Harem God- Dimensional Motel System

The whole situation was just too ridiculous.

A key, a mysterious letter, and a random cheque showing up at his parents' grave?

'Is someone playing a prank on me? Where are the cameras?'

He walked in circles like a confused puppy, suddenly suspicious after spotting a bush that looked a little too big.

Walking low and slow like a spy, he crept behind it. Then—jumping out—he pointed sharply.

"Aha! Gotcha!"

Nothing.

Straightening up, he scratched his head and tapped his right foot on the ground.

"Come on, I know you're out there! Is this one of those prank shows where a beautiful lady suddenly confesses to me and tells me that she came from the future?"

He even peeked into a flowerpot, half-expecting a tiny camera to be nestled among the petals.

'Are they using drones? ' he muttered, tilting his head up.

But within seconds, his eyes ached.

'It burns!' he yelped, recoiling and rubbing his eyes like he just been hit with pepper spray.

Whoever planted this flower was a fucking jerk.

Calming a bit, he look at the items

'Maybe this thing is real?...'

'No, that's impossible.'

Even if his IQ had taken a nosedive from years of consuming junk food and gaming sessions, he wasn't that dense.

However, there was something in the back of his mind that kept telling him to check it out.

'This is bullshit.'

He was about to crumple the paper when something caught the corner of his eye.

Faint letters appeared—only visible when sunlight hit them just right. Barely noticeable.

Realizing this, he lifted the letter higher, eyes scanning the words again.

This time, the message made expression darkened.

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If you want to uncover the real reason your parents died, you have to claim your grandfather's inheritance.

35.175176.137.121481

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'This is a joke…right?' He gritted his teeth in annoyance.

If this was some kind of prank, they crossed a line by dragging his parents' death into it.

'Fuck. I'll find whoever's screwing with me, and make them pay.'

His blood pressure was rising again, so he took a quick breath. Getting angry wouldn't solve anything.

With that in mind, his eyes locked onto the numbers. This wasn't just some random code—it looked like GPS coordinates.

His fingers, steady as ever when it comes to gadgets, tapped the numbers into the map.

'It's a long way, but I can make it.'

The location was outside Tokyo, reachable by bus.

But if he took the bullet train, he would arrive in an hour and a half.

'How much is the fare again?' he mused, glancing at the ticket app on his phone.

'Seventeen thousand yen? That's like… 115 bucks!'

At this rate, his 50,000 yen would be gone in no time.

'I'll just take the bus,' he decided. It would take longer, but it was much cheaper.

Slowly, he turned to face the worn tombstone, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon light.

"Mom, Dad," he said softly, his voice shaking a little "if you're really watching over me.. I promise, I'll figure out what it means. I won't let you down."

His fingers brushed the cold stone, tracing the faded letters .

A breeze stirred the leaves overhead, rustling softly, as if the trees were whispering back.

Swallowing hard, he straightened up, his eyes sharper now, more focused. If someone who knew him were here right now, they would think the old him came back.

But before heading to the coordinates, he needed to prepare.

Luck stood outside the department store, feeling a bit nervous.

He hadn't been to places like this in a long time. The unfamiliar setting made his stomach twist.

'It's just a store,' he told himself, but his palms were still sweaty .

Inside, the place overwhelmed him. Bright lights bounced off shiny floors. Rows of neatly arranged clothes stretched across the aisles.

'I need to get some T-shirts first,'

The ones in his place were worn-out: collars stretched, colors faded, holes in the worst spots.

Why go through the effort?

Simple. He was heading somewhere unfamiliar. He would need to talk to people, maybe ask for help.

Looking like a mess would only make things harder. People judged fast. Some might ignore him. Others might try to scam him.

"Sir, you've been standing there a while. Some customers are waiting." A guard's voice snapped him out of it.

When he turned around, he noticed people fidgeting and glaring at him.

'Shit. I forgot this is real life, not some anime where time stops when the MC has an internal monologue'

He darted out of the way and headed straight for the clothing section.

As he browsed through the racks, his fingers brushed against a type of fabric that was smooth to the touch.

It was a thick, durable cotton jersey. The material was simple and not too hot, making it an excellent choice for everyday wear.

Satisfied with his selections, he grabbed two plain white T-shirts and two pairs of pants—one maroon, the other black.

"Now I need to get a travel bag," he rubbed his double chin, and went to another section.

Next, he made his way to the hardware section, searching for items he could use as a weapon.

Among the options, the knives stood out: chef's knives, utility cutters, and hunting daggers.

Clutched in his hand was a small, sturdy folding knife that was surprisingly light

Rounding the corner, his eyes landed on a thick metal dog chain.

It was sturdy and could serve multiple purposes either as a makeshift weapon or to secure belongings.

'Good enough,' he tossed it into his travel bag.