Harem God- Dimensional Motel System-Chapter 43: Interactions With The Night Part 2

Luck approached the dusty counter in the motel and flipped open the laptop.

"Okay, let’s check out what overpriced stuff you’re offering today."

The online marketplace appeared, and this time featured a special sale called.

"Black Friday."

He clicked on it and nearly cried from joy. Selected items were 50% off until the countdown ended.

Countless items sped past—furniture, food packages, defense gear, and even ready-to-install auto-turrets.

He purchased several guns while the sale was still on, but the highlight for him was the ammunition—some bullet was priced at just 1 EC. It was still pricey, but in comparison to the golden ones, it was a bargain.

Next, he filtered the list down to basics—beds, water supplies, light sources, and defenses.

Luck looked through the furniture section and chose ten metal bunk beds.

They were simple—sturdy frames, thin mattresses, and secure joints. They would serve their purpose.

Each bedroom could accommodate two single beds, so using bunk beds would double the capacity.

He placed them across the five basic rooms.

However, it still wasn’t sufficient.

Ten bunk beds wouldn’t suffice. To rescue as many people as possible, he required more space, even if it meant sacrificing comfort.

He scrolled down the listings again and found a bulk deal: cheap sleeping bags with roll-up mats.

No insulation. No padding. Basically a glorified body bag without the zipper.

But they were easy to stack, occupied little space, and were extremely affordable.

He bought twenty. Sardine living at its finest.

That brought the total headcount up to forty—theoretically, of course.

’The system won’t hand out missions for no reason," he muttered. "So that means I’ve gotta be smart about who I let into this place. They’ll either contribute or create far more problems."

He watched enough apocalypse movies to know how it goes—panic, selfish choices, people snapping under pressure. Often, the true monsters lurked within, far more dangerous than any external threat.

And then there was the brutal game of leadership.

Rival souls would inevitably seek to usurp his power, so he had to assert his authority with an iron grip. Demonstrate, without a shadow of a doubt, that their survival hinged on his command.

And the best way to do that was to look the part—a person they couldn’t ignore or challenge.

Turning his attention to his own appearance, he purchased a new outfit: a black leather jacket sturdy enough to withstand zombie bites, with protective padding on the shoulders, knees, and elbows, along with a new belt for his sword.

Grabbed a pair of goggles for his eyes, a black balaclava, and a dark beanie to keep his hair in place. Now, he looked like a proper apocalypse dweller.

In fact, he looked badass—sword strapped to his right, gun resting on his left.

"System, is there a way to upgrade my sword?"

The one he got from Johan was high quality, but if he kept using it, it would break sooner or later.

[Just sell it and buy a new one]

That wasn’t helpful at all, but since the weapons section was 50% off, he went ahead and bought a black blade that looked more like a straight katana for 2,000 EC. It had a special effect—dealing more damage the more blood it tasted.

Fortunately, he managed to sell Johan’s cracked sword for 200 EC—one less thing to worry about.

’A growth-type weapon, huh?’ He gave it a swing, then a thought crossed his mind.

"System, will my blessing grow the more I use a sword?"

[Yes.]

Another good news, especially since he had no idea when he would next face someone with the Sword God’s blessing.

Next on the list was lighting.

As outlined in the mission details, the creatures were attracted to visible light, which turned nighttime into a challenge.

To address this, he purchased a pile of inexpensive wooden planks .

Hammer in hand, he reinforced every window, covering the edges tight enough to block any glow from slipping through.

It didn’t look clean. Or nice. But it did the job.

By the end of it, the motel looked less like a shelter and more like a boarded-up bunker.

That was fine.

Better to look like a place no one wanted to be—especially when the ones knocking weren’t human.

He turned back to the laptop and noticed a new icon—a hammer, tucked into the corner of the screen.

Curious, he clicked it.

Right away, a layout of the entire motel appeared. It looked just like a building sim, complete with grid lines, rotation tools, and a drag-to-build function.

Everything could be placed with a simple mouse and click.

What stood out most was the barrier line—it stretched way farther.

That meant he could build walls, fences, even set traps, and still have space to move around. A proper perimeter.

"This is my forte" he muttered, dragging out a line along the front section.

A wall started forming in the preview—basic wooden posts, reinforced by metal sheets.

It wouldn’t stop a tank. But it would slow a zombie. And in this kind of world, buying time was everything.

Unfortunately, the cost of building that wall was way higher than expected.

The moment he dragged it into place, the system displayed the estimated EC cost—and it made his eye twitch.

"Hell no."

There was no way he could afford to cover the entire expanded area without going broke. Not if he wanted defenses, gear, or food later.

So he adjusted the layout.

He shrunk the perimeter, pulling the walls closer to the core motel. It wasn’t ideal, but it was manageable. Easier to defend. Cheaper to maintain.

With the leftover EC, he swapped the material from wood to stone. The system let him do it for a discount, probably because the structure was still basic.

Stone walls weren’t indestructible, but they could take a beating—and they didn’t catch fire like wood.

He also added four wooden towers, one in each corner. Just a simple elevated post with a ladder and railing. Enough space for someone to stand, scout, and maybe shoot.

Each one cost less than he expected. Probably because they were exposed and had no roof.

But for now, he didn’t need comfort. He needed line of sight. If things went bad, those towers might be the only warning he would get.

He kept going.

Bought more stone. Reinforced the inner gate. Added a second layer of fencing just outside the wall—nothing special, just scrap and barbed wire, meant to slow anything that got through.

By the time he stopped, his EC balance had dropped to 575.

He spent a lot, but the discount was too tempting to pass up.

Even his basement was now packed with food, weapons, and other items he believed would come in handy later.

With some time to spare, he figured he might as well rest while he still could.

He grabbed the fast food from earlier—barely warm, a little soggy, but still edible—and tore into it like it was a five-star meal. Then came the beer.

Just three bottles.

He popped the tab, leaned against the motel office wall, and took a long sip. The bitter taste settled in his chest like a small fire—nothing fancy, but enough to lift his mood.

Slowly, his eyelids began to droop. Until exhaustion and alcohol completely took over.

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[Times up]