Harem God: Leveling Up Yanderes in the Apocalypse

Between the Tibulion suburbs and the Lemmox Sanctuary was a connector city called Kaskmont. It was a hot tourist spot with a large entertainment strip visited by both cities.

The stretch was also one of [two] ways to access Lemmox from the south.

To spice things up, the gods decided to add a truly obscene number of monsters into the east and web sides of the city to ensure that candidates moved in one stretch.

The areas were on fire, large hellhounds prowled the area, and rubble barred the ability to move in a straight path. They were death trenches.

As a result, everyone had to move down a narrow stretch together, thus ensuring the [benign event] was a simple spectacle to watch humans be humans and massacre each other.

However, one group of competitors completely disregarded the gods' intention with relaxed looks on their faces.

"Hey… isn't this… a bit too easy?" Lindy asked Leon in a telepathic link, "Like, shouldn't we let people get pre-cooked with trauma, so they're more grateful we're helping them?"

Leon laughed while lacing his hands behind his head.

"I like how you think, but you keep forgetting about our brand." He asserted,

"If we show up after something bad happens to someone, they'll be wary of all people and question us.

Now, if they've seen us conspicuously helping people all day, and then we save them, they won't question us, right?"

"Oh, yeah…." Lindy thought in amazement.

"Not only that, but we're not going to convince everyone to blindly rebuild civilization with the man picking up women during a bloodbath." Leon chuckled.

"So just kick back, relax and enjoy the sunshine. Letting women enjoy a casual ride is the essence of a sex god."

Lindy knew he was twisting the situation but shuttered in ecstasy when he said he was a [sex god].

However, she snapped back into focus because five women stared at her with creeped-out expressions.

"Ahem. We'll be at the Sanctuary in five more minutes." Lindy announced to the women.

"I… we… thank you?" One of them replied nervously, "Are you helping people because you want the bonus rewards? Or… we don't know what you people want."

Leon chuckled and pulled up his interface.

—

Party Name: Leon's Female Skylift Service [Whistle or Flare and We'll Be There]

Current Participants: 387

Bonus Rewards:

[User can only see their current metrics.]

Protect the Most Individuals from Attacks: 37

Party: ???

Get the Most Individuals to Lennox: 85

Party: ???

Eat the Most Candidates: 0

Party: ???

Eat the Most Survivors: 0

Party: ???

God's Representation Award: ???

Most Entertaining Party: ???

Hidden Rewards: Five

—

To Lindy's dismay, the group went to bed immediately after planning. In the morning, they made breakfast using food in the house, and Leon bought the—

Aphrodite's Limited Edition [Daddy Porn] Chest Harness

—for 200 SP so Reina could strap to Caitlyn's stomach while flying.

The woman wore a black mask, completing a gimp-like appearance because she had a major role in their future operations and couldn't expose her identity.

Leon added additions to Caitlyn's harness so he could hold it instead of her neck when flying.

As for Lindy, she was currently in a wooden basket the group built early in the morning.

The basket was large enough to fit ten people and was tied to Caitlyn's feet with bondage rope to hold it in the air.

In short, Caitlyn was a bondage angel hot air balloon en route to the Sanctuary, and Lindy was in the basket portion with the five women they picked up ten minutes ago.

Obviously, calling an angel with a basket tied to her ankle a hot air balloon was a terrible description.

It was perfectly described as a golden stork delivering potential haremites to a safe haven box, but that description was far too extra.

So onlookers naturally settled on a [cultured hot air balloon] with new, black lingerie panties carrying six women.

After seeing her move back and forth on nine trips, that was the final name they decided on.

"Yes, we're aiming for the bonus, so saving you is part of that. However, we're mostly doing it in hopes you'll remember the name, Leon Traxler." Lindy said while flashing the women a dazzling smile.

"When… you say remember, are you implying we owe him a favor?" A redhead cringed.

—

"Hey, Caitlyn. There's only one woman in the group who keeps shooting at us." Leon commented in a barely audible voice above Lindy and the others, "So do you mind?"

—

"Ahem." Lindy coughed to regain their attention, "You don't owe him a favor. He's a genuinely good guy, so you don't have to be afraid of him."

As she finished her words, a massive pillar of light shot from the heavens, reducing an entire block to ash as it moved across the land.

The women's faces lit up from the dazzling light. The surreal scene was burned into their corneas.

—

"Great job, Caitlyn. It's always best to send people a message, so they're moderately afraid of us." Leon remarked from above, "That way, they don't take our kindness for weakness.

Also, you're doing a stunning job. You make killing powerful people look effortless."

"You really think so? Thank you!" Caitlyn cried, "Since you're not choking me anymore, can I call you master as a reward?"

"Caitlyn, we've talked about this. I only choke you when I'm on your—"

—

"AHEM!" Lindy coughed, loud enough for [everyone] to hear her words.

The women, whose faces looked like surprised mannequins, snapped into reality.

"As a reminder, while we're making this look easy, people are trying to kill you." The brunette continued, "So please don't confuse self-defense with [murderous]."

The redhead blinked twice in response.

They had just watched a massive beam of light rip through the earth like God went ant hunting with a magnifying glass, and then the brunette called it [self-defense].

However, the five women nodded their heads blankly. They didn't want to rock the boat a thousand feet in the air in a shaky wooden box.

Leon sighed when he learned he had lost another group. He had experienced the current flavor of silence in the atmosphere multiple times.

The women wouldn't make eye contact with him every time it happened after leaving.

Perhaps they needed to kill people before they could become a problem?

Or should they look worn out and beaten down, so people knew their actions were [self-defense]?

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he got.

Even if he had negative intentions, the women in the basket saw a monster-festered hellscape to the west and a violent demonstration of human depravity to the east.

The more people looked, the more grateful they should be!

When his annoyance took over, he made a mental link with Caitlyn.

"Hey, let Reina do something for once." Leon chuckled sardonically.

"Should we let her know?" Caitlyn asked.

"Nah. Reina should be prepared at all times. A surprise attack will be a wake-up if she isn't.

As for Lindy, she needs an incentive to get better at closing. We're losing more women than we curry favor with. That needs to change, and I don't know how." Leon sighed.

"Okay. Hold on. That person has a bow, and that foresight is never a good sign." Caitlyn warned.

"Got it." He chuckled.

—

"Anyway… there is only two minutes left." Lindy sighed, "When you get to the Sanctuary, and we don't come hounding you for compensation, I hope you realize Leon's a good guy."

The five women started panicking at the sight of the young woman's dejected face. Her job was to build trust with the riders, but the death machine above her always ruined it.

Now she looked bad, and Caitlyn looked great. Lindy hated that.

Why? Was it because she was jealous of Caitlyn? Hard yes!

Because of her crazy? Not anymore!

Caitlyn had something that she now wanted.

What did she want?

Lindy wanted some motherfuckin' cuddles! That's what!

She didn't know how aggressively appealing cuddling could be until last night.

The cuddles were so innocent and perfect! If Leon added a light pinch of hardcore sex to the cuddles, she'd be in—

Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrlllllllllll BOOM!

"Aghhhhhhh—" Lindy flew face first into the redhead's breasts and then fell on top of her.

It wasn't just them; the basket was now a massive cuddle puddle.

Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrllllllll Boom!

"AaGgHhHhHhHhHhH!"

Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrllllllll BOOM!

"Stay down! We're under attack!" Lindy yelled when the woman under her tried getting up.

Whiiiiiiiiirrrrllllllll boom!

"Are you serious? You want to see where those exploding missiles are shooting from?" Lindy asked in exasperation.

Leon laughed silently above. The image of someone getting up to search for a sniper was hilarious.

That and the irony of Lindy yelling at people for their lack of situational awareness was a comic tragedy in itself.

"Che." A hunter clicked his tongue when his third arrow failed to bring the brazen group down.

Every time an arrow hit, it exploded onto an invisible barrier that erupted into a rainbow supernova when hit.

It was a truly dazzling sight. So dazzling that Leon asked Caitlyn to hold off on killing the archer.

"Hey, Reina. Can you use some other barriers?" Leon yelled.

"Ummm… I can. But why?" Reina called back in confusion.

"We have the attention of every candidate. So it's a perfect opportunity to showcase our hardcore defenses and build brand trust in our service." He explained.

"And if we can make it into a firework show, it's marketing gold!"