Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

"It has finally happened," a shadowy silhouette whispered, her voice like the soft hum of distant stars, enchanting yet ancient, with a power that stretched beyond mortal comprehension. The figure stood in the same room as Pyris, though no mortal eyes could detect her presence—not even Mira, master of the void and concealment techniques, could sense the woman's existence.

She was a being beyond even the deepest understanding of space and time, her form hidden from view, but her presence was undeniable.

Her eyes, burning with a divine glow, flickered as she observed Pyris with an intensity that pierced through the very fabric of his being. She sighed, her voice a melodic whisper echoing through the frozen moment in time.

"He's done it. He's finally broken the chains of fate and destiny."

Her expression softened as a brief memory flashed through her mind—she recalled trying to warn him at the academy, telling him the dangers of severing the protective forces of the cosmos.

But then she remembered: "Oh no, I didn't warn him. I erased that reality!" She slapped her own forehead lightly, shaking her head in amusement.

This woman had been watching Pyris from the shadows since the moment he arrived in this world. She had seen his soul, recognizing the special energy it carried, an energy she was far too familiar with but still didn't want to admit.

The warning she had tried to give him was gone, erased, and now the consequences of his choices had come to fruition.

"All is not lost," she whispered, her eyes glowing as they focused on Pyris. With a simple blink, the entire world seemed to freeze.

Time itself stopped.

Everything stood still. Mira, ever-vigilant, had her gaze fixed on the cursed warriors outside the room, yet now, she was frozen mid-action, locked in an instant of time. Even Lia, the soul-bound entity residing within Pyris, had been silenced by this overwhelming force.

Everything was held in the grip of a moment, suspended and motionless, except for Pyris.

The air was thick, heavy with an unexplainable weight, and Pyris could feel something shift—something far beyond his understanding.

His instincts screamed at him as he immediately moved into a defensive stance, his mind sharp and alert. Without hesitation, Pyris summoned his golden sword, a relic forged from the body of Astraya The treasures of Beyond, imbued with the power of his Golden Dragon heritage.

The sword, a weapon that had once made the air tremble with its mere presence, now felt... dull.

Its radiant aura, usually enough to command respect from even the mightiest warriors, had been reduced to nothing more than a wooden stick against the force that permeated the room.

The sword, which could split the heavens, was muted, its glow stolen by the power that held the universe in its grasp.

"There, there, young one. I mean no harm~" The voice slid into the air like velvet, a voice that wasn't just heard but felt—deep in his chest, reverberating in his very soul. It was divine, every word laced with a surreal grace that made Pyris feel as if the cosmos itself was speaking to him.

Pyris felt his heart slow, his mind clouding under the soothing influence of her voice.

The tension in his muscles relaxed against his will, and for the first time in his life, he felt vulnerable—not out of fear, but because he was entranced. Her voice was a melody so perfect, so divine, that his defenses crumbled without him even realizing it.

His grip on the sword loosened, and the blade, once a symbol of his heritage and power, faded back into his body. He couldn't fight it. He didn't want to. Discover exclusive tales on empire

He was completely helpless in her presence unable to do anything by his will but her's.

"I don't like the sword's presence in this conversation we're about to have," the woman continued, her voice both commanding and kind. Pyris felt himself nodding, though his mind remained confused.

She materialized before him—not in full clarity but as a shadowy figure, cloaked in a divine mystery that left Pyris unable to discern her form.

Her presence was overwhelming, filling the room with an air of cosmic significance. He couldn't make out her face or features, but her power weighed on him like the pull of gravity itself.

"You've lost a powerful protection, Pyris, and many dangerous entities will come for you. You should be proud—you're that famous," she said with a soft, knowing smile but with visible sarcasm when she said he was famous.

The air thickened, and Pyris could feel the truth in her words, though he couldn't fully grasp what she meant. She didn't bother explaining in detail; she didn't need to. Pyris could feel the gravity of what he had lost, even without fully understanding the consequences. There was a shift, something beyond his control, and now, it seemed, the gods themselves would be alerted to his presence.

"All this time, the gods hadn't recognized you. You've walked this world unnoticed hidden perfectly by Lilith, even while wielding the power of divine lightning," she continued. "But now... they'll know. Your existence is no longer hidden from them."

Her words hung in the air, their weight crashing into Pyris like a tidal wave. Gods.

He had wielded powers beyond mortal comprehension, yet never fully grasped what it meant to catch the gaze of the divine.

Now, the veil that had shielded him was gone, and the gods would come.

They would hunt him.

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With a soft blink ten minutes later, the timeline resumed the contents of their conversation only known by Pyris himself.

The world stirred back to life, the eerie stillness broken as sound and motion returned. Mira moved, oblivious to the encounter that had just transpired, or so Pyris thought, while Lia regained her presence within Pyris, unaware of the temporary halt in time.

But Pyris stood rooted in place, his mind racing to comprehend what had just happened. His breathing was shallow, his thoughts frantic.

'My understanding of this world… the entire cosmos… it's been so limited.' Pyris felt the weight of his ignorance pressing down on him. The gods, beings he had once thought distant and mythic, now loomed as real threats—powers that could crush him as easily as one might squash an insect.

"I'm nothing but a bug to them?" Pyris muttered to himself, he remembered the woman's final words, echoing in his mind. "You're a bug to them Pyris but a special bug, one capable of threatening them."

His hands trembled, not with fear but with the enormity of the challenge before him.

The gods, beings who could end empires with a thought, were now aware of him. And they would come, seeking to erase his existence before he could grow into the threat they feared.

This was all because of his background and his potential.

Pyris shuddered at the thought.

How powerful was Lucy, the legend who had once stood against the ancient god, wielding powers that Pyris could barely fathom?

To face the gods and survive... the very idea seemed impossible.

But Pyris wasn't one to retreat in the face of danger. The woman's words had ignited something inside him—a drive, a determination.

She had confirmed what Lia had said all along: his family, the Obsidian lineage, was destined to clash with the gods once again. Not just because of their annoying technology that would annoy gods, not just because of their rising influence, but also because of Pyris himself.

He was the spark, the one capable of becoming the scourge of the divine, just as Lucy had been.

He reached down and caressed the ring on his thumb, the one the woman had given him.

Its purpose was clear: to mask his power, to hide his true nature from the gods for as long as possible. As long as he wore it, the divine would be blind to his existence, but he knew it was only a temporary shield.

But it won't bring back the shield of Fate and Destiny he had lost, things will soon come crashing into him.

"How powerful do I need to become before the ring can no longer hide me?" Pyris whispered to himself, though the answer remained unspoken.

He knew that one day, he would outgrow the ring's protection, and when that day came, the gods would come for him.

"Pyris~" a soft voice called, snapping him from his thoughts.

It was Aurelia, her presence bringing a sense of familiar comfort amidst the chaos of his revelations.

Pyris turned, a small smile forming on his lips. He had much to prepare for—far more than he had ever imagined.

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Don't ever naively think that fate and destiny holds you down, cause once you lose it... Well, read forward and see what happens. Pyris will be your perfect example and let's of you've got what it takes to demand to be free from the Divine Shield!