Monster Harem In The Tower

The system didn’t respond to Nathan’s question, and no more notifications lit up his life that was slowly turning grey.

He sat still, trying to reflect—desperately looking for another reason to feel a little better.

"Damn it, all because of pee and my sperm. I’m still useful here..."

He walked toward the Prunus Vitalis tree, the one that had once borne witness to the savage curiosity of that caramel mommy. He was about to sit down—but then something flashed through his mind.

"The Hunter Trade Center..." he thought, while his private blade hung limp, no longer stiff, because it was never warm skin that aroused him—only the thoughts inside his head.

"I’ll shop however I want today."

Nathan recalled that his Tower Points had piled up nicely.

For a moment, Nathan just stood there, unsure if buying things would fix the hollow ache in his chest. But at least... it was movement. It was doing something—anything.

"Even if this world’s fake, even if I’m fake... I still have numbers. I still have points," he muttered.

The silence around him was heavy, like a friend who wanted to help but didn’t know how.

Then the wind shifted—subtle, soft, almost suggestive.