Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Or maybe… it could?

Much to their disbelief, the sword did nothing to harm Alexa. It was as if it knew the will of its ultimate wielder. The blade pierced straight through her heart, yet not a single wound marred her skin. It was not an illusion, nor a trick of the mind—no, it was something far more terrifying. It was real.

And yet, it wasn't. It was beyond reality, beyond comprehension, beyond the very concept of harm as they understood it. A blade of Fate itself.

A shriek tore through the air, piercing the walls of the waiting room. The sound was agonizing, unnatural, a wail of something beyond mortality. Instinct took over—the leaders clutched their ears, bodies writhing as the sound burrowed into their very souls. But Pyris? He merely snorted, unbothered, untouched.

His grip on the hilt tightened as he yanked the sword free, his strength enough to shatter mountains, enough to command the world itself to move. And from the blade—

Something moved.

Something alive.

A writhing, squirming entity clung to the sword's length, resisting, clawing, grasping, fighting to stay latched onto Alexa. A parasite. No—a symbiote. It pulsed with golden energy, an entity formed from the very fabric of the cosmos. A creature of inevitability, a being of absolutes.

The parasite of Fate itself. And even in its grotesque, eldritch horror, there was grandeur in its design, a beauty only an existence crafted by the cosmos could bear.

Pyris's eyes burned brighter. His fingers flexed—and then, without a word, dark golden flames erupted from his hands, cascading over the struggling entity. It screeched, it convulsed, it tried to escape—but it was helpless.

The flames consumed it, reduced it to nothingness, burned it out of existence, defying the very law it was bound to uphold.

[Ding! You have killed Symbiote of Fate!]

[Description: The Symbiotes are Fate's parasites, attached to the strongest strings of Fate—events that must happen, no matter the cost. Those who resist, those who attempt to alter destiny orchestrated by Fate, will find these parasites taking root in their souls.]

A pulse.

A surge of power unlike anything before.

The Essence Devouring took hold before Pyris could even process it. Golden streams of energy flowed into him, an intoxicating rush of raw, untamed power. It was different from any essence he had devoured before.

This was Fate itself. This was the very concept of destiny being pulled into his being, fueling him, warping him. Something he couldn't explain, something that felt simple yet unexplainably unique!

[Ding! You are at the peak of Rank 17.]

[Ding! You have devoured and tasted Fate itself! Your hunger for Fate grows stronger! You are becoming a Devourer!]

[Ding! Your passive ability from the Devourer Demon has been devoured!]

[Ding! You have unlocked a new ability: Fate Nemesis Eye!]

[Ding!...]

Pyris dismissed the notifications, barely holding himself together as the borrowed power receded. His limbs felt heavy, his breath ragged. The strain of wielding something beyond his level—the cost of touching a force he wasn't meant to touch—it was catching up to him. His body screamed in exhaustion.

He staggered but didn't fall. Not yet.

His gaze fell upon Alexa. Her body was no longer withering, no longer being eaten away.

The parasite was gone, stripped from her soul. But she was far from fine. She was whole, yes, but empty—drained of something vital. Anastasia could heal her, could bring her back to full strength, but not today. Not soon. The toll was too great.

"I'm tired…"

How much had he done today?

The day had started with a simple meeting. A deal with the Dragon Crown Prince. Negotiations. Conversations. Business. Normal. But normal had been ripped apart the moment Moonveil's life was thrown onto Fate's scales. And he had stopped it. Barely.

But only because of borrowed power.

And now, again, he had done the same.

This time, it wasn't an enemy he had fought. It was Fate itself. And he had won. He had defied it. He had pulled his woman from the grasp of something no mortal, no god, no entity should be able to defy. But at what cost?

What was this power inside him?

Why did he have it?

And most importantly—what price would he pay for using it?

A deep, shuddering breath left him. He was too tired to think. Too tired to care. His vision blurred, his body swayed, and finally—

His strength failed him.

His eyes closed.

His body lost all tension.

And Pyris Black fell into unconsciousness.

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The world within was vast—no, vast was an insult. It was endless. A cosmic expanse stretching beyond the mind's grasp, where celestial storms raged in the void, and titanic stars crumbled like dust beneath the weight of an ancient war.

At the center of it all was Him. Or at least, the being that his soul resonated with, a creature so immense that entire worlds could orbit around its limbs. A dragon—not just any dragon, but a being beyond mere legend, beyond divinity, beyond the very concept of strength.

Its golden scales shone like a second sun, burning brighter than the most exalted celestial flames, but the underside—the soft, deadly core—was something else entirely. Pink underberry scales, smooth as silk yet harder than god-forged adamantine, pulsed with a power that defied logic. With every motion, they shimmered, bending the light around them in ways that made reality itself seem uncertain.

And then, it breathed.

The exhale wasn't just fire. It wasn't just destruction. It was annihilation itself. A golden-pink storm of raw, unfiltered might that turned the cosmos into ashes. The breath touched an immortal being, a god of the highest rank, and he didn't just die—he ceased to exist. No soul left to reincarnate. No energy to return to the cycle of reincarnation.

Just... gone.

Yet, despite its overwhelming might, the dragon seemed wounded. Glistening pink-golden blood dripped from deep gashes, each wound carved by beings that should never have had the power to harm it. Thousands of figures swarmed like ants against its celestial form—gods of all shapes and sizes, titanic beasts infused with divinity, dragons of ancient bloodlines, their own scales paling in comparison to the being they sought to slay.