Harem God- Dimensional Motel System-Chapter 78: Interactions With The Night Part 37

’I just need to cultivate it to the first stage’

To even start, he had to lift a seven hundred kg barbell without using any ki.

That was a lot, even for him. His build was lean, not thick like those lifters who spent years training to carry massive loads.

Even the strongest of them could barely handle five hundred kilos

Although the original practitioner had used old-style tools, the main idea stayed the same.

Fortunately, he got something that would help a lot—training weights he could adjust at will.

And the good part was that the effect multiplied, so it worked wonders.

This was also why he chose body cultivation techniques that forced his muscles to the limit.

He set each one to fifty kilos, so a total of two hundred fifty kilos pressed down on him.

Immediately, he dropped to his knees.

’Shit!’

Without using ki, the weight was too much to stand. Still, he held on and endured it.

Luck lowered himself into a push-up. His arms shook as the weight settled onto his shoulders, sinking his palms into the floorboards.

It felt like his bones might snap at any moment.

He inhaled slow, deep pulls of air, filling his lungs until his ribs felt close to cracking.

While holding that breath, he clenched every muscle in his body, locking his elbows and tightening his abdomen until it felt like his bones were grinding together.

Ten breaths — that was the target. Each one would compress his muscles and push his bones to adapt.

He started the count in his head.

One...

Two...

BANG!

He landed face-first on the ground. The weight was just too much.

’Fuck, I overdid it,’

Realizing his mistake, he lowered the weights to thirty kilos each.

One...

Two...

Sweat dripped from his forehead, pooling under him. Every second felt like it stretched into hours.

Three...

Four...

His arms quivered harder, but he refused to collapse.

He could feel the ki in his dantian rising up to meet the strain, swirling through his veins in slow waves.

But he held it back, stopping it from spreading through his body. Using it now would ruin the training.

When he reached the tenth breath, his arms shook so badly he couldn’t keep them steady anymore.

He then sat in a meditative position.

The technique’s steps were clear in his mind.

Slow breaths helped settle his heartbeat while he focused on his navel.

Ki began to rise in steady waves, moving out into his torn muscles and strained bones.

The energy worked through each tiny crack and tear, sealing the damage bit by bit. It repaired him without making his muscles swell too large.

That balance was the real strength of this technique.

It built the Giants’ durability and the Demonic Clan’s explosive power without turning his body bulky.

Honestly, he wasn’t a fan of looking like some guy pumped full of horse steroids, so this worked out just fine for him.

After recovering, he moved into another position, this time dropping into a squat to train his hips and legs.

"Round two," he muttered under his breath.

Hours passed in steady cycles of training. He only paused when zombies drifted too near the motel.

After he finished clearing them out, he came back to his office, legs aching with every step.

He looked over at Kana, who was sorting supplies near the doorway.

"I don’t want to be disturb tonight."

Kana raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue.

[Congratulations! You have survived Night 6]

[Survivors 31/31]

[Daily Rewards]

[310 EC - Survivor Allowance]

Luck ignored the notification. He hadn’t really slept much since last night.

For some reason, even though his body was worn out, he still felt a strange energy buzzing under his skin.

The exhaustion and vitality mixed together, keeping him wide awake.

A knock came from the door, it was Kana.

"Babe, just lead the group for now," he called out without looking up.

"I’m in the middle of something very important. Tell them to scavenge more supplies today and finish digging the hole around the base."

Kana nodded once before heading off to work without another question.

Luck waited until he could no longer sensed her.

He took one last deep breath and settled into a cross-legged position. His hands rested on his knees, palms up, as he closed his eyes.

The ki inside his dantian felt thicker now. He guided it out, letting it flow through every inch of his body.

The feeling built faster than before—like a dam about to burst.

A shiver ran down his spine. Heat spread through his chest and limbs, growing hotter until it felt like his blood was turning to steam.

’I need to endure it,’

His heart hammered in his ears. The pressure climbed higher and higher, then snapped all at once.

Black liquid started seeping from his pores, sliding down his arms and chest.

The smell hit him a second later... rotten, like old meat left in the sun.

He grimaced but didn’t stop the flow.

This was part of it—the impurities being forced out.

More black sludge oozed down his back and soaked into the floor.

The heat inside him cooled bit by bit as the last of the waste left his body.

When it was over, he exhaled deeply. His muscles no longer felt torn and raw.

Instead, his body was dense, solid all the way through.

When he looked down, he noticed the difference right away.

His muscles kept a dense, solid shape without becoming oversized..

Dark lines ran under the skin, branching like veins. They pulsed faintly with ki, making every part of him look rugged.

He flexed his hand. Even that small motion sent a ripple of power through his arm.

’Amazing. Just the first stage alone actually tripled my strength.’

’f I’m already this strong at the first stage, then what happens when I reach the tenth one?’

In his memory, the original practitioner of this technique could destroy an entire mountain with a single punch.

Of course, he wasn’t anywhere close to that yet.

Besides, reaching the first stage was only easy thanks to his bonus comprehension and the enlightenment from the memory.

The higher he climbed, the harder and longer it would take to move forward.

For example, even though he managed to reach the first stage in one day, he would probably need a week to get to the second stage.

After that, it might take a month just to break into the third stage without any external help.

He lifted his arm and took a cautious sniff. His face twisted in disgust. ’I need a shower. I smell like a dead animal,’

Casually, he made his way to the small bathroom tucked in the corner of the office.

The pipes groaned as he turned the faucet, and cold water spilled over his head and shoulders.

The freezing stream stabbed at his skin, then slowly cooled the heat left behind.

Scrubbing away the thick black grime, he watched it swirl down the drain in dark streaks.

Once he was clean, he stood there for a minute, letting the water run over him until his breathing slowed.

The tension in his muscles eased. Still, the deep ache reminded him he had only finished the first step.

What waited ahead would be a hundred times more painful than this if he wanted to grow further.

He dried off quickly and put on a fresh shirt.

The fabric clung to his still-warm skin, but at least he no longer smelled like spoiled meat.

Next, he pulled on his midnight coat over the clean shirt.

When he stepped outside, the afternoon sun had already started sliding down the sky.

Kana and the rest of the girls were out in the yard, sorting through the latest haul of supplies.

They had spread everything on a large tarp—canned food, scrap metal, a few battered crates of ammo, and most importantly jewelries, and other expensive looking stuff.

Kana glanced up when she saw him. She looked tired but gave a short nod before turning back to a box of tools she was counting.

"Any news about those numbered?" he asked, keeping his voice low.

It was the code word they used for the assassins.

"No, not yet," Kana shook her head "But I have this bad feeling, like someone’s been watching me all day."

Luck touched his chin, thinking it over.

If she really felt it, then there was a good chance—maybe sixty percent—that someone was actually watching her.

"Come with me," he ordered.

She nodded and followed him inside the motel where they could get some privacy.

"Do you think it’s Number Five?" he inquired.

"I’m not sure yet... But what I do know is we’re not safe out here in the open. There are too many buildings."

Tapping his arm, he asked, "If they’re so strong, then why not just attack the base outright?"

She didn’t answer right away. Her eyes dropped to the floor, and a crease formed between her brows.

Seeing her hesitate, he shared what he suspected.

"I have some guesses. First, maybe they’re not here to create trouble. Could be they’re even thinking about joining forces."

He paused, tapping his fingers against his arm.

"Second, they might be waiting for the Death Parade to pass . And third...This is the worst—they’re planning to wait until then before they hit us."

Kana nodded in agreement. "We need to prepare for the worst,"

Luck agreed with her. He wasn’t sure yet why they were staying near this area, but it was better to stay cautious than end up regretting it later.

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