Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

She came to a full stop, her gaze shifting, drawn to a patch of darkness along the edge of the estate where a small forest rested—a haven of carefully tended trees and soft earth. But her attention wasn't on the trees. It was beyond them. Hidden deeper.

There.

No words passed her lips as she stared.

Zara and Anastasia noticed but didn't question.

"I'll catch up," Alexa murmured finally, her voice soft but certain.

She turned and moved with purpose, vanishing into the night, the shadows swallowing her whole.

High on the third floor, a single window remained dimly lit, its curtains drawn just enough to leave a sliver of glass exposed.

Arabella watched from behind that thin veil of silk, her sharp eyes tracing every detail below.

She saw the portal ripple open, spilling out Alexa, Zara, and Anastasia like wraiths emerging from the void. Her gaze narrowed slightly as the phantoms—Shez and Abbadon—faded back into the shadows, their presence dissolving so cleanly it was almost as if they'd never been there.

She thought she was being discreet.

Poor thing.

Hidden behind the glass, Arabella felt confident no one had noticed her. She stayed perfectly still, her breathing controlled, watching Alexa linger, then drift toward the forest with that unreadable expression she always wore when something was heavier on her mind.

A flicker of satisfaction curled in Arabella's chest. Observing was power.

Yet if she thought, for even a moment, that those below were unaware of her gaze—she was wrong.

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Alexa walked the narrow path leading to the forest house, the soft crunch of her steps echoing louder than they should've. Not from the sound—but the sheer presence behind each step.

Something had shifted inside her. Even she felt it.

The slumber had changed her—amplified her. Every movement felt heavier, charged with energy that hummed beneath her skin, making the air ripple just slightly as she passed. It wasn't just raw power anymore. No, this was controlled and refined.

Her body still registered at Rank 17, but that label felt laughable now. The numbers didn't match the reality. She was far stronger. Stronger than she had any right to be.

And yet...

Her sharp, glowing eyes fixed on the forest house ahead, even though she'd sensed it the moment she stepped onto the path.

It wasn't massive or grand. Simple, but pristine—polished stone with dark wood accents, draped in ivy that caught the pale moonlight just right. The glass windows were fogged, and yet, even from here, she felt the pulse.

The house was... breathing, that's how it felt.

The closer she got, the more obvious it became—gray energy, subtle but undeniable, thrumming from the structure in slow, steady waves. Not physical. It didn't touch the grass, didn't bend the trees. It lingered between worlds, as though refusing to fully manifest.

Alexa's lips curled slightly. "She's this powerful, huh?"

But there was no hesitation.

She shifted her weight, pressing one foot gently against the dirt. Energy crackled beneath her heel—a dark, golden burst—before she lifted off the ground, hovering just above the earth, gliding toward the door.

And then it hit.

A pulse. Not of magic, but intent.

The door burst open with a soundless wave, streaks of pale silver light slashing toward her like drawn blades. Alexa twisted midair, already moving before they reached her, the future playing in her mind a second ahead of reality.

She pivoted, the first wave slicing clean past her shoulder, so sharp she could feel the air bite.

Another.

And another.

The streaks of power kept coming, faster, sharper—thin, precise arcs that curved unpredictably, forcing her to spin higher, light on her toes as she evaded each one. For every slice she avoided, two more came in their place.

Her body reacted. Faster than thought. But not perfect.

A razor-thin streak nicked her cheek, a shallow cut forming before it sealed shut just as fast.

A second grazed her thigh through her clothes, the fabric of her dark pants hissing as it burned away in a clean line. Alexa gritted her teeth. The sheer volume of attacks was insane.

It wasn't just speed—it was the pattern. She could see them coming but was still half a breath too slow.

"She's testing me. Fine!"

Alexa's eyes narrowed, and the golden energy around her flared. She wasn't going to dodge forever.

The forest trembled, the air splitting open with a sound too deep, too vast to be called thunder. It felt alive. The pulse rippling from the house was more than power—it was a warning. A heartbeat of something vast pressing against the edges of reality.

Alexa's feet pressed into the dirt as the shockwave hit. The ground cracked beneath her heels, spiderweb fractures spreading out in all directions. She barely shifted, the energy rolling off her like wind against steel, yet her instincts screamed louder than ever. She knew this pressure—powerful. Old. Refined.

But not enough.

The strike came as a silver arc, thin as a hair but so sharp it sang. No flourish. No wasted movement. Just pure, lethal precision aimed to split her in half.

Alexa didn't dodge.

Her energy surged—boomed—dark-golden light erupting around her arm as her aura hardened. The gauntlet formed, molten black with streaks of searing light carving ancient runes into the plating. She caught the strike midair, her hand grinding against the blade of energy.

Sparks flared, not delicate but violent, bursting out in golden flares like miniature suns as the silver edge howled in protest. But before she could crush it completely—The second.... Faster. A spear of pale light, this time from above—piercing straight for her skull.

Her body reacted before thought. "Shift."

The gauntlet twisted, morphing—the edges of her golden energy liquefying, unraveling into a whip. She lashed out, the tendril spiraling around the spear's shaft. For a heartbeat, it caught, tension locking the two forces in place—

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The explosion slammed into her aura like a hammer, the force tearing through the trees behind her, shredding leaves and splitting bark with an earsplitting crack. Her golden light wavered but held, rippling as the shockwave passed.

Alexa's eyes narrowed.

"Strong!" Her aura pulsed, brighter, thicker—and then the other attack came. No warning. No flicker of the future this time. A thin, needle-sharp lance of silver that moved so fast the air folded in its wake.

Alexa saw it—too late.

She twisted, but not fast enough. The bolt pierced through her shoulder, not the flesh but her aura itself, and for the first time, she felt it—burning. Like raw electricity surging through her body. Her energy cracked, rippling violently as the wound flared bright.

Pain.

She clenched her jaw, breath catching for a heartbeat. The scent of ozone filled her lungs.

And then—

She moved.

The wound closed in a burst of golden fire as her aura rebounded. Faster. More aggressive. Two weapons now, not one—her gauntlet splitting apart into twin, jagged sabers of pure molten energy.

This time when the strike arrived she was already in motion.

A flurry of slashes from every angle—impossible—like a thousand blades converging at once. But Alexa didn't back down. She met them head-on, sabers clashing against the silver storm in a symphony of collisions, sparks lighting the forest like wildfire. Each strike sounded like steel screaming against steel, each impact carving glowing scars into the ground.

But she felt it.

The weight pressing in. The pressure building. For every strike she deflected, three more came.

The next strike wasn't a blade.

It was a wall.

A pulse of energy, not sharp but crushing, expanding from the house like the heartbeat of something far beyond mortal strength, Alexa didn't brace...

She answered.

Her sabers merged, folding into a massive halberd of golden-black flame, the pole searing the air as it solidified in her grip. She raised it high—And brought it down, the ground ruptured at such forces.

The wave of power broke, golden energy splitting the pressure in half as her attack carved a molten scar across the earth. Trees bent. The sky split. A crack of raw magic that sent echoes rippling miles beyond the estate.

But the force didn't stop.

Alexa felt it gathering again—denser, heavier. And this time, it wasn't just defending.

It was fighting back.

The silver storm twisted—shifted—from blades to chains. Hundreds. No, thousands of silver chains snaked out of nowhere, each link burning with pale gray runes, circling her like a predator closing in.

Alexa's breath misted in the cold air.

"Finally," she whispered, the words a challenge more than anything else, the halberd shifted. Fragmented.

No longer a weapon—

A crown.

Dark-gold flames spiraled from her shoulders, arcs of power folding into her aura, not attacking but consuming—devouring the chains as they surged. For every link that wrapped around her, it melted, turned to raw energy and fed back into her body.@@novelbin@@

The forest wasn't just trembling now.

It was breaking.

Stone cracked underfoot. Trees bent low, their branches snapping as if bowing to a force far greater than nature itself. The air felt thicker, like breathing in liquid fire.

And yet, through it all—

Alexa smiled.

"You're holding back," she whispered, the words sharp, cutting through the chaos as she raised her hand.

The next pulse wasn't just an attack...