Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

[Ding distributing rewards...

1000LPs added.

New Lust Dragon ability unlocked.

New ability: Eternal's Seal!

Description: A lost legacy of unimaginable power. Lost in time is an ability that made gods tremble and the Lust Dragon the most feared entity in existence—an ability only the extinct Lust Dragons could possess!

With this ability, the bearer can place a soul seal on an individual, enslaving any entity binding their fate to their master and obeying the master's orders.

Pyris stood at the precipice of an ancient power long thought to be extinct, a lost legacy that once made even gods tremble.

It was an ability so potent that the Lust Dragons, the most feared entities in existence, had been erased from history, leaving no trace of their dominion. And now, that very power flowed through him—The Eternal Seal.

A sudden Ding! Resounded in his mind, and a voice rang out, brimming with authority:

[The host is too weak to fully comprehend the depths of Eternal Seal on their own, you can only use actively with LPs]

Pyris clenched his fists instinctively, barely registering the warning.

[Warning: The host can only place the seal on those weaker and equally strong. For those marginally stronger than you unless; certain unknown conditions are met for higher targets.]

His heart raced, not with fear, but excitement. The Eternal Seal was a soul-binding ability, one that could enslave any being—gods, creatures, or men—who fell beneath its influence. The bearer could bend their will, fate tethered to the master like a marionette on invisible strings, obeying commands without question...

[The ability leaves no traces during or after use, the host's action can therefore go unnoticed!] The system went on.

...and yet, there would be no trace, no ripple in the fabric of reality.

The world would never know it had been violated.

For a brief moment, Pyris's thoughts flickered to the centuries of power this ability must have brought to his ancestors.

No wonder history was so careful to erase them.

Before Pyris could fully comprehend what had just awakened inside him, a surge of power erupted, burning through his veins like molten lava.

He gasped, eyes wide, as his legs trembled under the weight of the sensation.

He grunted, stumbling before falling to one knee, struggling to retain control. It was an intoxicating, overwhelming rush—dangerous, yet exhilarating.

He closed his eyes, letting the storm rage through his body.

Then, another Ding! Interrupted the chaos in his mind.

[The host has unlocked a secondary ability: Essence Devouring!]

The information poured into his mind, a torrent of knowledge fusing with his consciousness.

Essence Devouring—the ability to consume the very essence of souls from those he killed. Apart from their power, they would become his, strengthening his magical powers and soul strength.

He saw visions of enemies slain, their spirits dissolving into tendrils of energy that seeped into his being, amplifying his might.

[The more powerful the devoured essence, the more strength the host gains.]

A sickening thrill filled Pyris. This wasn't just a gift—it was dominion, the kind of dominion that would topple kingdoms and break gods.

With a grunt, Pyris collapsed to the floor, chest heaving, drenched in sweat. He felt weak, yet paradoxically stronger than he'd ever been.

His limbs quivered as though they were not his own, but the power settling in his bones was undeniable. 'This was mine all along,' he thought...

'It's part of my very bloodline—the Lust Obsidian Dragon Bloodline.' A legacy once sealed, And now clawed its way back to him.

Shaking off the euphoria of his newfound powers, Pyris pulled himself together, eager to test his abilities but knowing he had more immediate concerns.

He left his hotel suite, exiting the elevator with a deliberate stride. His appearance was nothing short of commanding, every step radiating control, every glance enough to turn heads.

The lobby hushed at the sight of him, all eyes drawn to his figure like moths to a flame.

The hotel manager scurried to his side, bowing with reverence, hardly daring to speak unless addressed. Pyris paid him no mind, his focus already on what awaited outside.

Through the glass doors, Pyris could see the convoy awaiting his arrival.

Five sleek cars, armored and imposing, lined the front entrance. In the middle of the convoy, his personal favorite—a car resembling a Rolls-Royce Phantom limousine, modified to accommodate ten seats, with a striking grey finish.

It was a symbol of power and luxury, much like himself.

And there, by the limousine, stood Emilia—dressed in a crisp, formal white suit that only accentuated her beauty and authority.

Her presence was magnetic, drawing attention with every movement she made. She was more than a mere subordinate—she was his right hand, always ready to carry out his will.

As Pyris approached, the security team surrounding the convoy—six individuals in total, four men and two women, all dressed in black suits with earpieces—immediately bowed, acknowledging his superiority without a word.

"Young Lord!" they greeted in unison, voices filled with deference, together there were other two women probably his subordinates, part of his new team

Pyris gave them a curt nod, a mere acknowledgment of their loyalty, before stepping into the limousine. Emilia followed, taking her place beside him.

"Boss!" the driver called from the front seat, bowing slightly before his hands returned to the wheel. Pyris's eyes flicked toward him, and for a brief moment, he tried to gauge the man's strength, only to be met with error messages.

Once seated, Emilia handed him a sleek tablet, the same version as his phone but larger. Pyris accepted it without a word, his mind still processing the lingering effects of the power surging through him.

His eyes scanned the documents on the tablet with lightning speed, his mind now working far beyond its human limits, more like a quantum computer than anything mortal.

A grin spread across his face. "So much for the new CEO," he mused. "Has Mother been lazing around this whole time?"

Emilia let out a small sigh. "Your mother has been focusing on ARGO and your new car design for the past five months. The company, as a result, is... messy."

Pyris's eyes narrowed, flipping through reports and articles about Obsidian Tech's internal turmoil. Executives plotting behind the scenes, the company's public image wavering—it was clear that his mother's absence had allowed chaos to fester.

But now that the Obsidians were back, with new power at his disposal, they would soon learn who they truly served.

"Emilia," Pyris began his voice smooth but laced with authority, "Create me a pseudonym. Let's go with... Petne. And for the surname? Chaos—it fits, don't you think?"

She nodded, quickly typing on her device. "Right away, Young Lord. "And by the way, someone contacted your office. They want to partner with you directly, not the company!" Emilia said, surprised by the request.

She would have refused, finding it suspicious, but Pyris liked handling things himself.

absolutely."

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