Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

It had been close to a month since she'd arrived in the Dragon Empire, thanks to her daughter's urging—and her own curiosity, too.

Zalaria stood by the massive window, the city lights casting a soft glow across her face. She looked almost otherworldly—like something carved out of moonlight. Her pale skin shimmered faintly, the silver-white strands of her hair flowing down her back as if they were part of the ethereal energy that clung to her.

The blue corset hugged her figure tightly, icy patterns stitched along the fabric, while a crimson gem rested just above the swell of her chest, pulsing gently with her power. Her eyes… those glowing, frost-blue eyes, sharp enough to cut through fate itself—normally, anyway...

She'd watched a lot happening, and she couldn't help but grow more and more curious about the figure known as Pyris Obsidian.

At first, Selene had pushed for it—the Serenova Enterprises, the biggest business empire, to form a connection with the Obsidians, who held the second-largest business empire and were running a lot of fields now. But the more Zalaria watched, the more she felt... drawn.

What intrigued her the most was how she couldn't see the threads of fate and destiny surrounding Pyris. She was a prophetess, for crying out loud.

Unlike Alexa, who hadn't fully unleashed her powers yet, Zalaria Serenova was different. She'd lived long enough to break past some of the limits of her divine sight. Though, admittedly, Alexa's powers were far more unique.

Zalaria had once been a seer in the divine ranks before her fall from grace. She could see the secrets of the heavens, unravel destinies like threads in her palm.

Yet nothing about the Obsidians—especially nothing about Pyris—was visible to her. Not now not even back then.

She wasn't unfamiliar with them either. Hell, she'd witnessed the descent of the gods and their armies when they tried to annihilate Lucy Obsidian and her family.

But before all that... she'd been a seer of the—

Zalaria shook her head, breaking through the mist of her thoughts.

She stood at the window of her hotel suite, watching the city below, her mind drifting back to the descent of the Light Goddess's avatar in this very hotel. The goddess had left empty-handed, fuming with rage.

The Light Goddess. Of all beings.

Zalaria had only one thought: What the hell had happened in that penthouse suite?

The Light Goddess was known as calm, peaceful, and slow to anger among the third-ranked deities.

To see her that pissed off...

What did the Obsidians do?

Zalaria's fingers tapped lightly against the glass. She felt it then. The shift.

The whole empire's mana shifted—like a pulse in the atmosphere, subtle but vast. Ancient. Presences that made the very air feel heavier.

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Only the strongest would sense it.

"So... the leaders have started arriving."

She'd seen this play out in her visions. But it had felt... meaningless back then. Like a ripple she couldn't quite explain.

And now?

It was happening.

"Selene." A ripple of silvery light shimmered in the air.

Selene appeared from the glow, her long white hair cascading like a waterfall, her dress dark and elegant, yet perfectly accentuating her sinful figure—one only Zalaria and Pyris had seen before.

"Mother," Selene bowed lightly. "You called?"

Zalaria nodded toward the velvet seats by the window. "Sit."

Selene obeyed, folding herself neatly into the chair.

Unlike her mother, who had survived countless generations and seen the rise and fall of empires, Selene was still a teenager. Young. Talented. Monstrous.

Her aura leaked power, a Rank 17 already. And yet... not fully in control. She had left Pyris behind again. He was still a Rank 16.

Zalaria leaned closer, cupping Selene's face gently in her hands.

"I'm proud of you, my love," she said softly.

Selene blinked, cheeks turning pink.

"...Mother." Zalaria's smile shifted—just a bit sharper.

"So... are you planning to make a Soulbind with him? Or should I?"

Selene's entire face exploded red. She shot up from her seat, hands flying to her chest, "Mother! What the hell?! I—I'm not planning anything like that! Stop being such a perv for once!"

Zalaria chuckled, tilting her head. "Ah, my innocent girl. Very well then. If you won't... I will."

"Mother!!!"

"What? Do you know how long I've waited for someone worthy? I'm still a woman with need you know, a craving I have never satisfied, you know. If one of us doesn't claim this opportunity, it might be wasted."

Selene stared at her, at a complete loss for words.

Soulbind.

The word echoed in her head.

A bond deeper than contracts. Beyond magic. It was personal. Dangerous. Intimate. And her mother was treating it like casual gossip, she had to be joking. Right?

Right? Zalaria let out a soft sigh, the teasing fading from her face.

"You know I'm not acting on a whim here. We've watched long enough. The leaders are here. I have told you about the visions of what's to come next, haven't I. Do you remember what comes next?"

Selene nodded slowly.

"Good. Then you understand—it's time we stop playing blind."

The air shifted.

Zalaria rose to her feet, power thrumming beneath her skin.

She stood, gracefully unfolding to her full height. When she spread her hands, twin bursts of light exploded from her palms—one silver, the other black. Wings erupted from her back, one a cascade of blinding silver flame, the other was like an endless darkness, consuming all light around it, dying at its edges, sucked into the emptiness.

Silver light danced along her fingertips, pure and radiant—then twisted, darker threads coiling into the light like ink spreading through water.

Her voice was calm, but there was steel beneath it.

"Selene... the time for watching is over. The game is changing. The leaders of the Nepharion factions will sense this power shift soon enough. And you know what's coming next, don't you?"

Selene nodded, her usual defiance gone. "Yes mother... The Last Fall."

Zalaria's voice dropped to a whisper, almost reverent.

"Not just the Fall, my dear. The beginning of the End." She extended a hand, and the swirling energy around her darkened, condensing into a black blade wreathed in violet flame.

"No more sidelines. It's time to join the chaos."

Selene swallowed hard, heart pounding. The strongest Nepharion was no longer just watching. Zalaria tilted her head, a cold smile playing at her lips.

"We're moving now. Let's see if the other factions dare stay in the shadows once I join the game."