Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Now that Pyris had broken free from the threads of fate and destiny, he was no longer bound by their influence. This newfound freedom allowed him to shape his own path, no longer constrained by the invisible forces that had previously guided and limited his every move.

His decisions were now entirely his own, his power and ambition reaching heights previously unimaginable.

It seemed like the ultimate liberation—complete control over his own life, a gift many sought but few achieved.

But with that freedom came a dark cost.

While fate and destiny had once tethered him, they also acted as protective forces, cocooning him from dangers far beyond his understanding.

They challenged him, yes—presenting obstacles and trials—but these were measured, designed to strengthen him without allowing him to fall beyond recovery.

The true danger of breaking free from their influence was that Pyris now lacked the invisible shield that had guarded him against the unknown dangers lurking both within and beyond the mortal realms.

Most believed that being under the control of fate and destiny was a form of oppression, something to escape from, but in truth, these forces protected those in their grip.

They nudged individuals toward growth while keeping them from catastrophic failure.

Pyris, however, had severed that bond.

Now, every threat, every force of nature, and every enemy would come for him, and there would be no cosmic intervention to shield him from what he couldn't handle.

He was no longer a child of fate, merely a wandering soul exposed to all the perils of a world far more dangerous than he once knew.

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Pyris stood quietly in his room, his fingers absently brushing over the ring on his thumb—the one that now kept him hidden from the gods. The revelation of his severed ties to fate and destiny weighed heavily on him, yet it had opened up something else.

A surge of newfound strength flowed within him, a power that felt boundless, free from the shackles of the cosmos.

The night after his meeting with the mysterious goddess-like figure had been restless.

He could still feel her presence lingering in his thoughts. The world had shifted, and Pyris knew it.

But that conversation—everything she had revealed—he kept locked away, tucked deep within his mind. Not even Aurelia, Alexa, or Mira would know. Not yet.

As he prepared for the day, he could sense the women's eyes on him, especially Mira's.

Her silence was always telling. She had felt something off the previous night and seen everything, perhaps a brief ripple in time. But Pyris wasn't one to discuss the intricacies of such monumental events.

After all, to share such knowledge would be to expose vulnerabilities he was not ready to acknowledge. Not in front of them.

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"Pyris," Aurelia's voice echoed softly from behind him, her eyes narrowing as she watched him. "Something happened last night, didn't it?" Her tone was cautious, but Pyris could sense the curiosity gnawing at her.

He turned to face her, his expression calm, unreadable. "Nothing worth mentioning," he said simply, his voice cool and dismissive.

He could see Alexa looking at him too, her golden eyes gleaming with her Divine Sight—as if she wanted to see the truth but dared not push further.

Mira, however, wasn't as easily swayed. Her eyes remained on him, quiet but calculating. She had always been more attuned to the shifts around him, and Pyris could feel her probing his aura.

She would not ask outright, but she would certainly test the waters.

"You seem… different," Mira finally spoke, her words sharp yet careful. Pyris glanced at her, knowing she was already scheming. Mira was no fool—she would not let such a transformation pass without hinting she knew.

"I'm always changing, Mira," Pyris replied with a faint smile, his gaze steady. "That's what keeps things interesting, isn't it?"

Mira's lips curled into a small smirk, but Pyris could feel her assessing him. She would probe further when the time came—he knew her too well. But for now, he had other things to focus on.

The day passed in relative quiet, and soon it was time for Pyris to meet with the Sunstone King.

As the convoy of cars rolled toward the palace, Pyris observed the grand yet decaying structure from within the car.

Opulent and grand on the outside, but anyone with a sharp enough mind could feel the cracks in its foundation—a kingdom barely holding itself together.

The palace gates opened slowly, the guards standing at attention, though Pyris could feel their lack of vigilance. These were not men of discipline; they were simply placeholders, weak guardians of a once-mighty empire.

Pyris watched as hidden protectors moved in the shadows—mercenaries, spies, perhaps even mages—but none of them caused him concern.

To him, they were like children playing at war.

The convoy rolled to a stop, and Pyris stepped out, the crowd of onlookers whispering in awe at the sight of his wealth and influence. Even the palace staff exchanged glances of intrigue, wondering who could demand such an audience with the king.

A man greeted Pyris—a Rank 15 awakened, though Pyris didn't bother to appraise him. "Too weak," he thought. Just another tool for the Sunstone King, easily disposable.

The man led him inside the palace without fanfare, bowing deeply as they moved through the halls adorned with luxurious tapestries and gold-encrusted pillars.

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The doors to the private chamber opened, and Pyris was met with the sight of King Soltan, a lion beast-man with the features of a human, save for his lion ears and a mane-like beard that hung down his chest.

Soltan sat with an air of disguised arrogance, his sharp eyes studying Pyris as if he were appraising some exotic beast.

"Petne Chaos," the king rumbled, his voice deep and rich, though it held a note of underlying malice. "It's rare for one so… young to command such attention in my kingdom."

Pyris took his seat opposite the king, his eyes flickering with amusement at the man's attempt at intimidation. He remained silent, his posture relaxed, observing Soltan in much the same way the king observed him. Discover more content at empire

"You've been making quite the stir in the Midnight Dominion," Soltan continued, his lion ears twitching slightly as he leaned forward. "But tell me, why should I allow a man like you to move through my kingdom with such… freedom?"

Pyris smirked slightly. He had expected this. The king was feeling threatened, but he didn't yet realize the danger he was in.

"I offer you an opportunity, Soltan," Pyris said calmly, his voice steady. "To restore what's left of your crumbling empire. To rebuild it under your reign." Pyris knew the king wanted to strike the iron while it was hot, Pyris didn't mice his words either, straight to the point.

The king narrowed his eyes, leaning back in his chair as he tapped his fingers on the armrest, a habit Pyris had already noted. "And if I refuse?"

Pyris' smile faded, replaced by a cold, calculating stare. "Then you'll be left in the dust, crushed under the weight of your own arrogance and uncontrollable warlords seeking your position as the monarch of your crumbling empire. It will be such a shame of you asked me!"

There was a beat of silence before Soltan's expression changed, a smirk growing on his lips. He tapped twice on the armrest, and Pyris immediately felt it—a shift in the air.

The doors behind Pyris swung open, and three figures stepped into the room. Rank 16 awakened—three men, their auras flaring with power as they moved to surround Pyris.

Pyris didn't bother to turn around.

He could sense their intent, feel the weight of their presence like a smoldering ember waiting to ignite. The king thought this was some kind of trap, that Pyris would be cowed by the display of force. Fool.

Soltan chuckled softly, his confidence swelling. "You see, Lord Chaos, I don't enjoy being threatened in my own kingdom. I wonder, can you fight off the wolves when they surround you?"

Pyris' patience snapped in an instant. His eyes darkened as a surge of elemental power erupted within him. The room's temperature plummeted, frost crawling up the walls as ice began to crystallize at his feet.

Golden lightning crackled around him, snapping through the air with violent intensity.

Without a word, Pyris moved. His hand flicked toward the first guard, sending a wave of ice shooting forward. It struck the man with brutal force, freezing his body solid in an instant, his eyes wide in shock as his life ended without so much as a scream.

Before the others could react, golden lightning crackled across Pyris' arms, and he turned, sending a deadly arc of electricity through the second and third men.

The lightning tore through them, their bodies convulsing violently as the raw power burned through their flesh.

Within seconds, the three Rank 16 awakened were dead, their bodies scattered across the room like discarded toys.

Pyris stood still, his aura seething with elemental fury, his eyes cold and unfeeling as he turned back to Soltan.