Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Finally, Nysa gave a single nod, her glowing eyes narrowing as she gestured toward the forest house behind her.. "Step inside. There's much for you to learn, child. You've been using fragments of what you are. If you wish to understand your true power—your connection—you will need more than fate guiding your steps."

Alexa's lips curled into a gentle smile. She bowed again, murmuring a quiet, "Thank you, Lady Nysa." Then, without hesitation, she followed the ancient God-Slayer into the house, where the air itself seemed to pulse with residual power from their clash.

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The void dome's collapse rippled across the estate like a breath being released, a subtle hum echoing as the immense energies faded. Despite the sheer intensity of the clash outside, none of it had disturbed those within the heart of the mansion. Abaddon had seen to that, his silent protection warding the main building against any trace of power.

Inside, the atmosphere was serene yet alive with activity.

Zara and Anastasia stood in front of a grand mirror, draped in elegant fabrics as they tried on their new outfits, the golden embroidery glinting under the enchanted lighting of the chamber. The obsidian walls reflected soft hues of violet, enhancing the shimmer of starlight designs woven into their gowns.

Rose, the ever-meticulous overseer maid, circled them with sharp eyes, adjusting hems and fussing over every detail. Her face, calm but hyper-focused, bore the expression of someone who would accept nothing less than perfection.

"Stand straighter, Lady Anastasia. Tilt your chin slightly. Yes, like that," she murmured, pinning a delicate clasp near the collarbone of Anastasia's gown.

Zara, meanwhile, rolled her eyes, shifting her weight with clear impatience. "We're dressing like we're meeting gods. It's just a formal event, not a divine summoning."

Rose arched a brow, not even pausing. "In this house, perfection is the standard, Lady Zara. Please be patient." Zara rolled her eyes at the comment of the Fox maid.

Anastasia smirked, glancing at her reflection. "She's right, Zara. If we're going to represent the Obsidians properly, we can't just look good. We always look untouchable."

Zara sighed, but there was no denying the results. The outfits weren't just beautiful—they radiated power, every inch of them carefully crafted with spells woven into the very fabric.

And deep down, she knew why.

The world was shifting. Something—everything—was on the verge of changing—Zara turned slightly, tilting her head as the fabric caught the light, her dress shimmering like woven dusk. "It's fine now, Rose. Stop fussing."

Rose arched a brow, lips twitching. "Fine isn't perfect."

Anastasia grinned, smoothing the hem of her own outfit. "You're trying to impress, aren't you?"

Zara rolled her eyes. "I am the impression."

Rose sighed. "I'm just making sure you both look—"

"Like goddesses?" Anastasia finished, smirking, Rose pinched the bridge of her nose. The calm was deceptive. None of them realized just how close unimaginable power had clashed outside—how fragile the peace truly was.

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The forge room was a marvel of molten heat and raw power, but it was nothing compared to what stood in its heart now. The Blood Armor rested on a mannequin, gleaming with an unearthly crimson sheen. Every inch of it radiated the eerie, pulsing energy of the Blood Chalice and the Blood Essence Stones that had been used to craft it.

Pyris stood before it, his chest rising and falling heavily, sweat dripping down his face. His clothes clung to him, stained with soot and the remnants of energy burns from the forging process.

Beside him, his teacher was no better—her usually sharp expression softened by sheer exhaustion. Even her pristine craft attire was singed in places, her damp hair sticking to her face. And yet, her eyes sparkled, reflecting the beauty of their creation.

Elsa, on the other hand, stood in her armor, untouched by the grueling hours they had endured. The young elf's silver eyes were wide with awe as she took in the completed armor.

The silence stretched, broken only by the faint hum of the Blood Armor as it pulsed faintly, alive with the essence of what had gone into it.

A chime echoed in Pyris's mind.

[Ding! Created a Blood Item.]

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Pyris suddenly staggered slightly as the streams of blood-red energy surged through his veins. It wasn't just power—it was alive, twisting and pulsing like a second heartbeat inside him. His breath hitched as his vision momentarily blurred, overtaken by the sheer force of it.

The sensation wasn't painful, but it was overwhelming, as though the essence of life itself was weaving into his core.

[Acquired Blood Truth: Life Steal.

With Life Steal Blood Truth, host siphons the life essence of their enemies if you make them bleed. The more they bleed from your attacks, the stronger you become. Regeneration is endless as long as their life flows, withering them into oblivion.]

Pyris exhaled sharply, his golden eyes flaring with crimson light as the new ability settled into him.

His body felt invigorated, each cell teeming with the potential for destruction and renewal. His hands clenched into fists, and for a brief moment, the streams of blood power flared outward, rippling across the forge room in a wave of vibrant energy.

His teacher stepped back, sweat glistening on her brow as she studied him carefully. "Kid," she muttered, her voice trembling slightly with awe. "What in the hell have you just unlocked now you monster?"

Pyris didn't answer immediately but smiled, his focus turned inward as he felt the urge to test this newfound power. He could feel it—like an unending reservoir of vitality, a current waiting to be unleashed.

His chest heaved as he smirked faintly. "Something I didn't know I didn't have but really needed," he finally said, his voice low but steady.

Elsa, standing close by in her armor, stared at him with wide, curious eyes, her small hands gripping the edges of her gear. She didn't fully understand what had just happened, but she could sense the shift.

Even the forge itself seemed to resonate with the power surging through Pyris, the glowing runes on the walls flickering faintly.

Then the notification's words pulsed in his mind, and almost immediately but Pyris still felt the rush of power flood through him. Streams of blood energy twisted within his body, burning into his veins like fire and settling into his core like a new heartbeat, he barely paid attention to the notification.

[Ding! Created an Immortal Rank Item. Create a Godly Rank Item to finish the quest!]

Pyris exhaled sharply, ignoring the reward notifications for now. The Goldly Rank hammer could wait. What mattered was the task at hand.

His teacher's voice cut through his thoughts not commenting about the power he just got. "I still can't believe we actually made it. That armor... it's flawless. Perfect." Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Her gaze was locked on the Blood Armor. Awe bled into her tone, but Pyris noticed the slight edge of disbelief. "I can't believe we pulled this off ourselves."

Pyris smiled faintly, brushing back his damp hair. "I didn't make it too perfect, though. Dracula's not going to be invincible. I can't make that mistake."

"Still…" Her voice trailed off as she studied the intricate etchings on the armor, the runes glowing faintly like they were alive.

But Pyris wasn't done.

While his teacher admired the armor, he turned and walked toward another project—a red, glowing orb that pulsed dangerously with power. It contained the essence of the Blood Chalice and the residual energy of the Blood Essence Stones. Unlike the Blood Armor, this was something entirely different.

From his inventory, Pyris pulled out a small vial. Its contents swirled faintly, a deep crimson liquid that seemed almost alive. The Blood of a God.

He held the vial for a moment, hesitating only briefly before uncorking it.

The forge room shook as an immense pulse of power erupted from the vial, sweeping across the room like a storm. Pyris gritted his teeth, his hands trembling slightly as he tried to contain the surge.

Behind him, his teacher reacted instantly, stepping in front of Elsa and shielding her with a barrier of shimmering energy.

Without wasting another second, Pyris poured a quarter of the vial's contents into the orb. The Blood of a God mixed with the volatile energies inside, and the orb's glow intensified, becoming almost blinding.

He quickly resealed the vial and stashed it away, steadying himself as the room quieted again—except for the orb.

The glowing sphere throbbed violently, its essence warping and twisting as it absorbed the divine blood.

[Ding! You have created a Godly Rank item: Symbiotic Blood Armor! Permanent Immortality and Vampire Bloodline Upgrade for the first wearer.]

Pyris allowed himself a small smile. He had made something truly monstrous. This all he needed to create to make Dracula monstrous and almost invisible... Yet it wasn't for Dracula. No, this armor had been crafted with someone else in mind.

Another chime followed.

[Ding! Mission completed. You have received: Goldly Rank Forging Hammer!]

He didn't bother checking his inventory. Instead, he carefully stowed the Symbiotic Blood Armor away. The pulsating orb dimmed slightly as it vanished into his storage.

His teacher was still staring, her expression unreadable as she processed what they had just created