Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise! - Chapter 295

A faint smile crossed Pyris’s lips, though it quickly faded as the aches in his body flared again. Rising from his seat, he winced, his injuries protesting every movement. His wounds of his recent battles with the guardian were reopening and showed no signs of healing.

“Guess I’ll be going to the office with these on my face,” he muttered, shaking his head. But that was the least of his worries.

With a thought, he pulled out a list—the treasures he needed to recover Lia’s soul. The items glimmered faintly on the screen.

[Primordial Etherstone, Aetherium Threads, Obsidian Soulglass, Void Essence Crystal, Luststone Shard, Celestial Bloodmetal, Blood of a God.]

Two of these treasures were already in his possession: the Void Essence Crystal and now the Blood of a God.

“I’ll need Mira to search and turn the labyrinth upside down for the others while I look for them here,” Pyris mused aloud.

Closing the system screen with a flick of his hand, Pyris sighed deeply. He needed rest, but his mind wouldn’t stop racing. Thoughts of Alexa gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. Her presence had vanished entirely, leaving behind only an unsettling emptiness.

Where was she? He hadn’t felt her at all!

Still, he was grateful for the clarity her visions had provided. Thanks to his severed connection to fate and destiny, Pyris had already recognized the first part of her visions and knew precisely how to stop it.

“But what about the second vision… the one where I almost die?” he muttered as he walked weakly down the opulent hallway of his mansion.

The floor beneath his feet was made of polished obsidian, gleaming faintly under the modern chandelier lights above.

The walls were lined with abstract, glowing murals that shimmered with energy, a blend of magic and technology far beyond anything Earth could imagine.

In that vision, a woman had demanded something from him—a treasure maybe? He couldn’t tell what it was going to be that was going to lead to his undoing, only that in that he had handed it over, sealing his fate but saving his women and family from becoming target.

“As far as I know, I don’t possess anything that would draw that kind of powerful being,” Pyris muttered, his golden eyes narrowing. His steps faltered slightly as the ache in his muscles worsened.

Eventually, he reached his destination. Opening the heavy, automated door, he found Nysa waiting for him. Her silver hair cascaded down her back, her ancient presence filling the room like an unspoken force.

“Perfect. I wanted to talk to you,” Pyris said as he eased himself into a seat across from her.

“Me too, young noble,” Nysa replied, her voice rich with an archaic elegance.

They had much to discuss, but their shared title as God-Slayers stood at the forefront. Pyris gestured for her to approach.

“There’s something you need to know. Collect!”

Extending his arm, Pyris allowed Nysa to absorb the information directly from him.

As she grasped his hand, an electric sensation coursed through his body. Pyris fought back a groan of pleasure, his expression strained, until Nysa finally released him.

“You’re a God-Slayer now,” Pyris said, his voice low but certain. “A full-fledged one.”

From Nysa’s calm expression, Pyris could tell she had already suspected as much. Unlike him, who had unlocked only 12% of his potential, Nysa had achieved her full power and potential.

She could wield Cosmic Mana freely—a fact the system had only revealed after some coaxing.

The Anti-divine Mana energy is called the Cosmic Mana!

“Reluctant? More like it didn’t know,” Pyris muttered under his breath. “More likely that it’s The Goddess told me instead.”

Another topic arose, one he had already pieced together but needed to share with Nysa.

While gods could sense the presence of most God-Slayers, Pyris’s unique situation shielded him from their detection. But Nysa’s immunity was different too. It came from their connection.

After hours of discussion and a brief demonstration of Nysa’s ability to manipulate Cosmic Mana, Pyris ended their meeting with a sense of satisfaction.

“I’m glad you can fight now without drawing their attention,” he said, gripping her shoulders firmly. Giving her a final, approving look, Pyris turned and made his way down the hall.

His next destination was clear: Elsa, his young moon elf. She had said she had something to show him, and Pyris felt a flicker of curiosity.

Whatever it was, he was eager to find out.

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The room was a masterpiece of modern elegance entwined with gothic allure. Its dark theme spoke of power and mystery, with smooth black walls lit by the soft crimson glow of embedded LED strips, outlining the contours of the room like veins coursing with vitality. The vast window stretched across one side of the chamber, revealing a sprawling cityscape adorned with glittering lights.

It was a sight to behold, but even the city lights paled in comparison to the presence within the room.

The bed was the centerpiece, grand and imposing. Its frame was sleek, ebony, and intricately carved with patterns reminiscent of dragon scales. A velvet comforter lay folded at the foot, and the bed itself radiated a sense of sensuality and command, befitting a queen.

Amidst this mesmerizing setting, she lay—a vision of forbidden allure. Astrid, the empress of the Dragon Empire, rested on her side, her figure a perfect blend of grace and ferocity. Her long, hair spilled across the silk pillows like moonlight, soft waves framing her radiant face.

It was as though her beauty defied the oppressive darkness of the room, illuminating it with an ethereal glow that was hers alone.

Her lingerie was a marvel in itself, an intoxicating symphony of midnight blue and intricate lace that clung to her curves with an audacious precision.

The bodice was corset-like, adorned with delicate embroidery that mimicked flowing flames, rising and falling like whispers of her own regal fire.

The neckline plunged daringly, accentuating her elegant collarbones and the gentle swell of her chest, offering just enough allure to make the imagination wander yet holding back enough to command reverence.

Thin straps adorned with tiny jewels shimmered faintly as they rested upon her porcelain skin, tracing the outline of her shoulders and framing her slender neck.

The lace of her stockings climbed her toned thighs, each delicate pattern emphasizing the strength and allure of her figure. Her every detail seemed crafted to perfection—an intoxicating blend of power and seduction that could bring the strongest of men to their knees.

Yet, despite the breathtaking allure of the scene, the room carried a heavy silence.

Astrid’s expression, though serene in her illusionous peace, betrayed the faintest shadow of sorrow.

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For Astrid, the empress of the Dragon Empire, the fallout between her daughter and the emperor had left her broken in ways no crown could repair. Her daughter, her joy and sorrow, she longed for her presence yet she didn’t know here to start but she knew where the first steps should take her…

And there was only one solution to her worries.

“Pyris Obsidian~” the long delayed meeting was coming and with it came another revelation that nor Astrid, the Emperor will be able to accept, at least for the latter.