Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The Eclipse Syndicate headquarters loomed like a black scar on the horizon, its monolithic structure devouring the sunlight rather than reflecting it. The building's surface, dark as voidstone, was so polished it mirrored the world around it in twisted reflections, as if rejecting reality itself. Power radiated from its foundation, the kind of pressure that could crush the will of weaker men, yet today, the fortress felt… different.

Tense. As though the very walls were holding their breath.

Inside, seated on a sleek obsidian couch in a massive office of steel, glass, and shadows, a man scrolled through a glowing tablet.

Reports flashed across the screen, but his focus wasn't on the words alone—it was the implications they carried. His jaw tightened, expression shifting from disbelief to frustration the longer he read. With every swipe, his pale eyes narrowed further, the vein at his temple throbbing steadily.

The entire Syndicate had been played, thoroughly.

Petne Chaos.

The name echoed bitterly in his mind. They hadn't just been tricked—they'd been made fools of. The Arcane Gauntlet, an artifact so rare and powerful it could shift the balance of entire wars, had slipped right through their fingers. No, not slipped. It had been given—a clever decoy, exchanged for intelligence so valuable they'd stolen it from the Arcane Brotherhood, a rival guild nearly as dangerous as themselves.

And now? Now they were at each other throats.

Worse, they couldn't trace how it had happened. There were no clues, no loose ends.

Mira had erased every footprint. Even the Cursed Warriors, their elite operatives who should have been untouchable, had gone missing without a trace. It felt like staring into a void where answers should be.

But that wasn't the worst part.

The next report detailed their crumbling influence in the Sunstone Empire, once their most profitable hunting ground. The empire had always been fractured, unstable—ripe for control. Over the years, the Eclipse Syndicate had wormed its way deep into the nobility, manipulating both trade and politics from the shadows. But now? Their entire grip had collapsed.

The figures on the tablet glared back like a personal insult.

Over seventy percent of their operatives? Gone. Not dead. Erased.

Economic footholds? Seized.

Guild connections? Severed.

And behind all of it, the same name appeared, again and again.

General Ammit.

He exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. Ammit wasn't just a general anymore—she was the empire itself now. A conqueror in all but name. Under her iron rule, the socallnoble houses had either bent the knee or been quietly erased from existence. No drawn-out trials. No executions in the public square. Just… disappearances.

Not even the Syndicate's Rank 18 operatives, the elite few capable of bending reality of the Sunstone itself, had returned from missions inside the empire. And it wasn't as though they were being assassinated or outmaneuvered—there were no bodies. No traces.

It was as if they had been devoured.

And yet the king did nothing. No declarations, no public praise. The world knew who really ruled Sunstone now.

The man clenched his teeth, thumb flicking the screen closed with a harsh swipe. For the first time in decades, an entire region had become a Red Danger Zone—off-limits for every guild, not just theirs.

But it was the last message flashing on his screen that made his blood run colder.

A direct order from the top. The true leader of the Eclipse Syndicate—faceless, nameless, just the voice in the void that none of them had ever dared to question.

"Withdraw from Sunstone. Completely. Redirect all forces to the Dragon Empire. Prepare for conflict. House Obsidian has been marked. Bring chaos."

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The man closed his eyes, forcing his breathing to steady. House Obsidian was no ordinary power. No empire built on wealth and diplomacy. They were old blood, a name whispered with caution across the mortal realm. For the Syndicate's leader to call for their fall… it wasn't a declaration of ambition.

It was a declaration of war.

What a reckless move. Every sane power across the Argos knew how dangerous House Obsidian was—how untouchable. You didn't "bring chaos" to their gates. You didn't challenge them unless you had a death wish. And yet, here he was, staring at the finalized order on his screen, feeling the weight of his superior's demands pressing into his chest.

With a resigned sigh, he authorized the command, the message firing off to all active Syndicate members. It was done. They would move into the Dragon Empire, a decision that felt less like ambition and more like suicide. But as the message sent, a flicker of defiance lingered behind his cold expression.

Them? They would charge into the storm.

Him?

He wouldn't.

The Eclipse Syndicate could play their games of power and conquest. His orders… his true orders had nothing to do with their petty rivalries.

Since his descent into the mortal realm, he'd pursued a far greater agenda—one that demanded subtlety, patience, and now, with the world distracted by the launch of the game, a rare chance to act unnoticed. He wasn't entirely worried about the Syndicate's fate, but with their influence crumbling, he could feel his goals slipping further out of reach.

But perhaps... this chaos worked in his favor.

While everyone was busy, now was the perfect time to take the first step. No, he wouldn't finish it tonight. But the first step was always the most crucial.

It was time to infiltrate the academy.

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The day had dragged long, but finally, peace had settled over House Obsidian. After hours of endless preparation, training, and the stress of tomorrow's massive event, the estate finally grew quiet as its inhabitants retreated to their rooms.

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For once, the air felt calm—though not entirely free of mischief.

Rose leaned against the doorframe of the dressing chamber, watching with a bemused smile as her master's young wives practically stumbled over each other in exhaustion, their elegant outfits discarded across the room.

Even after hours of outfit trials and fittings, they still looked stunning, yet undeniably drained.

"These girls," Rose murmured under her breath, a quiet chuckle escaping her lips. "They'd rather be fighting in the Grove than doing something as simple as this."

"Of course they would." The voice came from behind.