Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Away from the mortal realm, in a realm far removed from the struggles of the world below, Zaryana sat comfortably on her opulent throne, her form draped in flowing silks that shimmered with a strange, ethereal glow. Packs of snacks—some sweet, others savory—lay scattered around her, evidence of her complete indulgence as she casually observed the unfolding chaos.

Her smile never faltered, an expression of wicked amusement as she watched Pyris and Moonveil. She couldn't help herself, and the words escaped her lips in a melodic chuckle.

"Fate, fate, you're playing with something that's going to bite your ass. Oh, right, given his lust and temper, he'll just fuck all your beloved chosen children and dump them... Hehe, I can't wait!"

Her laughter echoed through the vastness of her domain, a sound so rich with mockery that it seemed to shake the very foundation of the realm. It vibrated through the very air, distorting the fabric of reality itself, sending ripples into the unseen corners of the universe.

It was the kind of laugh that carried weight, a sound that could bring both terror and delight in equal measure.

But Zaryana wasn't alone in her enjoyment of the spectacle. As she reveled in the unfolding drama below, in a more hidden and distant space, three women stood, their gazes fixed upon Pyris. Each one was cloaked in their own enigmatic aura, their presence lingering like a shadow on the edge of reality.

The air around them seemed to hum, as if their very being vibrated with power.

One of them, stepping forward into the dim light, was a woman Pyris would absolutely recognize as—

Lilith.

Goddess of Lust.

Lilith, stood with a smirk playing on her lips, her eyes gleaming with a dark, sensual knowing. Lilith was not just any goddess; she was the Goddess of Lust, one of the Endlesses, entities whose power surpassed mortal comprehension.

Her beauty was otherworldly, her allure undeniable, and she had a presence that could warp the very desires of any being who came too close.

The other two women beside her were less distinguishable, cloaked in shadows, their intentions unreadable. But Lilith—Lilith had always known how to get what she wanted. And as she observed Pyris and Moonveil, her eyes glinted with a sense of amusement and perhaps something more.

Something dangerous.

"This is going to be interesting," Lilith muttered, her voice soft but filled with promise, as she, too, watched the unfolding drama with anticipation.

Zaryana, from her throne, laughed again, as if in response to Lilith's presence as if she could hear her, aware that the tension between these forces could break at any moment. The realm trembled once more, a reflection of the chaos below and the turmoil that would soon follow.

The three Endlesses stood, their presence shaping the very fabric of the unseen realms.

One of them, cloaked in shadows, crossed her arms, her voice sharp with impatience. "We need to push him forward and get that other Obsidian faster," she suggested, clearly done with watching Pyris bumble his way through fate at his own pace.

The second Endless, the quiet one, didn't even bother to respond with words. She simply shook her head, her expression unreadable, as if she had already foreseen the argument brewing.

And then there was Lilith.

Lilith, who had been watching Pyris like a cat watches a particularly delicious bird. Lilith, who thrived on patience when it suited her and on chaos when it didn't. Lilith, who turned her golden, predatory gaze on the first speaker and let her voice drop into something dangerously smooth.

"No one will force my champion into anything. Don't rush him. Are we clear on that?"

The silence that followed was thick enough to cut with a blade. The first Endless, clearly unhappy with that response, huffed but didn't immediately argue.

The second Endless finally spoke, but only to shrug. "One of my children is safe, and Pyris saved her. I'm not asking for anything else."

Lilith acknowledged her with a slight nod—because, for once, someone in this realm got it. But the first Endless? Oh, she was not pleased.

"I understand that he's your—"

"I dare you to finish that sentence, Dual!" Lilith cut in, her voice deceptively soft but carrying the weight of a threat that could topple realms.

A pause. A long, reluctant pause. And then—

"Fine!" the first Endless grumbled, rolling her eyes before turning on her heel. "I'll be in Death's realm if you need me." And with that, she vanished in a flicker of darkness, probably off to sulk and pester Death about something irrelevant.

The second Endless watched her leave, then tilted her head, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "How does she even keep up with Duality?"

Lilith exhaled through her nose, rubbing her temple. "I genuinely have no idea."

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The void trembled, space itself groaning as the chase began. The man, the one who had murdered Selara, ran with all the desperation of a predator trying to escape a greater force, but in that moment, he knew—he could feel it—that he was the prey.

Behind him, the very fabric of reality began to twist and fracture, as if resisting the weight of what was coming. The Phantom Venerable, Mira, was not pursuing him through space the way any ordinary hunter might. No, Mira was unraveling the very essence of existence, moving not within the boundaries of the world but through them. The ground beneath her did not ripple—it ceased to exist the moment her foot touched it.

The air was replaced by a nothingness so absolute that even the concept of absence could not survive in her wake. She was beyond space, beyond shadow, a force that could erase the world with a thought, and the man was all too aware of it.

He twisted, tearing open a gate to the Shadow Realms, a desperate measure, sending a cascade of abyssal energy, creating walls that stretched to the edge of existence, hoping to trap her in a dimension where she might falter. But Mira did not falter.

She did not dodge, did not try to phase through or evade his desperate barriers. Instead, she erased them...