Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise! - Chapter 302

Pyris dropped into the chair, the weight of the orb still in his hand. It felt heavier now, almost like it had acknowledged him. The system chimed again, delivering the final verdict.

[Host has received knowledge of an unknown rank: Eternal Forging.]

He let out a dry laugh, his golden eyes glowing faintly. “Guess it’s time to call her.”

The thought made him pause, his gaze shifting to the screen of his phone. He pulled it out and stared at a photo saved in the gallery—a picture of his tutor. She looked more like a sloth than the legendary forge master she was supposed to be. Read exclusive adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

Pyris couldn’t help but grin. “She’s gonna kill me for this.”

At five or six, Emberly had called in her debt to Argos’s most renowned forge master—a reclusive legend. That’s how Pyris started his forging journey.

He’d soaked up every lesson, every detail, faster than anyone expected. By the time his tutor left, claiming she was done meddling in mortal affairs, Pyris was already surpassing her teachings.

But this… Eternal Forging? This was beyond him or her. Knowledge and techniques than nor mortal or immortal maybe even gods could fathom. He could only grasp edges of it.

He tapped her number on the screen and leaned back. The phone rang once, twice… five times. She didn’t pick up.

With a sly smirk, Pyris hit redial.

This time, a groggy, irritated voice answered. “What is it, Pyris? You better have a damn good reason for harassing me, you brat.”

“Wow, straight to insults. I missed you too, teacher,” Pyris said, his tone light.

“I’m serious. Do you have any idea what time it is? I’m trying to rest.” Her voice was slow, almost bored, like she couldn’t muster the energy to be truly annoyed.

“Resting, huh? I always thought you were more of a sloth demon than a dwarf. This confirms it.”

She let out a tired sigh. “You’ve grown cocky since you got some power, haven’t you? Arrogant enough to think you can disturb me whenever you like. Disrespectful, too. You don’t listen to your teacher anymore.”

“Not at all, teacher. I’m just concerned about your legendary work ethic.”

“Uh-huh. Let me rest, Pyris. Go bother someone else.”

“Sure. I just wasn’t sure if you’d be interested in a lost Forging legacy I just stumbled upon. But, hey, who am I to interrupt your beauty sleep? Bye, teacher.”

“Wait, brat!” Her tone shifted, sharper, urgent. “What legacy? I’m listening now. Don’t waste time—go on.”

Pyris tilted his head, a smirk forming. “Thought you wanted to rest?”

There was a beat of silence, then a shameless laugh. “Hah! Forget the details, my boy. Tell me everything.”

He leaned forward, his smirk widening. “Better if you paid me a visit. This isn’t something I can explain over the phone.”

“You’re making me come there for this. So it better be worth. Alright?”

“Well, you wouldn’t want me to waste your time and efforts, right?”

Her laugh echoed through the line again, unapologetic. “Fine, fine. I’ll be there. But if this is a waste of my time, I’ll turn that cocky grin of yours into scrap metal.”

Pyris chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll be waiting.”

She hung up before he could say another word, leaving him smiling. It wasn’t often he got to poke fun at his tutor. But now… he had her attention. And… he had work to do.

Pyris leaned back in his chair, the faint glow of his screen reflecting in his golden eyes. He smiled to himself, recalling the way his old tutor had hung up so abruptly. She was still as dramatic as ever. It wasn’t often he got to prod her nerves like that, but when he did, it was always worth it.

Now, she was hooked—and that was exactly what he needed, he will have her pay for what he was preparing for her before she got it.

Still, there was no time to bask in the moment. Pyris cracked his knuckles and shifted his focus. The plans were already stacking up, and his next steps needed precision.

First up was the armor for Dracula. That meant those Blood Essence Crystals were a top priority. Pyris tapped a finger on the desk, contemplating his approach. He didn’t plan to go all out with the Blood Chalice’s essence—not for Dracula, anyway.

A fraction would do. The rest? He had bigger ideas for that.

When he asked the system earlier, it had been blunt. Pyris wasn’t strong enough to absorb the chalice’s full essence. Even if he tried, it’d overwhelm him, leaving plenty left to spare. But that limitation wasn’t exactly bad news.

It meant he could finish the system’s mission and still have leftovers. And while the chalice was useless to him after that—since he wasn’t a vampire—it wasn’t useless altogether.

Pyris grinned, a flicker of mischief dancing in his eyes. He had a backup plan. Valarie.

He jotted down the rough outline of his game plan, solidifying the steps in his mind. Every move had to count. He was racing against time, against the gods, and against forces that barely acknowledged his existence. Yet, Pyris thrived under pressure.

By the time he finished, the sky outside his window was already shifting from gray to pale orange.

Morning had crept in, and Pyris groaned as he pushed back from the desk. Rest was out of the question now—it was time to head to the office.

This wasn’t just any day, though. Pyris had been working toward this moment for months. Once he wrapped things up at the office, he’d be free to step back from the spotlight and start pulling strings from behind the scenes. It was the perfect setup.

Pyris was determined to finish everything quickly—even the game.

In the Sunstone Empire, Ammit had already handled the groundwork. Everything was set. All that remained was for Pyris to act.

As Pyris gathered his things and mentally ran through his schedule, he had no idea what was waiting for him.

The game—his game—was about to turn on its head. It would defy everything he knew, rewrite rules that even the gods considered unshakable. For it wasn’t a game it was…

And Pyris? He wouldn’t see it coming. None of them would.