Gon's Harem System
Chapter 160: Leveling up

Chapter 160: Leveling up

Gon sprawled across the tangled sheets, chest heaving, the air thick with the scent of sweat and Lyssa floral perfume

Her ragged breaths echoed beside him, her bare shoulder brushing his as she propped herself up on one elbow, violet eyes glinting with a mix of exhaustion and suspicion

The conquest had been a whirlwind, her sharp tongue silenced, her haughty resistance melted into gasps, but now, as the heat faded, something else stirred

A flicker in his mind, a pulse of light

The system blinked to life, and it was the most beautiful thing Gon had ever seen

It wasn’t just a notification, it was a vision

Golden runes danced before his eyes, shimmering like liquid fire against a backdrop of endless black

They pulsed with power, each glyph humming a low, resonant note that vibrated through his skull

His breath caught

This wasn’t the dull buzz of Level 1’s awakening, this was a symphony, a promise of something greater

The runes shifted, forming words he could feel as much as read:

<200/200 XP Gained, Leveling Up>

Gon’s lips parted, a slow, feral grin spreading across his face

Level 3

He could now reach Qi Disciple

The words thrummed in his chest, igniting a hunger he hadn’t known he possessed

From a powerless runt mocked by his father’s court to this, a cultivator, a true mage-swordsman in the making

He could almost taste the mana in the air, sharp and electric, coiling around him like an eager beast

Beside him, Lyssa shifted, her brows knitting as she studied his expression

"What’s that look?" she muttered, voice hoarse but edged with curiosity

"You’re grinning like a madman."

He didn’t answer, not yet

The system wasn’t done

He closed his eyes and focused on the mana

The golden runes flared brighter, spinning into a new pattern, and a surge of energy flooded his body

His muscles tensed, his blood sang, and two final lines burned into his vision:

<New Ability Unlocked: Phantom Slash>

<New Ability Unlocked: Crimson Pulse>

The rush hit him like a storm

His right arm, the sword arm, twitched, a tingling heat racing from his shoulder to his fingertips

Instinct took over

He rolled off the bed, bare feet slapping the cold stone floor, and snatched his blade from where it leaned against the wall

The weapon felt alive in his grip, lighter than air yet heavy with potential

He swung, no thought, just motion, and Phantom Slash ignited

A crescent of spectral energy erupted from the steel, a ghostly arc that howled through the air

It stretched fifteen feet, a shimmering gray wave that slammed into the floorboards with a crack like thunder

Wood splintered, shards flying, and a faint echo lingered, a ripple of mana that made the room feel unsteady

Lyssa yelped, scrambling back on the bed, clutching the sheets to her chest

"What in the hells?" Her voice was sharp, but her eyes were wide, darting between Gon and the ruined floor

He barely heard her

A second wave of power was building, this one deeper, hotter, centered in his chest

Crimson Pulse

He clenched his fists, and the heat erupted, a red shockwave bursting from his core

It rolled outward in a five-foot radius, a visceral thrum that shook the air

A chair near the wall rocked, then skidded back with a screech, slamming into the stone

Dust swirled, and the faint scent of scorched mana stung his nose

Gon laughed, a raw, triumphant sound that echoed off the high ceilings of Lyssa’s chamber

"That’s power, princess," he said, turning to her with a grin that bared his teeth

She stared, mouth slightly open, her usual poise shattered

For once, the haughty Lyssa had no comeback

He liked that, liked it a lot

The system’s glow faded, leaving him buzzing, alive in a way he’d never been

Level 3

Qi Disciple

Phantom Slash and Crimson Pulse

The names rolled through his mind, each one a key to something bigger

He flexed his sword hand, feeling the ghostly aftertaste of Phantom Slash lingering in his grip

Then he took a step, testing his balance, his body felt stronger, sharper, like the mana itself was weaving into his bones

Body Initiate had been a spark, this was a flame

Lyssa finally found her voice, sliding off the bed and wrapping a silk robe around herself

"You’re insane," she said, but there was a flicker of something in her tone, fear, maybe, or fascination

"What was that? Some kind of magic trick?" She stepped closer, barefoot, her gaze flicking to the cracked floorboards and the displaced chair

"You’re no mage, you can’t be."

Gon sheathed his sword, the motion smooth and deliberate

"Not a mage?" He chuckled, low and dangerous

"I’m more than that now, stick around, Lyssa, you might see something worth watching."

Her lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t retreat

That spark in her eyes, he’d seen it before, right before she’d kissed him

She hated him, sure, but she couldn’t look away

Good

Let her stew

He turned toward the door, mind already racing

These abilities, they weren’t just toys

Phantom Slash could cut through a line of foes, disrupt their spells with that spectral echo

Crimson Pulse could break a charge, scatter a crowd, give him breathing room

But he didn’t know them yet, not really

He’d felt them, unleashed them, but control?

Precision?

That took practice

And with the tournament two days away, he didn’t have time to waste

"I’m leaving," he said over his shoulder, grabbing his boots from the floor

Lyssa crossed his arms, robe slipping slightly to reveal a sliver of collarbone

"Running off already? Afraid I’ll tell Ethan what you did?" Her smirk was back, taunting

Gon paused, one boot half-on, and shot her a look

"Tell him whatever you want."

Her smirk faltered, just for a second, and he grinned

"Besides, you liked it too much to snitch."

She scoffed, but he was already moving, yanking the door open

The hallway beyond was dim, the estate quiet save for the distant murmur of the duke and Lord Veyris downstairs

Gon’s boots thudded against the stone as he strode out, the weight of his new power settling into him like a second skin

He needed space, open air, a training ground

The duke’s estate had a yard, dummies, guards to spar with

He’d swing until Phantom Slash felt like an extension of his arm, pulse until Crimson Pulse bent to his will

Two days wasn’t much, but it was enough

It had to be

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