Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise! - Chapter 310

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The elevator ride was silent, but Pyris’s mind buzzed with thoughts. Dracula’s messengers had left without complications—a rare outcome when dealing with a figure so obsessed with leaving his mark on every shadow he touched. For once, the encounter had felt… effortless. Too effortless.

He narrowed his eyes as the elevator gave a soft chime and the doors slid open with a whisper, revealing the polished hallway ahead.

Lizzie followed closely behind, her expression calm, almost bored.

The office was alive with controlled small but welcomed chaos, buzzing with movement. Crowded, yes, but not uncomfortably so—every face was focused, every motion deliberate.

Mira emerged soundlessly from Pyris’s shadow, her ethereal form weaving together like smoke pulled from the void. She didn’t speak—there was no need. Orders were issued in silent gestures, and Esmeralda took charge without question. The logistics were hers now.

Pyris had no reason to linger here until the launch, when the final core integration would require his presence.

His teacher wasn’t here either, most likely in the Forge right now.

The Forge.

It wasn’t a place just anyone could enter, not even Esmeralda. Only the Obsidians were permitted beyond its doors, yet his teacher had long since been an exception. She went where she pleased.

Pyris gave his orders, offered a brief nod, and then disappeared with the young moon elf, Elsa, trailing beside him.

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In The Forge

The heart of the Forge was not merely a room. It was a sanctum where reality bent to the will of creation.

The chamber sprawled vast and cavernous, the walls crafted from a blend of midnight obsidian and ancient enchanted steel, layered with veins of luminescent crystal that pulsed in steady rhythm—like the heartbeat of a living machine. Magic didn’t simply linger here; it coiled and hummed, saturating the air, drawn into the hovering crucibles and metallic conduits woven overhead.

Platforms of hovering black stone shifted seamlessly with Pyris’s steps, reacting to his presence, while massive forge pillars—sculpted like coiling dragons—exhaled bursts of silver flame, their tongues licking along the edges of the central workstation.

Suspended above it all, a ring of runic symbols spun in slow orbit, casting soft violet light that danced along the surfaces below.

And yet, despite all this power, the forge was quiet. Not silent—just… expectant.

There, on a leather couch tucked into a far corner, his teacher slept, a single hand resting near a half-finished blade she had clearly been working on years ago before she had left him. Her breathing was calm, steady.

Elsa tugged at his sleeve, eyes wide as they took in the room’s wonder.

“Big brother… who’s that little sister over there?” Elsa whispered, pointing towards the sleeping woman with an impish grin.

Pyris stifled a laugh, shaking his head. His teacher was far from little.

“That’s my teacher, Elsa,” he corrected gently.

Elsa blinked, genuinely surprised. “Your teacher? But she’s so young…”

As if on cue, his teacher stirred, her eyes snapping open. Sharp. Calculating. She sat up, stretching with a frown as she caught the end of Elsa’s comment.

“Boy, enough chatter,” she said briskly, voice carrying an edge of authority. “Let’s get to work.”

Pyris nodded, suppressing his amusement at her attempt to act completely unbothered.

“Alright,” he replied, voice steady. But this was no ordinary task.

It was time to make a deal.

Pyris crossed the chamber toward his teacher, his expression turning serious.

“I have something to share with you, like I told you, the legacy,” he began, speaking not as a student but as an equal. “The Eternal Forge knowledge—its techniques. I’m willing to give you access to them.”

Her eyes narrowed, intrigue sparking behind the guarded mask she wore. “Explain.”

Rather than words, he showed her.

He reached forward, fingers pressing gently to her forehead. A pulse of power surged between them—an exchange not of mere information but ancient truths. Flames. Metal. Godly no, beyond godly craft secrets intertwined with creation itself.

She shuddered, drawing a sharp breath as the knowledge took root, and then sat back, closing her eyes as she began to meditate, absorbing everything.

While she processed the transfer, Pyris focused on his next task.

From the system inventory, he summoned the blood essence stone boxes, their obsidian casings etched with scarlet runes. Each stone within pulsed with a faint crimson glow, fragments of pure power extracted from fallen vampires. Blood Truths—core of a vampire’s Blood Truth, left behind only after their true death.

As he opened the first box, the forge reacted.

A pulse of raw, ancient energy swept through the chamber, rippling along the enchanted conduits and making the floating platforms tremble. Flames flared higher, momentarily shifting from silver to a deep, blood-red hue. The air thickened with an almost oppressive aura—deep blood magic, primal and ancient.

Elsa took a step back, instinctively pressing closer to Pyris, but he raised a hand to calm her.

She was safe.

And then—

[Ding! Blood Essence Stones detected!

Mission: Create a Blood Item.

Reward: Blood Truth!]

Pyris inhaled sharply… Another Blood Truth.

It hadn’t been long since the system had first offered him this same reward. And yet here it was again. Another chance. But why? A being was said to only ever possess one Blood Truth in a lifetime. Yet, he was being offered them back-to-back.

‘What’s the intention behind this… and why me?’

Shaking off the intrusive thoughts, Pyris refocused. Now wasn’t the time for doubts.

The forge called, and his teacher was awakening.

It was time to create.

The forge quieted, its living pulse steadying as Pyris moved with practiced ease, his hands fluid, confident—just as his teacher had taught him.

He worked without needing to think, each movement guided by deeply ingrained memory. The hovering silver flames dimmed as he adjusted the temperature through a subtle weave of magic, a small gesture of his hand causing runes etched along the forge’s frame to shift, reacting to his will.

The enchanted conduits pulsed in time with his breathing, syncing perfectly with his presence.

The boy was seamless.

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