Wanting to Surpass the MC with the Greatest Harem.-Chapter 35: Wanting to know the Secret

Dominic sat in his room, the air around him thick with the scent of sweat and tension. Beads of perspiration trickled down his temples, dampening his shirt and sticking uncomfortably to his back.

His breathing was shallow, and the stale air in the room only amplified his discomfort. He was drenched in sweat, his clothes clinging to him like a second skin, and the sticky sensation only irritated him further.

What he craved more than anything at that moment was a long, cool shower to wash away the grime, both physical and mental, that clung to him.

But he couldn’t yet bring himself to move.

He hadn’t even bothered to return to the outskirts to see Lady Fares. He knew, with absolute certainty, that she would be home—waiting, as always. But something gnawed at him. A strange reluctance. A dull sense of foreboding.

What he wanted now was a cool shower, yes—but even more than that, he needed clarity.

Dominic sat still for a long moment, gathering his thoughts. He needed to analyze the situation—everything that had happened in the past few days had left a trail of unease within him. He had overheard Coris mention something cryptic. Something dangerous. Something about planning it all for his death. The words echoed in his mind like a haunting riddle, teasing the edges of his thoughts.

What was all that about?

Why did she want him dead?

The question throbbed like a wound, unanswered and urgent.

One thing was certain now—painfully clear, like light slashing through the dark. This village was no longer safe for him. He could feel eyes on his back, shadows stretching around him like nooses.

If he wanted to survive... no, if he meant to survive, he would have to be stronger. Smarter. Better.

But that was the problem.

There was no pending quest. No path forward. No system directive lighting the road ahead. And yet, he needed one. Desperately.

He curled his lips into a bitter smirk.

"Just when it is needed it doesn’t show up. Tch. Got to admit I have a trail on my back and I might as well be killed if not careful enough."

Dominic muttered the words under his breath, his voice a rough whisper filled with frustration.

He ran his hand through his sweat-dampened hair, fingers tangling in the messy strands, and stood up slowly. His muscles ached from tension and fatigue. He hadn’t expected this world to threaten him the way it had. He had stepped into it with confidence, with curiosity, maybe even a little arrogance.

But this?

This was real.

To think that his very first enemy would be from the Ghosts—of all things—was an irony he hadn’t prepared for. He paced back and forth across the creaking wooden floor of his room, each step echoing his restlessness. He needed something—anything—to center himself. Something to sharpen his focus. Power. Yes. That was it. Power.

And what did the system say about power?

Sex and Quests. That was all it took to level up.

He had gained a new skill recently and had even managed to slay an S-rank Stolk. That was no small feat, especially for someone who was only level 3. Was it possible his system was too overpowered for this world? Too advanced?

He smiled at the thought.

He had let Coris escape. Not because he couldn’t stop her—but because he knew he didn’t have the energy left in him to fight her off. Not properly. And she was brutal—there was no denying that.

But the strangest part?

She had run from him.

That, more than anything else, unsettled him. It didn’t make sense. Something was extremely off about the entire situation.

He had to place his hands on it—to dig deeper. Until he found out what was really going on, he wouldn’t be at peace. He needed answers.

With a sigh, he tossed himself back onto the bed lazily, arms spread out wide, eyes staring at the ceiling as if it held the answers to all his questions.

"I still haven’t learned to use my Massacre Domain properly. I have to learn to use it properly."

Dominic muttered again, his voice low and distant.

Then, as if summoned by his very thoughts, a glowing interface materialized before his eyes.

[System Quest: Redo Failed Mission.]

Dominic sat up instantly, eyes narrowing at the text. His pulse quickened.

"What the fuck is it saying?" he whispered to himself, the words almost lost in the stillness of the room.

Which failed mission?

This system was getting absurd—and creepier by the moment. He read further.

[You have to complete your failed mission, where you refused to fuck Kreper.]

Dominic’s eyes widened. For a moment, he was completely silent.

"So basically I have to complete each quest given to me no matter how many times I fail or ignore it?" he asked aloud, confusion etched into his face.

[Absolutely correct. The system works on how to build you to be able to overcome any challenge on your bid to facing the MC.]

Dominic couldn’t help but smile wryly.

This system was insane.

Despite the punishment for failing the task, he still had to go back and repeat it. And if he refused?

[Double punishment. The system dislikes lazy hosts.]

He sighed deeply, dragging a hand down his face.

So if he came across a difficult task or impossible quest, he would be stuck repeating it over and over until he succeeded?

Damn. This system was a relentless pain in the ass—even if it was remarkably powerful.

"So I have to fuck Kreper? How?" he asked, genuine curiosity flashing in his eyes.

But the system didn’t respond.

Silence.

It was ignoring him now.

"Such a crazy system I must have attained," he muttered, shaking his head.

He finally slid off the bed and walked into the bathroom, the thought of a cold shower the only thing keeping him sane. He needed to refresh himself, shake off the tension, and prepare himself for what came next.

A beautiful woman awaited him—though not in the way he had ever imagined.

He wondered, briefly, what Kreper’s reaction would be. But he shoved the thought away.

For now, he just needed to cleanse his body—and his mind.

A quick shower, and then... the horny quest would begin.

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Far away from Dominic’s room, in a place that pulsed with tension and secrets, Alice stared at Kelly in shock. The air between them was thick with silence.

Alice slowly withdrew herself from the tense position and moved to sit beside Kelly, her movements cautious but deliberate. Her mind, however, was far from calm.

It drifted to earlier—when she had called Coris.

She had heard a faint noise from within her room, a subtle but unmistakable sound. She wasn’t sure if it had been real or a trick of her mind. But it had stirred something in her. Suspicion. Dread.

Coris had secrets. Deep ones. And now...

She wanted to kill Dominic?

Damn. That made her a complete betrayer.

Alice couldn’t believe it.

Kelly stared at her silently.

She was stunned. Why had Alice backed off? She had been in the perfect position to kill her. She had every right—every reason.

She could have ended her life right then and there.

But Alice had spared her.

"Why did you spare my life?" Kelly asked slowly, her voice barely above a whisper as the invisible globe around them began to tear apart, dissolving into air and fading light.

Alice turned to her sharply, eyes wide with intensity.

"I never wanted to kill you. You seem like a sister or daughter to me. I like your strength and power. Besides, you were the one who restrained yourself from killing me," Alice confessed, her voice tinged with sincerity and a hint of sadness.

Kelly stared at her, confused. She hadn’t expected such words.

Something shifted inside her. A strange warmth she didn’t recognize.

Affection?

She smiled—barely, softly.

Alice shrugged as if trying to brush off the emotional weight of the moment.

"You have to tell me everything you know about the whole plot. Promise me that," Alice asked, her tone firm yet gentle.

Kelly stared at her, caught in a dilemma. She was a demon. And demons... they didn’t make promises.

But something within her felt compelled.

"Yah. I will," Kelly said, accepting the promise with a nod.

Alice smiled at her in return, the tension between them easing ever so slightly.

"Now let’s start with knowing who sent you," Alice said firmly.

And so, the real story began to unravel...