Hands buried in his pockets, he looks at the bed.
Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath before letting it out.
'I suddenly feel tired.'
[Built up stress, host]
'Stress, huh?' He let out a scoff, a smirk tugging at his lips.
From the past few days, there was no way he could deny that. What he had been through was enough to make anyone lose it without the right mindset.
[5000 points acquired]
[Harem: 6186]
Raw carnage level~84%+1%|
[Death]
'Ha! That was quick.' Hisha laughs at the boost he had gotten.
[You do not wish to return quickly?]
Shaking his head, he wiggles his brow at his user interface.
'I guess my plan is going well.'
[That was brutal, host!]
Getting to his feet, he paces about and rubs his chin at the thought of what he had instructed.
Giving a half-shrug, Hisha leans on the wall, 'putting up twenty-one ladies in the arena to save time will only make the tournament faster.'
[That just reduces the chance of creating distance between them, host]
