Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The entire mortal realm had turned into a red and black wasteland, a place where fear was law. People moved with caution, watching their words, their glances, dreading even the direction of their gaze toward the colossal dark fortress that loomed over everything. A castle of nightmares, stretching to the very sky, built upon a foundation of skulls and bones—trophies of a tyrant.

And it had all started tonight.

For days, Alexa had been unraveling the endless nightmares of the future, searching for a path that would not end in ruin.

To everyone else, to her family, to Pyris himself—this night was playing out exactly as expected. Simple. Routine. But they had no idea. No one knew that what they were experiencing was only one of thousands of possibilities Alexa had relived over and over. And in almost every single one, they did not survive.

No one would ever know the lengths she had gone to. No one would ever know the price she had already paid to ensure they were still breathing warm air in two years instead of choking on the ashes of their own world.

Fate had not let her defiance go unpunished. The merciless enforcer of the cosmos had retaliated, throwing catastrophe upon catastrophe at her—forcing the annihilation of the mortal realm one way or another. If she had refused the script that made Pyris a tyrant, then the cosmos would simply erase the mortal realm entirely.

Moonveil's destruction. The fall of empires. A wasteland where nothing but silence remained.

Yet she had stopped it. The Child of the Godly Realms had done the impossible. And for that, she would suffer.

But Alexa didn't care. Pain was nothing if it meant he could smile. If it meant Alera and Aurelia wouldn't disappear, never to be seen again. If it meant Emberly and Anastasia wouldn't have to sacrifice their lives to break the curse meant to end his.

If it meant Pyris wouldn't lose everything.

She had lived through that horror once. And she refused to let him live it.

A slow, tired smile touched her lips as she watched from above, her golden eyes drinking in the sight of him—laughing, teasing Ambrosia, blissfully unaware of the storm she had fought back. He was supposed to hate Ambrosia in the coming days, supposed to battle her as an enemy. But Alexa had changed that, too.

And that was enough.

Her vision blurred. Strength drained from her limbs. The power holding her together finally gave out.

The last thing she saw was Pyris smiling.

A whisper, barely audible, escaped her lips as her body collapsed to the floor, golden eyes dimming, hair swaying with the motion.

"I have served my purpose, Pyris."

And then, silence, Alexa's body gave out, golden eyes dimming as she began to fall but before she could hit the ground, time itself cracked.

A stillness washed over the room, an eerie, frozen second where even the air refused to move. In that instant, Nysa's power surged—a sheer force of will locking the moment in place, stretching the boundary between seconds.

And then—motion.

Astrid and Zara moved at once. Their bodies blurred, breaking through the frozen time-space like phantoms defying the laws of reality. When the world snapped back into motion, Alexa was no longer falling. She lay limp in their arms—The Dragon Empress and The Witch holding her steady.

The others reacted a second too late. Pyris, oblivious to the catastrophe unfolding in this room, remained elsewhere. But those who bore witness stood frozen—not in time, but in fear. Alexa's lips were cracked and dry. The golden silk of her hair had begun to wither, grey streaks spreading from her scalp like decay creeping through the strands.

Zara's breath hitched. Her fingers trembled as she pressed a hand against Alexa's chest, feeling for the unseen force eating away at her.

And then, realization struck like a blade to the heart.

"Her life force—it's deteriorating. Something is eating her alive!" The words sent a chill through the room.

Fate!

It should have been impossible. The sheer miracle of rewriting the strings of destiny without dying instantly—Alexa had defied the laws of existence itself. But the weight, the price, had finally come.

And she was paying for it. With her life.

Zara reacted first, summoning the emerald glow of pure life mana, pushing it into Alexa's weakening body. The room lit with green luminescence, tendrils of energy flowing into her.

Only for it to vanish the moment it touched her.

Devoured.

Zara's eyes widened. No… This wasn't just draining Alexa—it was consuming her from the inside. A force beyond magic. Beyond logic.

"Alera!" Zara snapped, voice sharp. "Call Anastasia. Now. And don't let Pyris find out—"

Alera didn't hesitate.

Meanwhile, Aurelia and the others remained paralyzed, watching helplessly, uncertainty carving lines of horror across their faces.

And then there was Moonveil.

She could only watch. Guilt twisted like a knife inside her. "This is my fault. If she hadn't divined, if she hadn't saved me, this wouldn't be happening." She swallowed hard, hands trembling. "I should be the one suffering. Not her."

Nysa gritted her teeth, sweat beading on her brow as she poured every time mana into slowing the decay. But it wasn't enough.

The air tensed.

A sudden burst of golden-green light flooded the room, washing over them in a pulse of raw, undiluted power.

Heads turned sharply.

At the center of the glow—Anastasia.

She stood in the doorway, bathed in an ethereal radiance, life mana pouring from her in waves.

"Step aside."

Her voice was steady. Absolute.

As the others hesitated, the golden-green energy intensified, becoming potent—so thick it crackled against their skin.

And then they realized.

Anastasia wasn't just using life mana.

She was burning her own life essence.

Zara gasped. No.

But Anastasia didn't hesitate. She stepped forward, pressing her hands against Alexa's chest, pouring everything into her. Alexa's body arched. Her breath hitched. The sheer force of the life essence sent a pulse through her, lifting her slightly as if something was pulling her back from the abyss.

Yet—like before—it was eaten away.

Instantly.

But slower.

Not fast enough to stop the decay, but enough to fight it.

Anastasia's voice wavered. "This isn't supposed to happen… I won't let my sister-in-law die."

But she didn't say the rest, she didn't tell them that this couldn't be stopped.

She refused to accept it.

A second surge of life essence erupted from Anastasia.

It wasn't just an increase—it was an onslaught.

The golden-green radiance expanded, no longer soft waves but a violent torrent, crackling with raw power. It surged from her hands, racing across Alexa's body in luminous currents, illuminating every inch of her with a sickly glow.

The floor beneath them groaned. The air itself seemed to buckle under the force.

Anastasia's veins pulsed with golden light, spreading up her arms, twisting like roots beneath her skin. Her breath hitched, a shudder wracking her frame, but she pushed harder.

More.

More than before.

More than she should have been able to give.

The sheer force of it lashed against the walls, sending papers and chairs skidding across the room. The temperature spiked—then plunged—as if reality itself was struggling to contain the energy.

Her green hair whipped around wildly, strands shimmering between vibrant green and ashen white.

And then—

A sickening crack echoed through the space.

Not from the walls.

Not from the floor.

From her.

Something inside Anastasia fractured.

A gasp tore from her lips, but she didn't stop. She couldn't. The energy she was pouring into Alexa wasn't just draining her—it was breaking her, unraveling the very foundation of her existence.

And yet, she still didn't stop.

"Stop!" Zara's voice cracked. "You'll die!"

"You don't have enough life essence to keep this up!" Nysa shouted, panic breaking her usual calm.

Anastasia ignored them.

"I don't care!"

The declaration echoed, raw and absolute.

As long as she saved Alexa.

"As long as my little brother didn't have to go through the agony of losing the woman he loved my life can pay that price." She said to herself but others heard.

Aurelia moved.

She grabbed her older sister by the shoulders, yanking her back with force. "Anastasia, stop!"

Anastasia stiffened. "What if Pyris loses both his big sister and his woman?! Can you imagine that? Can you imagine what that would do to him?! I won't be able to stop him or comfort him alone, you're all we have."

The words sliced through Anastasia's frenzy.

A flicker of hesitation. A slight falter in her power.

A sigh of realization.

Aurelia mirrored it, her grip loosening.

And then—Alexa's skin paled. A sickening crack of unnatural energy swept through her body as color drained from her skin.

Flesh began to wither. To rot.

A heartbeat of silence.

And then—

"I DON'T CARE!"

Anastasia roared.

Power exploded from her, a torrent of golden-green life essence surging from her core. The sheer force blasted everyone back. The walls trembled. The ground quaked.

It was too much.

The others watched in horror, helpless against the tide of raw sacrifice pouring into Alexa's dying body.

And in that moment, everyone knew—

This wasn't just Anastasia fighting for Alexa.

This was Anastasia willing to break herself to keep Pyris from suffering.

No matter the cost.

"Move aside!" A new voice said! They felt the fear!