Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The next pulse wasn't just an attack...It was a summons.

A sphere of energy condensed in her palm, tiny at first—

Then it expanded. A miniature star, swirling with golden-black flame, roaring louder with every heartbeat as it grew.

The chains? They shattered.

The gray and silver? Burned away.

The pulse from the house? This time, it recoiled.

Alexa's eyes burned bright, golden light reflected in the molten star hovering above her palm. Her voice was steady. "Now we're even." The air cracked.

Not just the ground—the very fabric of reality seemed to strain beneath the pressure as Alexa advanced, her steps slow, deliberate, resonant. Power bled from her core in molten waves, rippling outwards in pulses that made the air feel heavier, thicker. Her aura, once dark golden and pure, was fractured now—veins of more darker energy streaking through the radiance like cracks spidering across glass.

And yet, despite the intensity of her presence, it paled in comparison to the pulse emanating from the forest house ahead.

It was deeper. Stronger. A heartbeat not of life, but of something far more primal. Cold. Ancient. Steady. It did not merely exist—it pressed against the world, bending the natural order with a quiet, absolute authority. Even Alexa's presence felt lesser in its wake, the pulse thrumming in the air like a distant drumbeat growing closer.

The door to the forest house did not open.

It simply ceased to be.

And she emerged.

Lady Nysa.

She did not walk. She floated. Bare feet inches above the scorched, trembling earth. The pale gray robes she wore billowed, not from wind but from the pulse of power that clung to her presence. Her silver hair drifted as though weightless, untouched by the chaos swirling around her. Yet for all her grace, it was the void around her that demanded attention—an unnatural stillness, a presence so vast it seemed to strip the air of sound itself. No emotion. No hesitance. Only power.

Her hand lifted, fingers as delicate as glass.

No words. No warning.

The sky split.

A tidal wave of gray energy exploded from her fingertips, vast and endless, a force so absolute it felt less like an attack and more like a command—an undeniable decree from something far beyond mortal comprehension. Space twisted in its wake, colors bleeding from the world as the pulse surged forward, swallowing the very concept of light.

Alexa moved.

Her hands blurred, the golden flames igniting around her wrists, twin whips of radiant energy snapping into existence with a crack that seemed to pierce through the void's silence. The golden chains flared, twisting and coiling as they lashed out to meet the approaching tide—

BOOM.

The collision was cataclysmic.

A shockwave of raw force erupted on impact, a pulse so violent the earth itself howled. Trees snapped, uprooted by the sheer force. The ground trembled, splitting open with cracks that ran deep into the bedrock. Leaves were unmade, vanishing into nothingness as the tidal wave of gray met Alexa's golden flames—

And devoured them.

Not extinguished. Not resisted. The gray energy consumed her power. Erased it. As if reality itself had decided Alexa's flames had no place in its presence.

Her boots skidded back against the splintered earth, teeth gritted as she willed more power into the chains, forcing them to flare brighter, hotter—

But the gray tide didn't break.

It simply kept coming.

The chains shattered.

Alexa twisted, breath sharp, eyes narrowing as the weapons she'd conjured were devoured like sandcastles beneath a rising tide. But she was already moving.

Her aura flared, a pulse of blinding golden light twisting into something sharper. The chains reshaped midair, splintering into thousands of fragments, each one a radiant dagger that burned with a heat so intense it warped the air around them.

"Break."

The storm erupted forward, a thousand blades converging into a singular point, driving back against the endless gray wave. Each radiant edge struck with force enough to sunder mountains—

And yet—

The moment the blades touched the gray energy domain—

They shattered.

Not deflected.

Not blocked.

Unmade.

Alexa's breath caught for a fraction of a second, disbelief flashing across her face. Then the gray energy wave changed. It fractured—splintering into countless razor-thin streaks of void energy, each as sharp as divine intent, converging from all directions like needles aimed for her heart.

She blurred.

A heartbeat too late.

The first streak grazed her shoulder.

Pain.

Instant.

Not the kind that seared flesh, but something deeper, like her very existence had recoiled from the touch. Her aura faltered, flickering as a second streak slashed across her thigh, another along her side.

"I can't block it...No." She refused to be overpowered. The golden glow around her reignited, but different now. Darker. Flames twisting into an inferno tinged with black, shadows coiling along the edges of her power as she exhaled—

Twin glaives formed in her grip, burning hotter than before, the heat so intense the ground beneath her feet began to melt, turning into molten rivers that hissed and steamed with every step forward.

Her energy wings unfurled.

Massive.

Glowing.

And then she charged.

The glaives merged mid-flight, twisting into a halberd of pure celestial fire, a burning spear of light aimed directly for Nysa's heart—but Nysa did not flinch.

Her other hand rose.

And the world folded.

No, not just the forest—the world. The trees, the wind, the broken earth—all compressed, drawn inward as though caught in the gravitational pull of a collapsing star. The debris, the very air itself, began to curve toward the singularity forming at the tip of her hand—

Not destruction.

Erasure.

The gray energy swallowed all.

Alexa's halberd struck it head-on.

The explosion was blinding.

A shockwave tore through the forest. The earth itself groaned beneath the force.

The Earth split. The night sky fractured, cracks of white light forming along the heavens as if the battle threatened to tear through the fabric of reality itself. The force expanded in a perfect sphere, obliterating everything it touched—

And yet—

The house remained untouched.

Not a scratch.

The gray domain receded.

Alexa knelt in the aftermath, gasping, her halberd cracked in her grip, golden energy dripping from wounds along her arms and legs like liquid starlight. Blood seeped into the scorched ground beneath her, staining the earth black where it mixed with the remnants of her aura.

Above her, Lady Nysa floated. Untouched. Unmarked. Her gaze a shade of green with something gray now was calm, as if she had not just unleashed a force capable of unmaking the world.

"Do you understand now?"

Alexa's fingers dug into the dirt, her body trembling with the effort to stay upright.

And yet—

Her lips curled into a slow, dangerous grin.

"That... was kinda fun."

The ground beneath her cracked.

A new pulse.

Darker this time.

Rising...

At higher levels of awakening, the concept of techniques and structured skills dissolved entirely. True masters didn't rely on rigid forms or rehearsed patterns. Their will alone shaped reality—defenses manifesting with a thought, attacks materializing from sheer intent, weapons forged mid-strike without needing a physical medium. And Alexa had already touched the edges of that realm, a prodigy among mortals, but compared to the being before her—Nysa—she was still a child in the face of an unstoppable storm.

Nysa, after waking into this world she didn't know about at first, had been something far beyond the limits of mortals or even immortals. But she couldn't use her powers right away without alerting the Divinitarchs about the trespasser she was even after she was tethered to Pyris.

But after he slightly awakening his God-Slayer potential, everything had changed for Nysa too. No longer bound by the constraints of cosmic laws or divine observation, her power moved freely, unshackled. The fragile balance of the fate and destiny no longer dared impose itself on her will—a God-Slayer tied to one of the Curses.

Yet, with all that overwhelming force, she remained here, deep in the secluded forest house in Obsidian estate, honing herself—polishing the raw edges of her vast abilities, not out of necessity but discipline.

It was in this isolation that Alexa had arrived. The girl, gifted in ways most could never comprehend, had stepped into the heart of the storm unafraid. Nysa had wanted to test her—this strange girl who could peer into the threads of fate itself. Yet, for all her talent, foresight was limited when facing an entity like Nysa, whose very existence bent those same threads.

Even so… Alexa had done better than expected. Alexa then did something that caught even the ancient being off guard.@@novelbin@@

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A graceful, respectful motion, lowering her head deeply, hands folded in front of her. No fear in her silver eyes, only a calm, deep understanding—like she truly knew what Nysa was, even more than Pyris ever could.

"Lady Nysa," Alexa spoke, her voice clear yet soft, "I welcome the Primal Being to Argos."

For a long moment, Nysa studied her. Not with suspicion, but something… deeper. Curiosity.

Finally, Nysa gave a single nod, her glowing eyes narrowing as she gestured toward the forest house behind her.