Monster Harem In The Tower-Chapter 40: Birth of the Alchedick

Nathan froze, trembling, his right arm still folded across his chest—supporting the Prunus Vitalis meant to be sampled.

His left hand remained stiff, gripping another Prunus Vitalis.

The snake monster trembled, her head slightly bowed as if holding back laughter. Nathan’s eyes stayed locked on what she was offering.

Flowers?

His gaze drifted upward, staring at her lowered head.

Shhhsss... Shhhhshhh... Sorry..ss..

Her hands, previously extended with an awkward bouquet of mismatched flowers, let them fall.

Then she turned around.

Nathan’s eyes widened as the snake monster spun.

She’s blushing?

He could see it clearly—Eyes lined in a natural red hue, not shaking.

Lips gently clenched between her fangs, as if something needed to be said but couldn’t escape past guilt and tension.

The snake girl slithered away, crossing the river, disappearing into the bushes.

Sorry? Nathan frowned.

He knelt down, inspecting the awkward bundle of flowers—ripped hastily, stems uneven and torn like the printed report of a sales agent who failed to meet monthly quota...

...while their rental payments were already two months overdue.

[Ding!]

[Complete the task!!]

The system’s notification chimed just as Nathan was still lost in thought, staring at the flowers brought by a creature whose V-line haunted his memory like a forgotten wet dream.

"...Okay," he muttered through clenched teeth.

The Hunter Trade Center panel reopened. Nathan began slotting each Prunus Vitalis fruit into the designated sample slots.

[Ding!]

[First task completed]

[Proceed to second task]

[Step one: Fill each bottle with your urine!!]

"Motherfucker!" Nathan clenched his fists—furious at the system’s timing, as if it refused to let him savor the fragile beauty of the flowers just handed to him by that snake monster who always appeared and vanished like a fevered hallucination in heat.

Nathan gathered the first bouquet ever given to him without any formal reason and placed it beside the trunk of the Prunus Vitalis tree.

He stood up with clear irritation.

[Ding!]

[First Bottle.....]

The panel released a potion bottle, it looked like an expensive perfume with little content, and for some reason often praised by people as if they could judge scents really well as the most professional scent-tracking dog among the dogs.

Nathan slowly unzipped his pants, feeling the first piss after waking up about to come. He looked at the potion bottle,opened it like a cheap carbonated drink that people get addicted to.

He held his cock in his left hand,with his thumb and index finger, while the rest of his fingers clenched the potion bottle cap. His right hand lowered the potion bottle, he aimed the tip of his cock toward the potion bottle.

[Ding!]

[Urine may spill....]

[Support tool provided....]

Nathan, who was about to piss, held it back—his piss already pumped from his bladder.

A glass tube appeared,like the kind that often appears in children’s cartoons and explodes, emerged from the panel and floated.

"Tsk..." Nathan was annoyed.

Nathan took the glass tube with his right hand, annoyed,and finally pissed again until the glass tube was full—with its mouth pressed directly against the tip of his cock.

"Now what?" Nathan said, annoyed.

[Sit... Place the glass tube on the ground...]

[Second support tool has been prepared...]

Nathan obeyed. He sat.

A medical syringe appeared.

[Use this to fill each bottle...]

"Okay..." He sighed, annoyed.

He didn’t want to complain to a system that was only following orders.

He held the syringe, placed the first bottle on the ground, and drew the piss from the tube until the medical syringe was full.

He then filled the first bottle, sealed it, and a panel displaying a lineup of bottles appeared.

Nathan placed the filled one into an empty slot.

The second bottle appeared.

Nathan repeated the process.

Damn, my piss is being used in the weirdest way... he thought.

The second bottle was done. Nathan moved on to the third.

Well... at least it’s useful for humanity.

A faint flicker of satisfaction surfaced.

Nathan exhaled and continued to the fourth bottle. He felt a strange mix of emotions—like a waiter having a lovely conflict with a customer, and deciding to add a special ingredient to their dish just to end the tension. The customer leaves satisfied. He smiles—genuinely and happy.

Nathan finally managed to fill the tenth bottle. The two tools he had received from the system disappeared.

A syringe appeared again—this time, it looked like it was made of iron. Nathan grabbed it.

[Ding!]

[Select Monster Blood Source]

A translucent panel opened before him, flashing with images of various creatures.

[Select Ironspine Species:]

Steelback Boar (Status: Already Registered – High Density)

Ferrofang Lizard (Status: Wild – Low Resistance)

Ironmaw Squirrel (Status: Timid – Evasive)

Hollowsteel Serpent (Status: Hard to Capture – Extremely Slippery)

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A smaller window slid in beside the selection screen.

[System Recommendation: Ferrofang Lizard]

[Reason: Its blood contains naturally stable Ironspike Plasma, highly compatible with Puripee. Low risk, easy extraction.]

Nathan exhaled slowly through his nose.

"Okay, send me the location..." he said.

[[Ding!]

[Route has been located!!]

A panel appeared showing a pinpoint location—it wasn’t far.

Nathan only had to walk past some bushes before arriving at the system’s designated spot—a clearing littered with small iron stones glimmering dully.

There, a lizard emerged from behind a rock.

Its body was rough and glinted like it was coated in aged steel.

Its size reached up to a grown man’s thigh, with a rippling tail dragging through the dirt and bronze-colored eyes reflecting the morning sunlight.

[Ding!]

[Specimen: Ferrofang Lizard detected]

[System Suggestion: Activate Temporary Physical Enhancement and throw the syringe from a distance. This syringe will auto-lock once it pierces the target’s flesh.]

Nathan raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously... throwing a syringe?"

But he complied.

His hand trembled slightly as he activated the buff.

[Temporary Physical Enhancement Activated]

His muscles tightened momentarily, his breath slowed. He rolled his shoulders like someone preparing for a silent circus performance fueled by spite.

He gripped the iron syringe—and in one coarse but elegant spinning motion, he hurled it.

Srekkk!

The syringe struck the lizard’s lower back with precision. The creature let out a soft shriek before collapsing. Metallic red liquid began dripping from its body to the ground.

The syringe popped out, and the lizard scrambled away, vanishing into the brush.

[Ding!]

[Target Hit]

[Auto-Extraction Successful]

[1 Tube of Ferrofang Blood has been stored in Inventory]

The system panel reappeared.

[Next Step: Drip two drops of blood into each bottle of Mettallumcum]

[Instruction: Gently shake after you drop the second drop]

Nathan sighed.

He opened the first bottle, took a dropper from the panel, and let two crimson drops—thick like cursed mercury—fall into the pale yellow piss-like liquid inside.

Slowly, he shook the bottle—like someone mixing luxury perfume with ancient poison.

The first bottle swirled gently in Nathan’s hand.

The liquid inside began to spin, forming a muted golden vortex.

The piss-colored fluid gradually turned silvery—like molten metal consecrated on a forgotten altar.

[Ding!]

[Reaction Active...]

[Formula Stabilized — Effect: +15% Weapon Hardness]

[Duration: 30 minutes per drop]

Nathan placed the completed bottle back into its slot.

Second bottle. Two drops.

Shake gently.

Third bottle. Two drops.

Shake gently.

But as he touched the final bottle—

Suddenly, the system flashed red.

[Ding!] [Ding!] [Ding!]

An alert panel emerged, flickering with a countdown timer, a single message hovering above it:

[WARNING.....!]