Chapter 32 Bring It On, Little Sis!

Increasing Lilt's body heat to a great degree, she chose not to continue with the torturing but give her a quick death.

There was no way she could let Lilt survive, not after the mistake she had made by dragging her people into the conversation.

Hisha rubbed his chin and put on a stone-cold face determined never to be disturbed even by his harem's tournament.

[Strange, no reaction, host?]

HTC mocked, as it felt there was no need to butt in at the previous instance, it needed Hisha to learn about the workings of this world himself if he wanted to survive fine.

'If they want to kill each other in the arena, they have my blessings. Only the strong survive anyways.' Hisha replied coldly with a shrug of his shoulders.

After a few seconds of seemingly nothing, he clenched his teeth when he saw Lilt explode from an impact made by Solara.

[500 points acquired]

[100 points granted]

[Harem: 6257]

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Hisha stared at the translucent screen that popped up, he was more than satisfied with the performance, so long as he benefited from it.

He had accumulated a total of 4600 points just from the activities of his harem and the tasks he had accomplished which excluded the points he would gain from each victory of his harem.

After the tournament, he had made up his mind about using the inventory section.

He had noticed the figures reduced and a smile grew on his lips. The lower it was, the faster the tournament would be over for the day.

[Duel: 7]

[Number of possible harems participating: 14]

[Victories: 1]

[Points accumulated during the tournament: 500]

Hisha created an invisible shield around the harem who had been watching. The blood and flesh bounced off the shield, falling to the ground.

The only unlucky one was Solara who had blood splattered on her body, but she seemed not to care as she let out a deranged laugh, wiping at her face.

Zui watched with concern, it was one thing to win a tournament, but it was another to bring out the beast in those she wished didn't show it to a frightening degree.

Solara turned towards Hisha and bowed. With the glow in her eyes deactivated, she reverted to her innocent demeanor and gave an eye-shut smile.

Giving a single nod of acknowledgment, Hisha looked over to Kritz to make the announcement.

"Solara Nyx wins the first round!" He announces in a loud voice.

The crowd cheered as Solara returned to the others.

Zui materialized a cotton towel that dropped on Solara's head.

"Clean up, you bloody little brat." She joked which earned her a laugh from Solara while she did as she was told.

Zui examined Solara's body in search of the scratch marks but was amazed by her healing abilities.

"Woah, it's as though you never sustained any injury. Is this the benefit of being a phoenictix?" She gawked in awe the moment Solara sat beside her.

Solara grinned from ear to ear but said nothing about her healing abilities. She had only one weak spot–her head, the only one which would take a while before it could heal or she dies from huge damage there.

"Let's focus on the tournament, shall we?" Solara giggled and looked forward.

They all watched as Wae dipped his hand into the hovering silver cup, and pulled out yet another two pieces of paper.

Kritz on the other hand was reluctant to take it from him, a look of disdain and strife effortlessly spread across his face.

When he was given a stern look by Hisha, he grudgingly snatched the papers from Wae.

Wae let out a laugh at the attitude displayed by the Vandrik, he was only this rude because of his power and backing.

Opening up the paper, Kritz had a devilish smile.

Hisha tilted his head and wondered what could be as interesting to bring out such a reaction.

"Ema Hui and Emi Hui." He announced.

'That sounds like a twin name.' Hisha noted in his thoughts, awaiting confirmation from the harem members that would step out and from HTC on its character status.

[Name: Ema Hui]

[Height: 163cm]

[Race: Human]

[Rarity: Twins–younger]

[Name: Emi Hui]

[Height: 163cm]

[Race: Human]

[Rarity: Twins–older]

Hisha leaned forward after reading their character status, he had never envisioned that there could be a possibility of sisters picked to be his harem and also paired against one another.

'It just gets even more interesting as the tournament goes on.' He thought with a smirk.

From his knowledge of the human world, he could already guess how this would play out with no ability involved–the use of weapons and armory might be used.

There was a gasp from his harem at the strange selection as they watched the twins step out.

Silver, shoulder-length hair double braided to reveal a charming face. Darting amber eyes took a glance at Hisha.

She wore a set of armor which has a coif with a faceguard shaped like a laughing face on her hair. Attached to the top is a leather piece used to attach long, colored hairs which flow towards the back.

The shoulders are fairly squared, tall, and large. They're decorated with a bull's head on each side, both sides have a metal ring through the bull's noses.

The upper arms are protected by rounded, half-covering rerebraces which sit loosely under the shoulder plates. The lower arms are covered by vambraces which have layers of squared leather on the outer sides.

The breastplate is made from many diagonal layers of leather and fur with rounded edges and decoration pieces. It covers everything from the neck down and ends at the groin, but the shoulder area is fairly exposed to allow for more movement space.

The upper legs are covered by a skirt of diagonal layers of leather and fur reaching down to the knee. The front is open. The lower legs are protected by leather shin guards which have layers of curved leather with pointed tips. Thick cloth pants are worn beneath this all.

'That's quite a preparation.' Hisha cringed at the leather armor.

[Ema Hui]

HTC informed so he could distinguish between the two as opposed to the twins' similar outlook.

Unlike Ema, Emi had her silver, shoulder-length hair in a single braid. Red tribal markings in the form of a diagonal line across her left amber eye mark her blood relation to her sister.

She had chosen not to dress in armor like her sister, instead donning a black crop top with high-waisted gray cargo pants fastened with a black belt and tucked into her black boots.

[Emi Hui]

'Yeah, yeah I get the logic!' Hisha dismissed the user interface from his view.

With fingerless black gloves, Emi placed her feet at a slight side angle and knees facing the direction of her feet. She beckoned Ema to take the first step as soon as she clutched tightly her push daggers. "Bring it on, little sis!"

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A/N

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¶ Ema

Or

¶ Emi