Monster Harem In The Tower-Chapter 41: WhiteNull

[Water the Prunus Vitalis sprouts before the timer ends]

[00:03:00]

Nathan let out a long sigh.

"Damn it... I thought something bad was about to happen."

He finished slotting the tenth bottle of Mettallumcum into the panel.

With a face full of irritation—knowing full well that the system was just a soulless program incapable of sympathy—Nathan muttered,

"Why do I have to water it now?"

[Prunus Vitalis will grow faster if watered within a few hours after the night vanishes.]

Nathan, mid-step, blinked in confusion.

Night vanishes? Damn... I never really noticed how the sun rises. Does the brightness get dialed up slowly? Like the reverse of nightfall?

He kept walking, mild curiosity starting to fester inside him.

Meanwhile, as Nathan obediently followed the system’s orders, the Tower Manager sat back, staring at the panel that displayed Nathan’s every move.

When’s he gonna start jerking off again, huh? Hopefully after—or maybe while—he’s watering it... mwehheh... hehehe... Hopefully before I get assigned another shitty task, She giggled like a degenerate gambling addict betting on a rigged slot machine.

Nathan, oblivious to the voyeuristic eyes tracking him, just kept moving—following commands that wouldn’t even pretend to care if he protested.

The Tower Manager kept staring at the screen, like a football (soccer, if you’re American) fan about to jump out of their seat because their team was winning 1–0 with two minutes left on the clock.

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Nathan arrived at the spot where he had planted the Prunus Vitalis.

He spotted the stamina-boosting robe he had bought yesterday—still draped over a branch, still damp from when he had used it as a towel.

"Maybe it’ll come in handy later," he muttered.

He summoned the watering tool, filled it with river water, and started watering the Prunus Vitalis sprouts—the ones that hadn’t been blessed by his cum.

Nathan frowned.

"Why didn’t I just—"

He shook his head, dismissing the thought.

The system popped up.

[Ding!]

[The system never forced you to cum on the plants. If you want to take such initiatives, the system will not interfere...]

The Tower Manager leaned forward slightly, her face lit up with anticipation. Meanwhile, beside her, a panel floated, displaying the following text:

[Tower Regulation No. 69: Tower Managers are strictly prohibited from coercing Hunters into skill activation.]

[Amended Regulation]

[Effective immediately upon the anomalous Hunter’s arrival at Floor 100.]

[Tower Regulation No. 69 (Bugged Hunter Clause): Forcing skill usage remains prohibited. Interaction allowed exclusively with system-bugged Hunters (Nathan Cole).]

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Nathan watered the plants while whistling, enjoying his task without a single protest.

Nathan—a man who had once defeated a monster with a stream of piss from his dick, saved himself from death with his dick, and crafted potions that would benefit humanity with water from his dick.

Nathan had utilized his dick to the fullest.

Nathan was worthy of the title:

The First Legendary Dick Master.

After finishing watering the Prunus Vitalis, the system popped up another panel.

[Ding!]

[Your shop account is almost ready...]

[Please name your shop at the Hunter Trade Center: _____]

A holographic keyboard appeared in front of Nathan.

Nathan dismissed the watering tool.

"Shop name?" He crossed his arms.

"Hmm... What kind of name would fit a place that sells weird shit—like fruits growing from cum-soaked trees and potions made from piss?" he frowned.

Nothing sounded right in his head.

He tried stringing words together, only to erase them again.

"At least this time I want it to have some meaning... even if it’s stupid," he muttered with a long sigh.

He thought about how he first got summoned— but no beautiful memory came to mind.

Instead, a more embarrassing, yet oddly warm memory resurfaced: the moments he spent rubbing his cock against Domina and Livia’s soft bodies.

"White... Hmm..."

He started stringing words based on the color of the hair of the girls who had given him so much pleasure.

"Rabbit? Ears? Bunny... shit... Maid? Hell nah..." he kept thinking.

"How about..."

Finally, a name that felt somewhat meaningful popped into his head.

He typed it into the keyboard.

[White Null...]

"Hmm... yeah... white hair, empty heads... Perfect. Hahaha," he said with satisfaction.

[Name selected.]

[White Null Shop is 90% ready to launch...]

[10 free samples of Prunus Vitalis are now displayed.]

[10 bottles of Metallumcum potion have no price set yet...]

[Set a price: ____]

The previous holographic keyboard morphed into a calculator-like box with only number keys.

Remembering the Tower Manager’s message, Nathan finally set a cheap price and pressed [Enter].

[1.5 Tower Points.]

[Price confirmed.]

[Launching White Null Shop.....]

[System will generate a professional-looking logo...]

"What?"

A logo slowly formed—the letter W and the letter N fused elegantly in the center, like a slick app logo when you first launch it.

[Shop launched.]

[Abbreviation chosen: WN Shop.]

And thus, White Null—WN Shop—was born.

A store proudly offering potions made from blood and piss, and fruits born from cum, now officially opened at the Hunter Trade Center. Greet the Hunter World... with dirt no one knows how to sell.

Nathan wiped the sweat from his forehead, staring at the White Null Shop launch panel with a strange sense of satisfaction.

The panel vanished, and the system congratulated him.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations on launching your shop.]

[Thank you for contributing to the Tower’s environment.]

Just as the panel faded—

Shhh... shhhh...

The soft sound of something sliding across the ground crept closer.

Before he could turn around, a red-haired head slipped past his legs, coiling around him swiftly. Soft breasts brushed past Nathan’s thigh before a firm V-line wrapped around his waist, then his thigh, and finally came to a halt right behind his back.

Nathan held his breath, feeling the gentle pressure of a scaly body coiling around his waist and thighs.

The snake’s cold yet soft skin pressed against him, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

A whisper brushed his ear.

"Sorry...."

Wet. Shy. Trembling.

Nathan blinked.

"Do... Don’t move eshhh.."