Harem God- Dimensional Motel System-Chapter 82: Interactions With The Night Part 41

Dozens of infected clung to the sides of buildings like insects.

Some skittered sideways, others crawled on all fours.

Their arms twisted like they were built for it. Bodies pressed against concrete, fingers clawing for grip.

He lowered the binoculars.

’This isn’t good. They’re slower than the jumpers, but there’s way too many. It’s like watching a swarm of spiders.’

Although he’d make it out, the others probably wouldn’t.

Only Jun and Kana had a real chance if those things swarmed them.

And they weren’t the only problem. Just past the field, in the middle of the road, stood the bulk of the infected.

Packed tight in rows, shoulder to shoulder. There was no movements.

Just standing there—silent, still, as if waiting for a command.

"Weird. This doesn’t look like a horde... it looks like a formation. "

Jun nodded. "They’ve been like that for the past ten minutes."

He kept watching. The longer he looked, the clearer the pattern became.

Normal ones stood at the front. Behind them, jumpers crouched low, ready to spring.

Exploders swayed from side to side, their bodies pulsing faintly.

The tankers didn’t move at all—just stood like slabs of meat, unmoving and solid.

Every type was in position, like they’d been assigned roles.

Then he saw her.

Sitting on the shoulder of one of the tankers, halfway up a broken building, was a woman with red hair.

Her skin was dark and rough, covered in scales. Her red eyes stared forward without blinking.

She didn’t move at first. Just sat there, like a queen on her own moving throne... completely in control.

Then, slowly, her head turned.

Her lips moved, though no sound reached him.

(I can see you.) she uttered.

Bead of sweats rolled down his forehead. A zombie that could actually talk.

In movies, that usually meant big trouble—especially the boss-type ones.

’Shit,’ he muttered, scanning the area again.

The last thing he needed was some blonde dude in shades and an awesome black leather jacket showing up, flipping through the air while reloading pistols in slow motion.

’Goddamn it, please don’t turn this world into a mashup of all that crap.’

Fortunately, no one else showed up, which made him let out a sigh of relief.

Still, the appearance of a talking boss zombie made this invasion a lot more complicated. Especially ones that could turn mindless beasts into an army capable of using siege tactics.

"Big boss, it’s moving," Jun pointed.

The tanker carrying the woman broke formation and moved forward.

It was the perfect moment for him to strike—but he didn’t.

Through his binoculars, he saw the woman still talking.

(Let’s talk first. There’s no need for this to end in bloodshed.)

When the woman and the tanker entered the motel area, a notification rang out.

[Warning: A low threat entity has entered the vicinity.]

[Bonus Mission: Kill her]

[Reward : Gold Box]

’A low threat, huh? So does that mean she’s weaker than that witch, or did I just get too strong?’

’Either way, that’s good news for me.’

Feeling confident, he jumped down from the wall and walked to meet the zombie woman halfway.

Even if he ended up killing her, there was no telling how her army would react. So, he chose to talk first.

The woman stopped a few steps away from him, red eyes glowing under the fading sun.

"So, you’re the one causing all this trouble in my territory. Not what I expected. I thought you’d be... taller."

Luck raised an eyebrow. "Sorry to disappoint. Didn’t know zombies had preferences."

She smiled, lips parting just enough to show her jagged teeth.

"Zombies. Still clinging to that word. You humans have no imagination."

"Hard to rebrand something that keeps trying to eat us."

She let out a soft laugh, amused more than offended.

"Eat you? That’s nature. The strong consume the weak. We didn’t fall—we evolved. Your kind had its chance and failed."

He glanced at the massive tanker still standing behind her. "Right. Because evolution means glowing eyes and walking around with your ribs showing.

Her tone sharpened. "This body is just a shell. What I am... what we are now... is beyond flesh. You think you’ve survived because you’re skilled? No. You’re a leftover. A failed piece of a broken design."

Luck kept his expression flat. "You sure talk a lot for someone who’s technically dead."

She sneered ."And you speak too little for someone standing before a superior being."

He didn’t move. Just kept watching her, trying to figure out what kind of game she was playing.

"I’ll offer this once. Let me bite and turn you ."

"You’re strong—stronger than most. If you became one of us, your mind would stay intact. You’d keep your thoughts, your will. "

"But your body... your body would never rot, never tire. Pain would be a memory. You’d be more than human."

She smiled again, slow and confident. "You will be unstoppable."

Luck stared at her for a second, like he couldn’t believe how dumb that sounded.

"That’s it?" he finally spoke, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "

"You talk like you’re offering a gift. Like I should be honored. But here’s the thing... I don’t need your bite. I’m already above that... Above you."

Her smile vanished.

The tanker below her moved instantly. With a ground-shaking stomp, it lunged forward and threw a massive punch.

"Typical." At the last second, he raised his arm and struck back with his own fist.

BOOOOM!

The tanker’s arm exploded on contact, chunks of metal and flesh flying in every direction.

Its remaining massive body was thrown backward, crashing through an abandoned car before tumbling across the street.

Wide-eyed, the woman leapt back.

She landed with barely a sound, but her focus stayed locked on him.

Luck exhaled once through his nose. "You were saying?"

There was no response from her.

"Oh? What happened to all that talk?" Luck rolled his shoulder "Where’s all that nonsense about evolution now?"

She bit her lips in annoyance.

Luck gave a small shrug. "Guess that punch knocked the confidence out of you too."

"You will regret this, once I—"

Before the words left her mouth, Luck was already in front of her, sword drawn and mid-swing—aimed to kill.

This time, though, she managed to dodge by a hair’s length.

Her body twisted fast, just enough to avoid another blow. Then her hand shot up, aiming straight for his neck.

It looked like a simple strike—one he could’ve easily dodged.

But at the last second, her sharp fingernails fired off like bullets.

Luck’s eyes widened. He drew in a quick breath and focused his ki around his head.

The nails hit.

A sharp crack echoed as they struck his face. He staggered a step back, but they only left small dents on his skin.

"You’re done for,. Those nails carried the virus." A smirk formed on her face, believing that one hit sealed his fate.

Luck stood still, the smirk on his face growing. "So? You really believe that pathetic little virus could actually get through my immune system?"

To her, it had to be a bluff.

She didn’t move, waiting for him to show signs of weakness.

But what followed was the complete opposite.

Luck swung his sword without a word, and the fight reignited.

Clash after clash echoed through the broken streets. Her strikes were fast—deadly—but his were faster.

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She gritted her teeth, stunned. She was supposed to have evolved—supposed to be perfect.

But somehow, he was still overpowering her.

Desperate, she let out a sharp scream.

"EEEEEK!

From all directions, the undead responded.

Dozens of them. Then hundreds. A wave of rotting flesh and snarling mouths created an stampede.

Luck let out a long sigh.

"That’s cheating," he muttered. "I was gonna play with you a bit more. But you just had to cry for help."

He took a breath. His heart pounded. Muscles tensed and vibrated with power.

"Demonic Giant Body Technique... Raging River."

With both hands on the hilt, he swung his sword down hard.

The force split the air.

A massive wind slash tore through the earth in front of him, carving a deep trench across the ground.

And at the center of it all—the woman.

She barely had time to scream before the slash hit. Her body shattered, torn to pieces and scattered in the wind.

’Damn,’ Luck muttered, resting his sword on his shoulder. ’I’m so cool right now. I bet I looked really badass in this pose.’

Unfortunately, he couldn’t bask in the spotlight—because a full-on horde was rushing straight at him.

"You want a piece of me huh, then let me show you here who’s the real monster."

Once again, he raised his sword and swung with force, cutting down two dozens of zombies in a single strike.

Swing after swing, he tore through the swarm, bodies dropping all around

But for every one he killed, more came crawling out from every corner.

"Tch... too many," he muttered, backing up.

He turned and sprinted toward the wall, cutting through anything in his path, not wasting a single step.

The Jumpers, though, managed to catch up to him.

Surprisingly, that was a good thing.

With them all grouped up, it gave him the perfect chance to take them out way easier.

Breathing hard, he steadied himself. His heart pounded like a war drum.

Anything dumb enough to get close was cut down without hesitation.

Limbs flew, bodies dropped, and his blade didn’t stop moving while he was running.

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