Monster Harem In The Tower
Chapter 148: Chalant Story

Chapter 148: Chalant Story

Sophia’s fists moved on instinct.

Even after the [Ding!], even after the Growler Pup had stopped twitching—she kept hitting.

Her hands were red, raw, and shaking. Her breath ragged.

The beast was no longer a threat. But something inside her hadn’t stopped screaming.

She slammed her fist down again. Then again.

Blood had splattered across her crop top, warm and sticky, clinging to the soft curve of her chest. Her thighs, smooth and still trembling from the tension, were painted with streaks of crimson.

Only when her arms gave out—sinking her body forward into a sloppy kneel—did Sophia stop.

She stared down, panting. Her fists hovered above the crushed skull of the creature.

Tears ran down her cheeks without warning.

She didn’t know if it was fear, rage, or shame. Maybe all three.

And then—

[Ding!]

The panel in the air had been blinking for a while, and she’d been too focused on surviving to notice. Now, its light bathed her face.

[Congratulations! You have officially become a registered Hunter.]

[Class Assigned: Hybrid Fighter]

[A rare class that allows balanced manipulation of mana and enhanced physical power. Suitable for emotionally-driven combatants.]

[Skill Unlocked: Punch-Synergy — Every consecutive physical hit increases your power temporarily.]

[Initializing Status Window...]

[Sophia Reinstra]

Race: Human

Class: Hybrid Fighter

Level: 1

HP: 90/120

Mana: 80/80

Strength: 18

Agility: 14

Endurance: 12

Mana Control: 13

Skill: Punch-Synergy (Lv.1)

Trait: Stubborn Resolve — Will not faint while conscious desire remains active.

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Sophia blinked. Her vision trembled. Her bloodied hands slowly lowered to her lap.

"...What... the hell is this place?" she whispered.

Sophia’s chest rose and fell—wild, shaky, alive.

The blood had begun to dry on her skin, leaving red lines along her inner thighs and a sticky patch on the underside of her breasts. Her crop top had ridden up halfway during the fight, clinging to her in all the wrong places—now more like a battle flag than clothing. The cut just beneath her ribs exposed a trembling sliver of abs, glistening from effort.

[Ding!]

[Would you like to return to your original world now?]

[Y / N]

Her lips parted slightly. "...Return?"

She stared at the blinking prompt.

Then narrowed her eyes.

"Can I... keep fighting?" she asked.

[Yes. You may remain in the Tower. You will encounter more monsters. You will grow stronger.]

Her knuckles cracked as she clenched her fists.

"Good," she muttered. Her eyes burned—not with fear, but something far older. Deeper. Hungrier.

"I’m not going back. Not yet."

The prompt vanished with a soft [ping], and in that instant—she heard another growl.

Her eyes flicked upward.

Another Growler Pup. Bigger. Darker. Standing on four limbs like a nightmare fresh out of heat. Saliva dripped from its fangs.

Sophia’s lips twitched.

"Fuck this Hunter bullshit..."

Her muscles tensed, curves trembling. Her soaked crop top slapped lightly against her bouncing chest as she sprinted forward. Her shorts rode up even more, letting blood-smeared thighs glisten like angry marble.

Her heel dug into the ground—then she launched.

"I’ll kill all of you!!"

She flew like a cannonball, tit bouncing, teeth gritted, and bloodied knuckles raised high.

The Tower air screamed around her.

She was no longer just a girl in pajamas.

She was the system’s worst mistake.

And she was just getting started.

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In the central chamber of the Tower, Lilith tilted her head.

The live feed was still open—crackling slightly as Sophia’s bloodied fists flew through the air again, slamming into another Growler Pup like she was born to end its species.

Lilith’s lips parted.

"...Oh my."

She leaned closer, her breasts pressing together as she rested her chin on her palms, elbows sinking into the armrest like melting temptation.

"She’s... incredible."

Her voice wasn’t teasing this time.

It was genuine awe.

"To think... the Tower summoned her directly to Floor 10," Lilith whispered. "A raw human... and a woman, no less..."

Her gaze softened for a moment—then sharpened.

"Punch-Synergy? Mana-physical hybrid? Hah... and she hasn’t even awakened her trait fully yet."

Lilith’s fingers slid across the glowing panel, replaying the moment Sophia had screamed "I’ll kill all of you!"

Goosebumps ran across her arms.

"She doesn’t even realize how rare she is... Most Hunters start from Floor 1. Not even the Tower has ever done this before..."

Her eyes narrowed.

"...Unless..."

She tapped her bottom lip.

"...Unless the Tower’s core... recognized something in her."

She leaned back now, letting one leg rest across her console again, casually spreading open a folder titled [CANDIDATE SOPHIA].

It glowed—unstable, still forming.

Lilith grinned.

"Well then... let’s see how far this angry little goddess can go..."

She chuckled, then clicked her tongue.

"And maybe," she added, stretching, "just maybe... She will be the beautiful commander in future."

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The room was dim.

The only source of light came from David’s laptop screen.

The tab was open.

FAMILY AI — Custom Simulation Running...

Inside, the rendered figures were still smiling.

A gentle-looking mother in an apron.

A calm, broad-shouldered father with a kind gaze.

A younger sister with pigtails.

A little brother holding a fake toy sword.

All of them stood in a warmly lit living room. The kind David had only seen on TV.

A living room that never existed.

David’s hands trembled on the keyboard.

"...I shouldn’t have done this."

He slammed the desk once.

BAM.

His chair jolted.

"FUCK..."

He gritted his teeth.

"FUCK..."

He grabbed his head, fingers digging into his scalp.

"Why... why the hell did I do this?!"

His chest was rising and falling like he’d just finished sprinting.

Images of Emily flashed in his mind—her soft voice trembling as she asked about Nathan.

"Thank you, David... You’re the only one I can rely on..."

And here he was.

Playing family.

Pathetic.

The laptop speaker chimed softly.

> "David... dinner is ready. Come eat before it gets cold."

> "David... your mother has prepared dinner..."

> "David... dinner is—...prepar—..."

> "David..."

He froze.

Then slammed the laptop shut.

Silence.

Only his breath remained.

Fast. Shaky. Messy.

After a moment, he stood. Slowly.

The bathroom sink groaned as he turned the tap.

Cold water splashed onto his face.

He gripped the sides of the basin.

And laughed.

"Why am I so childish...?"

He laughed again—louder, sharper.

"Family... huh? What a joke."

The reflection in the mirror grinned back at him—soaked, trembling, broken.

"Why do I want it so badly...? Hahahah... hahhh... ahhahhh..."

He didn’t even realize his cheeks were wet. He could survive monsters, knives, maybe even a bullet to the chest.

But not these. Not the liquid bullets from his own damn eyes.

And he didn’t stop laughing.