!" Kritz announces in a loud voice.

|Raw carnage level~74%+10%|

[Gore]

Getting to her feet, Surie tosses the shard off her hand.

Clutching on it, Surie tries her best to ignore the throbbing pain of her injury.

[Duel: 3]

[Number of possible harems participating: 21]

[Victories: 4]

[Points accumulated during the tournament: 115000]

Watching Surie walk out slowly from the arena, she was stopped by Hisha's call.

Looking above, she had a weak smile as she witnessed Hisha call out to her.

[Exp+3]

With her Sux severely drained, her vision begins to cloud and her heart thumps with each step.

Seeing the struggle she was going through, Hisha teleports in front of her

Making an appearance in front of Surie, he opens his hands, nodding to hers.

Surie looks at his hands in awe.

"My... my hands are bloody and dirty, my lord." She stammers, looking at the floor, skeptical about going through with his plans.

Shaking his head, he reaches out to take hers, observing how deep the cut had been.

He had realized she had been given odd stares and from the looks of the victory, she had no emotional support friend that could cheer her up.

'It's only fair I help out, it wouldn't be best to let you bleed for this long.'

[Ability: heal]

Surie's eyes bulge in disbelief at how her ruptured skin slowly closes and heals until traces of the past injury were gone.

[26 Sux exhausted]

Surie stares at her healed hands with teary eyes. "Thank–"

Succumbing to her Sux depletion, she falls back but is easily caught by Hisha.

There was a loud collective gasp from the rest as the majority around got to their feet to get a better glimpse of what had happened.

'It knocked her out.' Hisha jokes, caressing her hair and scooping her into his arms.

Looking over his shoulder, he was more than glad that Kritz could easily tell that his attention was needed.

Appearing beside Hisha, Kritz bows his head. "My lord..."

Through the corner of his lips, Hisha whispers, "carry on without me, put the other part in plan, I'd like to know how that goes."

With a nod of understanding, Kritz forced a little smile in admiration.

[Charm+10]

Opening up a portal to the infirmary, Hisha walks in without another word.

*****

In the infirmary,

Walking through the hallway, he kicks open the door.

Bang!

[You had to just do that?]

'I come in with a bang!' Hisha proudly responds with his head raised high.

The nurses all line in front of the door to greet with a bow.

Hisha scoffs and gives a response with a grunt.

"To what do we owe our lord?" One of the nurses dressed in white uniform steps in.

Hisha's brows twitch, agitated by the absurdity of the question.

[Don't do it, host!]

HTC warns, skeptical about the silence that had followed.

"I came to check if you assist infirmed ones." Hisha deadpans with a poker face.

The nurse gulped, understanding her mistake as three other nurses whispered at her lack of reasoning she had done in questioning Hisha.

Quick to correct herself, she switches her approach, "I apologize, my lord. We have lots of beds and nurses who could care for her."

The moment she had said this, the rest scurried about to get the needed equipment to set up a pleasant environment for Surie.

Ignoring them, he scans the area and gets a glimpse of a bed at the far right of the room.

Gently placing her on the bed, he pulls a chair and sits down next to Surie's side.

One of the nurses who stayed behind adjusts the bedsheet and cleans the little area around the bed.

Her actions are uneasy and in a daze, as she steals glances at Hisha.

"Does she need any meds?" Hisha inquires as he looks up at the nurse.

Slipping on the wet rag used on a shelf, she falls to the floor with a thud.

Immediately getting to her feet, she masks her awkward moment with a light chuckle and an apology while wiping off the dust from her uniform.

"All she needs is rest, my lord." The nurse responds politely, clearing her throat.

With a wave of his hand in dismissal, he says. "That will be all, I appreciate the time spent."

[Charm+15]

Nodding her head at his words with a smile, the nurse left to inform the healers.

Click!

Hisha's face was stoic, watching Surie sleep peacefully.

'You have a dangerous personality too, but sadly you aren't yandere.'

Sigh!