Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Stepping out of the training hall, Pyris found Song grinning from ear to ear, clearly pleased with himself after teasing the Phantom Venerable. Pyris eyed him and chuckled. "If you do that again and tease my woman, I swear, I'll cuck you, Song."

Song's grin widened. "Ah, too bad, young lord. Turns out this young and gorgeous third most powerful Phantom doesn't have anyone. Say, how exactly are you going to cuck me, hmm?"

Pyris paused. That… was a good point. Of course, he'd just been joking, but with the way Song put it, the irony wasn't lost on him.

Pyris smirked, crossing his arms. "I see. Well then, let's see if you can stay single for eternity. Just know this—I will cuck you, be it next week, months, years, centuries, or even millennia. I will cuck you, Song!"

Song laughed. "Ah, I see. You're the kind to hold a grudge, huh, young lord?" He shook his head in mock exasperation before sighing. "But honestly, by then, the gods might have descended, the world might be in ruins, and I… well, I might not be alive anymore. Hmm, the more I think about the future, the more I realize I really might die single. Unless, of course, I survive the gods' descent."

His playful tone faded just a little, his expression turning slightly somber.

Pyris, however, clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Mm, don't worry, Song. I'll make sure you survive. I'll make sure of that and you won't perish at hands of gods. And once everything's over—I will be the one to cuck you. Count on it!"

Song chuckled, shaking his head. "Young lord, you sure are persistent. But can you really make that promise come true? You know gods..."

Pyris grinned, his eyes burning with confidence. "The gods? Heh. I'll beat and cuck them too. And if there's anyone I like among the goddesses, I'll take them as well. So, Song, you're destined to survive them too—only to get cucked by me later!"

Song let out a hearty laugh. "Young lord, just make sure we all survive first. Then we'll see how that goes." They exchanged a firm handshake, their grins mirroring each other.

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They nodded in agreement, a silent understanding between them.

Meanwhile, Mira watched from afar, arms crossed, sighing deeply.

Men.

What kind of ridiculous nonsense was this?

They wanted to fight the gods, survive an apocalyptic event… all so one could cuck the other? What kind of bullcrap was this?!

Mira could only shake her head. She would never understand men. Pyris and Song acted like best friends, even though they weren't—yet. But perhaps, something resembling a bond was starting to form between them.

They finally let go of their ridiculous handshake, and Song let out a long sigh. Pyris raised an eyebrow.

"What is it?"

Without a word, Song pulled out a tablet and handed it over. A few moments passed as Pyris scanned the screen.

"After searching through all the markets and black markets, we only managed to get a few of the things you asked for." Song swiped the screen, pulling up the details. "This one here… the price is 500 million. And this—" he tapped another listing "—the Primordial Etherstone. It's at 700 million. Right now, it's in the possession of the Dragon Mine Auction House."

Pyris's eyes flickered with interest as he studied the screen.

"They don't seem to know its real value," Song added, a smirk tugging at his lips. "That's why they're selling it this cheap."

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Pyris let out a satisfied hum. "Mm. That's a good price." He handed the tablet back. "Buy them anonymously through the Petne Chaos identity. Emilia will assist you on that. If the Dragon Royal Family realizes the Obsidians are interested in these, they'll make sure to milk us for billions instead."

Song nodded. The Celestial Bloodmetal was cheaper than Pyris had expected—which made things much easier.

Soon, everything would be in place.

"For now, let's see how Silent Night is doing." Pyris said, striding off, leaving Song to finish his tasks.

Now that he had one of Drakos' people under his control, infiltrating the Dragon Empire would be much smoother. But still, he needed to be careful. There were terryfing individuals in the court—besides Space Dragon. Pyris knew she wasn't the only one. There were others like her, hidden in the empire's shadows.

That was why he had to move with extra caution. That was why he wanted to personally handle Silent Night. That's why he—Song—had brought here in the guise of treating her. Luckily the Space Dragon didn't intervene.

Only after securing Space Dragon, Astrid, and maybe someone even more powerful or of equal status, could he afford to truly relax and act more directly.

"I look forward to the day I finally meet this Dragon Emperor," Pyris muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with cold resolve. "I have a score to settle with that bastard."

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Pyris arrived at the treatment hall, where Silent Night was resting. Anastasia stood beside her, finishing the last touches of healing. She looked fine now.

Pyris smiled and walked forward.

"Thank you, sister." Pyris pulled Anastasia into a warm embrace.

Anastasia smiled softly. She had spared no effort treating all these women, even though she wasn't obliged to. "Don't worry, brother." She cupped his cheeks gently, her touch full of warmth. "Big sister is always glad to help."

She leaned in, giving him a light peck before stepping back. With a final nod, she turned and walked out. Pyris watched her go, a fond smile on his face. Then, turning back to Silent Night, his smile grew even wider.

"Feeling better now?"

Silent Night's eyes fluttered open, her body stiff and aching. The room was unfamiliar—too quiet, too controlled. The moment she became aware of her surroundings, her muscles tensed. Her instincts screamed at her, warning her of danger.

Then she saw him.

Pyris.

The realization hit her like a wave of cold water. She had known about him, of course—everyone did. The Obsidian Prince, the man who commanded fear and respect in equal measure. He was one of the most dangerous rising young generation figures in the realm together with the general's daughter, Selene and others, and yet here he was, standing calmly in the same room as her. And he had saved her life.

Her fingers twitched, but there was no weapon within reach. She was vulnerable.

Pyris, for his part, regarded her with that unreadable gaze of his. "You're awake."

Silent Night forced herself to sit up, ignoring the sharp pain lancing through her body. She wouldn't show weakness in front of him. Not here. Not now.

"Where am I?" Her voice was hoarse, but steady.

"Obsidian Estate," Pyris answered without hesitation. "You were dying when I found you. I had you treated."

That should have been reassuring, but it wasn't. If anything, it only made her more wary. She knew better than to believe in kindness, especially from an enemy.

Her eyes darkened. "Why?"

Pyris tilted his head slightly, as if considering how much to say. "Let's just say your survival benefits me."

Silent Night stiffened. She didn't like that answer. She didn't like being indebted to him. "If you think this means I owe you—"

"I don't," Pyris cut in smoothly. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're here now. And alive. And I won't be lying to you. Your presence serve a great purpose in my path and I am here to ensure that it's like that forever."

Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken tension.

Silent Night's gaze flickered toward the door. She could leave. She had to. Staying here, in the heart of Obsidian territory, was dangerous. If the Dragon Empire knew—

She exhaled sharply. She didn't even know what they would do.

Pyris watched her, his sharp eyes missing nothing. "You're thinking too much. You should rest."

"And let my guard down in your territory after telling your not-so-clear intentions?" She scoffed. "Do I look like a fool to you?"

Pyris smirked. "No. But you do look like someone who's in no shape to fight me right now. And wise enough to know your place. Now don't act like a fool, I know you're better than than. Here, Silent Night you only have two choices— preservation or...?"

Silent Night clenched her fists, but she had no rebuttal. He was right. And that infuriated her. He didn't need to spell the last word for her.

For now, she had no choice but to stay. But she wouldn't let her guard down. Not for a second.