Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Nysa had been keen as she observed everything which unfold with a keen, calculating interest.

Pyris—the young noble who had stumbled across her imprisonment in this forsaken labyrinth—was nothing short of a curiosity wrapped in enigmas. He was a storm of contradictions: noble yet reckless, composed yet brimming with untamed ambition.

And beyond all that, he reeked of mysteries—secrets so profound they seemed capable of unraveling the very fabric of the heavens themselves.

Even his woman, Alera was a package of mystery in her own right.

Her gaze lingered on him, drawn to the fire burning in his eyes, a fire she hadn't seen in millennia. It reminded her of her younger self when she just started her journey, back when she believed her will alone could change her world. But the intensity in his eyes—it burned brighter than hers ever had, threatening to consume everything in its path.

She knew, unlike her, Pyris was going to reach the end of his goals, he wasn't going to be cornered to be just as an illusion of his own dreams and potentials like she had become when she faced the monster—her brother.

This line of thought pulled her into reflection on her own existence. Here she stood, a woman who had once commanded respect in her own realm, reduced to a wanderer in a place she had only heard of in whispers by none other than her own blood.

As one who had held influence, she was far from alien to the idea of the Goldly Realms, but now she found here herself navigating a mortal one, bound to a man who was as puzzling as he was resourceful.

Her thoughts wandered to her newfound awareness. After "Collecting"—a rare ability unique to the females of her kind—Nysa had absorbed an abundance of information, more than she could have imagined.

Most of it revolved around this peculiar young man, Pyris, and this new world where mana ruled supreme.

Surprisingly, she had discovered much about herself as well. The bond tying her to him had not only granted her insight into his life but also made her capable of surviving here, blending seamlessly with the beings of this realm. She could now wield mana like them—a feat she would have considered beneath her before her downfall.

Yet, she knew how unique this was, her bond with Pyris, she knew she had been unteethered from fate was happy to have reached and hardly believe.

Still, she had her worries. Chief among them were the Divinitarchs—the sovereigns of this realm.

While her presence was muted enough to avoid detection, any lapse in control could provoke their wrath. She likened herself to a single silver fish in a vast ocean: insignificant, unless she stirred too many waves.

If she ever tries to release even a bit of her mana to fight or even defend, here in the mortal realm, gods will be on her in no time.

The only place where Nysa will be able to use her mana freely are the Immortal Realms or in a situation where she was faced with a middle rank immortals.

Yet despite these concerns, she couldn't deny that staying close to Pyris made things easier. His influence shielded her from threats while his inherent charm piqued her interest. And then, there was the most surprising revelation of all: Phantoms.

The remnants of a race believed to have vanished even in her own realm.

It took every ounce of her self-control to stifle her bubbling excitement. In her world, Phantoms were not feared but revered, seen as creatures of legend and unfathomable power.

And here they were, thriving in the shadows of this new world she just been introduced to. The prospect of meeting them was thrilling.

Still, another revelation had left her reeling. Pyris wasn't just an anomaly in this realm—he was something more.

His soul, as she had discovered before the "Collection" and later confirmed, hailed from an entirely different world, one devoid of magic, where survival relied solely on wit and ingenuity.

A world unimaginable to her.

"Humans are truly remarkable," she mused. "They adapt to anything, even to the most barren of existences." It was incomprehensible to her, a life without power. And yet, he stood here, alive, thriving in a place he shouldn't have belonged.

But she noted something conspicuously absent from her findings: Goddess Lilith. Pyris had skillfully concealed any knowledge of the goddess, a precaution she now understood. He wouldn't expose that secret—not until he was certain he could protect her from the wrath of the gods.

His resolve, she realized, was more than admirable—it was terrifying. He had been keeping his connection to the Goddess from everyone but now only Nysa knew.

Her thoughts snapped back to the present as she continued to process the labyrinth's layout.

As they moved deeper, flashes of unfamiliar knowledge flooded her mind. It wasn't memory; it was more akin to visions—or implanted knowledge, placed deliberately by a singular hand. Nysa had no knowledge of the labyrinth pe say, she had never explored it, she had but visions left behind in her mind with one silent order—Guide The Young Mortal To His Goals!

There was only one being she knew who could wield such precision...

"Lady Zaryana," she muttered under her breath, her tone bitter yet tinged with awe.

The pieces were falling into place. Zaryana, the master of schemes and plots, had left her here on purpose and didn't save her, ensuring she would encounter Pyris. This wasn't coincidence—it was calculated.

The young noble, with his strange powers and unyielding will, had become a master piece in one of Zaryana's intricate games.

Nysa's eyes narrowed her teeth and lips shivering. "She sacrificed my freedom in hopes to him saving me later… that means she holds him in the highest regard. What game is she playing, and why is he so central to it?"

The realization struck her like a blow. Pyris wasn't just a participant in Zaryana's game; he was her main piece, her greatest gamble.

Her freedom to finally be her own self, her very existence, was tied to a boy wrapped in mysteries.

The sting of being relegated to a supporting role in this cosmic chess game was sharp, but it was tempered by the thrill of being a part of it. She had traded the shackles of Fate and Destiny for the subtle strings of Zaryana's machinations and Pyris' own mysteries.

And while the former was suffocating, the latter was exhilarating. She wasn't going to allow to be a supporting character, she was going to be a lead just like Alera, no matter what, she swore.

"She doth play against the Divinitarchs," Nysa surmised. "This young noble… he is her blade. I will his shield later!"

With a wry smile, she accepted her role she just gave herself. "So be it, young noble. Let us see how far thy path shall lead us."

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After Pyris and the group regrouper, Lyra informed them of their location.

"This section is still part of the labyrinth's outer layer, and it's core" Lyra explained. "But we're nearing the inner parts."

Nysa confirmed this, adding her knowledge. "The Blood Chalice lies in the transition zone, between the outer and inner layers of this labyrinth."

The news was a relief, but it brought its own dread. If the outer sections were this treacherous, what horrors awaited them deeper within? Pyris knew none of them were eager to find out.

"For now, we'll take what we came for and leave," he announced.

His words were met with nods of agreement. Yet, even as he spoke, a flicker of curiosity burned in his eyes. Pyris was not one to leave questions unanswered. He'd be back—when he was stronger.

Alera, Zara, and Nysa were unbothered by his declaration.

The Blood Chalice was their only goal. But Lyra and Seren remained silent, their expressions guarded. Pyris turned to them, his voice firm yet kind. Experience new tales on My Virtual Library Empire

"The moment has come," he said, drawing their attention.