Harem God: Leveling Up Yanderes in the Apocalypse

Leon and Caitlyn lay on the god mattress with satisfied expressions, with the latter resting her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"I love you, Leon." She said quietly.

Leon took a deep breath and looked into the star-filled sky, peering through the ripped canopy with a pensive expression.

"I hope I can feel that emotion for you one day." He replied gently, "But for now, I can honestly say my feelings for you transcends the feelings I have for Reina by miles. That shows the difference between having emotions and the emotions I have for you."

Caitlyn giggled. "You act like I expect love from you. I'm just grateful to be near you."

He smiled and brushed her hair with his fingers. "But I want to."

She turned her head to look into his green eyes. "Really?"

"Of course." Leon smiled gently, "I want to love all of you; you most of all."

Caitlyn blushed and turned away. "Why? I'm a stalker, remember?"

"And I'm a real psychopath." He chuckled, "What's your point?"

"But that's what I love about you." She giggled.

"And your unconditional love and stalkerness are what I like about you." Leon laughed.

They laughed together and enjoyed the brief moment of pure contentment.

—

Meanwhile, the pillow fight matchups continued with full force.

"Next up, we have two disturbingly muscular women!" Lindy yelled with her hands held high, "One's an over-glorified snake, and the other is a loyal dog!"

The crowd went wild as Manka slithered into the arena, and Mirth walked from the other side, both grinning in amusement at Lindy's bluntness.

Manka took every opportunity to emphasize that she was a lamia, not a snake, and Mirth's philosophy was that the duty of soldiers was to do what the leader asked without question.

In short, Lindy's crude assessment of them was as spot on as it was offensive.

"Now listen up! Both these women are muscular and have incredible power; for that reason, their power disparity will not be hindered beyond reason!

These two can duke it out with the full size for maximum entertainment!"

The haremites exploded into cheers. Both women fought together to bring down a titan during the Paradise Road event and were indeed muscular.

The eight-foot-tall, derisively buff, and twenty-foot-long black snake woman grinned.

While Leon made a big show of scolding her for complaining, he didn't explain that it wasn't a tournament and that he'd put her against someone strong.

As a result, she'd be able to crush the woman she wanted to most.

While Manka was intimidating to everyone, Mirth maintained a calm, orderly expression. Her back was ramrod straight, and her body language demanded respect.

When they squared off, the angle at God Display compared the two's muscles.

The olive-skinned canine woman wore a dark gray crop top jacket, only covering her breasts and shoulders. She had slender yet remarkably chiseled abs.

One didn't understand how asymmetrical abs were on humans until they saw her body.

Her breasts weren't transformed into horrifying pecs, as she had d-cup breasts. Therefore, she retained a very proportionate look.

Mirth's arms were extremely refined, showcasing her muscle without excess. She was the perfect level of muscular—for men.

Her canine ears were straight, looking like larger greyhound ears if they were delightfully fluffy and dark brown and white.

Manka was the opposite. Her thigh-like forearms showcased every muscle available in the human body as if they got pumped up like a balloon, ready to pop.

Naturally, her biceps were industrial-grade and needed no explanation.

"You know the drill, ladies!" Lindy roared, "Trash talk is mandatory, so vent those frustrations on each other, or it's an instant loss!"

The crowd burst into laughter, bewildered by the brunette's neverending brazenness.

Mirth was the first to speak, feeling duty-bound to follow the orders as Leon put Lindy in charge.

"I'm curious. Does your love for crushing things define your entire personality?" She asked curiously.

"Why would you ask me such a pointless question?" Manka scoffed in annoyance.

The canine woman's eyes glided to the left in thought. "What makes it worthless?"

"These uncivilized humans only see these muscles and assume I crush shit." The lamia replied, "So why would I waste my time talkin' about anything else?"

"This woman is self-aware as a motherfucker!" Lindy screamed, "Our prejudice is laid bare on the table, so make sure to feel as awkwardly ashamed as I do!"

The haremites awkwardly cheered, and the buff snake woman grinned in amusement.

"That woman's strong and blunt." Manka laughed in amazement, "I respect strong people who're forward without bein' cunts."

"Me too. See, we have two things in common." Mirth replied, "That and a love for body sculpting. So why don't you talk about that?"

Manka burst into laughter. "You do—so what? People see the muscles and know everything about my appreciation for muscle building. They're not interested."

"You don't think that anyone else is interested?" The canine woman smirked.

"There's another person here that didn't drink that invaluable titan potion out of respect for this body.

You don't think someone like that isn't interested in how you got treasonously unnatural muscles?"

Manka's eyes widened in discernment. Leon also had an unnaturally refined body from his years of inhumane training.

The three hadn't drunk the titan potion they won at the Paradise Road event. It increased their strength, but it also sculpted their muscles.

Leon waited until the other two did it so he wouldn't be competing unnaturally.

It was highly irrational. However, it had value in maintaining respect from two powerful women.

Besides, sociopathy doesn't make people calculators. Sociopaths do what they want; they're just unrestrained by morals or emotions.

"Hah. Maybe." Manka laughed, "That idiot is a patchwork of every insane trait imaginable."

"And the lady compliments our leader!" Lindy yelled excitedly, causing the stands to explode.

"But it's questionably insulting. Soooooooo Mirth, make sure this woman gets a thorough punishment just in case! Three-two-one, begin!"

The brunette rattled off the countdown in less than a second.

Despite that, the women instantly transformed into their full forms, making their clothing explode.

Manka became 60 feet tall with a tail that was 150 in length. Her shoulders were thirty feet across, and her small muscles became the size of boulders.

Now that she had leveled up after Paradise Road and got all the bonuses, she was a certified final-boss level monster.

By contrast, Mirth's werewolf form was still 20 feet tall. The only intrinsic benefit of size is the weight of gravity, which makes the ground unstable and hard to avoid wide attacks.

However, Mirth was far faster, and twenty feet and her agility were more than enough to avoid attacks.

"Hey. First things first—fuck the pillows, yeah?" Manka asked with a grin.

"I'm okay with that. Rules permitting." Mirth said.

"I accept!" Lindy roared.

Ding!

—

The God's Association permits the fight without pillows. However, it won't come with rewards.

—

"I'm okay with that." Manka grinned.

"Me too." Mirth said.

"Whatever, begin!" Lindy yelled.

Mirth immediately jumped onto the snake woman's scales and scaled her body, ducking and weaving Manka's attempts to grab her.

When she reached Mankas' abs, she used one paw to scale with her legs and the other claw into the woman's skin.

The audience cringed as they saw a red line develop from the woman's waist to her breasts in only a few seconds.

While the wounds weren't deep for a 60-foot woman, they still cut into her muscles.

Manka used the side of her forearm at lightning speed to push down below her breasts.

The arm's size made it unavoidable, so Mirth jumped and bit into the woman's flexor carpi, the muscle on the side of the forearm.

It was so large it protruded out unnaturally, and she could chomp into it easily.

Manka laughed with a murderous glint in her eyes when she felt Mirth's jaws—it was a trap.

She flexed her forearm, increasing the size exponentially, attempting to break the werewolf's jaw.

However, Mirth scoffed in disdain. While she felt heavy stress on her jaw, she planned for that!

She was also extremely muscular; the thought that the snake woman tried to trap her with human anatomy was insulting!

Mirth only bit the top of the muscle; as a result, when Manka flexed her muscle, it only served to sink the werewolf jaws into her arm.

"Gah! You got some power, but don't underestimate me!" Manka yelled.

She relaxed her arm and flexed it again extremely fast. Her muscles were as hard as steel, so the sudden pressure pushed Mirth up.

Once partially loose, Manka swung her arm down aggressively, allowing the werewolf to chomp the section out of her arm.

Mirth flew downward with a mouth full of muscle—

THUD!

—and choked on it temporarily as she bounced up, making her vision hazy. She was confused just long enough for Manka to grab the woman with both hands.

Everyone watched in horror as the massive woman held Mirth in her hand like a doll and squeezed, causing her grotesque veins to bulge.

A sickening crack followed as Mirth's body was crushed, leaving her exposed head moving in choppy, unnatural motions.

It was a horrifying sight. However, no golden light followed—a wave of silver light waved across the werewolf's black and silver fur instead.

Before Manka could react, her hand began pulsing unnaturally, and a symphony of sickening cracks filled the airwaves.

Considering that Mirth was crushed under thirty tons of pressure, it stunned everyone, including the snake woman.

"AWHOOOOOOOOOO!" Mirth howled, looking upward.

It was only then that everyone was reminded that it was nighttime and nearing a full moon.