Harem God- Dimensional Motel System

'Now it's my turn to play my part,' Luck thought, pausing mid-step. 'Though honestly… her performance is so convincing, I'm starting to feel a little pressured.'

He kept his expression serious, despite the side comments running through his head.

"I saw what happened. From where I stood, it looked like you pinned her down and started tearing at her clothes. Pretty forceful, if you ask me."

Several people drew deep breaths at once.

They whispered to each other while throwing judgmental looks at Shane, like he was a sick psycho.

There were other women around, yet he went after a married one—worse, his best friend's wife.

Luck felt a bit sorry for the man, but it was his own fault. Shane never liked situations where someone else was in control.

That's why he kept talking behind Luck's back, even after being treated fairly.

People like that were dangerous—and maybe that's exactly why the system gave the mission in the first place.

Rick's jaw clenched as he turned back toward his best friend—or maybe it was more fitting now to call him his cuckolding buddy.

"That's not what happened!" he snapped. "She asked for it—we were roleplaying! That's what she wanted it."

"You traitor! How dare you talk about my wife like that?" Rick lashed out.

Jun blocked him. "Boss is talking. Calm down."

Reluctantly, Rick lowered his fist and waited.

"Roleplay, huh?" Luck trailed off. "Then riddle me this—why did she scream for help?"

Shane's mouth opened, but nothing came out.

"Wait a minute," One of his buddy spoke "I don't know about this whole force thing… but Shane told us a while back that he and Lor were in that kind of relationship."

More murmurs rose.

Another man nodded slowly. "Yeah. Said she came to him after Rick was presumed dead."

Lor's eyes widened. "That's not true! I only ever went to him for help! He twisted everything!"

Shane, hearing her response, pushed himself up from the dirt, bloody and shaking but defiant.

"Ask them," he snapped, pointing at his friends. "I didn't make this up. She was with me before Rick came back. You all think she's innocent? She played both sides!"

He turned to Luck, blood dripping down his chin.

"She screamed because she was trying to frame me. This was all a setup! She knew people would hear it. She wanted to ruin me!"

Lor's face twisted. "You're insane."

"I'm telling the truth! She told me to act rough! Said it will make things feel more real. I went along with it, and now suddenly I'm the bad guy?"

He looked around the crowd, eyes pleading, desperate for someone—anyone—to take his side.

"You all know me. You think I'd actually force someone?"

Luck tapped his foot on the ground and interjected.

"Stop. There's no point in dragging this argument any further."

"Now, it's time to decide what we do with him. Let's not be barbaric… " He turned toward Lor and Rick.

"You two were the victim here, right? So tell us—should we execute him… or just forget this ever happened?"

Rick looked down, fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned pale. Rage still burned behind his eyes, but now there was something else—doubt. Confusion. Maybe even pity.

Lor didn't answer right away. She glanced at Shane, then turned away, unable to hold his gaze.

"Say the word. He doesn't walk away from this." Luck declared.

Lor forced herself to speak. "I… want him out of this place. I don't feel safe with him around."

Shane let out a dry, bitter laugh. "Unbelievable. I was there for you. I protected you when everyone else thought Rick was dead. And now you're scared of me?"

His gaze swept over the crowd, but no one met his eyes.

"I see how it is," he muttered. "Throw me out, erase everything we had, and pretend like I'm the monster."

Just as he thought all hope was lost, a small voice broke through the crowd.

Lor's son ran forward "Please don't hurt Uncle Shane! He's not guilty! I saw him and Mommy kiss before—I know they're in a relationship!"

The crowd went still.

Her face went pale. "What…?"

The boy looked angry "You always told me not to lie. I thought you were in love. Uncle Shane said he'd take care of us when Dad didn't come back."

Rick's expression cracked. Whatever anger remained twisted into something colder.

He turned to Lor. "Is that true?"

"I…"

The word barely left her lips. She didn't know what to do anymore.

What was the right move?

What would make this end without more damage?

Desperate, she turned to Luck, hoping for guidance. But all she saw was him smiling faintly, shaking his head like the answer wasn't his to give.

Her heart sank.

She was on her own.

"Son, is this really true ?" Rick asked again, still unable to believed it.

"Dad, I didn't mean to make you mad… but Mom told me not to tell anyone. She said people wouldn't understand."

He pointed at Shane.

"She said Uncle Shane would protect us. That if you die, he will be my new dad."

Lor took a step back, trembling. "It… it wasn't like that—"

"You told our son that?" Rick's voice shook, louder with every word. "You were planning to replace me?! With him?"

Shane's lips curled into a bitter smile. "So much for keeping it quiet."

He leaned forward, shoulders squared despite the blood still drying on his face.

"Yeah, it's true. We were together. Not just once, not some accident. And it wasn't just about grief or comfort either."

"We liked each other long before the outbreak. We just never acted on it… because of you."

'Ohhhhh shit!' Luck nearly said it out loud.

This family drama was spiraling fast.

At first, Luck figured their infidelity wasn't that serious.

It happened after the outbreak, during a time when everyone needed comfort. Who could really blame them?

But now, it was clear—this tension had been there from the beginning. Long before the world fell apart.

They didn't just fall into each other's arms out of grief. They'd been waiting for the right excuse.

[Congratulations, Owner]

[You've received a high performance rating for this mission.]

[You may now claim your reward—or choose to add more fuel to the fire for a chance at an even greater reward.]

Luck touched his chin.

This mission was strange from the start. He assumed the system just wanted Shane gone.

But the objective had never been to eliminate—it was to expose, to stir chaos, to drag hidden things into the light.

Add drama. Twist the knife.

The more he thought about it, the more it felt like training.

Not of strength, but of control. Of how well he could manipulate emotions, steer the mood, pull strings without getting his own hands dirty.

Honestly? It came naturally.

Maybe that wasn't surprising. His grandfather was a psychopath—this kind of twisted behavior might just be in his blood.

And if this was some kind of prerequisite for something bigger… He was already passing with flying colors.

'No, There's a chance my grandfather left something behind—some special item, hidden reward, maybe even knowledge—locked behind criteria only someone like him would think of.'

Not wanting to waste the chance—and hoping to squeeze a bit more out of his mission score—Luck walked closer to Rick and leaned in for a whisper.

"This is getting out of hand. So what now? We just let this go? I mean, I'm fine with it. But are you okay being cuckolded by your best friend?."

Rick's jaw tightened.

[DING]

[Very High Score]

Luck smiled to himself. His guess was correct.

The variables weren't just about success or failure. They hinged on how much emotion he could stir up.

How deep he could dig into someone's fear, shame, pride, or rage. The more intense the reaction, the better the score.

"And look at your son. He seems to like Uncle Shane more than his own dad. That's strange, isn't it?"

He tilted his head slightly, like he was just asking a casual question.

"You sure he's even your son. Did you do some DNA testing?"

Rick didn't answer—but the way his eyes darkened, the way his fists started shaking at his sides, said everything.

Luck stepped back once more, satisfied. The fire was lit. Now it just needed a little time to explode.

And it did.

"Get back here!" Rick barked. "Stop meddling in adult issues and go back to the tent."

His son flinched, stopping mid-step. "But I was just—"

"I said go," Rick snapped, voice louder this time. "Now."

The boy swallowed hard, then turned without another word. Shoulders slumped, he walked slowly toward the tent, dragging his feet through the dirt.

But before the boy could disappear into the tent, Shane stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder.

"Stop treating your son like a child,"

Rick's head snapped toward him, eyes narrowing.

"He is a child," Rick growled.

Shane didn't flinch. "He's old enough to see what's going on. Old enough to speak for himself. You think yelling at him's gonna fix this?"

The boy stood between them, caught in the crossfire.

"Maybe if you'd acted like a father before the outbreak, none of this would've happened."

"You bastard!" Rick roared, losing it completely.

He lunged at Shane, fists flying. Shane didn't back down—he met the blow head-on.

The two crashed into each other, trading punches and wrestling to the ground.

Dust kicked up around them as they rolled, grunting and shouting, each hit fueled by rage years in the making.

[DING!]

[SCORE- EXCEPTIONAL]

[HIGHEST REWARD EARNED]