Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The Awakening of Desperace

Alexa sat by the window of her room, staring at the star-lit sky. Ever since her awakening, a sense of longing and desperation had taken root in her heart. She had believed that this newfound power would elevate her standing in life, granting her the confidence to finally stand beside Pyris as his equal.

She had dreamed of becoming someone who could match the powerful women around him—Alera, Aurelia, and even the other talented women who seemed to grow stronger every day. But after the initial surge of power, there had been nothing.

No great feats, no awe-inspiring manifestations of her abilities—just an increase in her strength and a brighter, more golden hue to her light element. Nothing else.

"Why haven't I changed?" she murmured, her voice trembling with frustration. The same question haunted her every day since her awakening.

Her other element, the mysterious Divinity Element, had yet to show itself. She had no clue what it was capable of, or even how to summon it. Her traits, like the Fate Dreamer, seemed like empty titles.

Her once-prized Divine Eyes, the golden irises that drew so many admirers, felt like mere decoration—enhancing her beauty but serving no higher purpose.

She had nothing to show for her supposed greatness, and it stung her deeply.

Pyris had been endlessly supportive. He always encouraged her to be patient, reminding her that everyone's growth took its own time. He had even provided her with countless rare and expensive practice resources, spending hours training with her, but nothing seemed to change.

Every training session ended with the same disappointment—no progress, no new abilities.

"You need to trust in yourself, Alexa," Pyris had said, his voice calm but firm. They had been training on the grounds, her golden light flickering faintly in her palm. "These things take time. Everyone's growth happens differently."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Alexa had nodded then, trying to believe him. But doubt gnawed at her. The gap between her and the others was widening, and she couldn't help but feel like she was being left behind. Pyris continued to support her, always offering his words of encouragement, but the frustration never went away.

"What if this is all I am?" she whispered in the solitude of her room, her voice tinged with a deep sadness.

She looked over at the glowing crystals Pyris had gifted her to aid in her practice, but even their brilliance seemed to mock her. Desperace, that deep-seated desperation for power, curled around her heart like an iron chain, tightening with every passing day.

As the night deepened, Alexa finally slipped under her covers, her body weary but her mind restless. The frustration and longing boiled within her, making sleep elusive.

But as her mind slowly drifted into the fog of unconsciousness, something began to stir within her.

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Alexa lay in her bed, her body suddenly gripped by a strange tension. Her breaths grew shallow, her face scrunched with worry as the scene unfolded in her dream.

Dark figures moved swiftly through a hallway—shadows, cloaked and silent, their presence cold and menacing. They moved with precision, like predators stalking prey. Alexa's heart pounded as she recognized where they were.

It was the Obsidian Entertainment offices. A place she had visited at times with Pyris.

Then she saw her—Emilia, Pyris's trusted advisor and strategist. Emilia was walking through the hallways, unaware of the looming danger.

"No, Emilia!" Alexa tried to shout, but her voice was muted, trapped within the confines of her dream.

The dark-clothed entities moved quickly, surrounding Emilia in moments. One of them struck her down swiftly, cruelly, without hesitation. The strike was vicious, precise. Emilia fell to the floor, blood pooling around her as the assassins melted back into the shadows.

Alexa watched in horror, powerless to stop it. Her body tensed as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She didn't know what led to this brutal murder, but she could sense with chilling certainty that it would happen soon.

She screamed in her dream, but no sound came out. Her body convulsed in agony as her mind was forced to witness the grisly scene play out before her. Then, just as quickly as it began, the vision faded.

But the horror wasn't over.

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The Second Dream

Another scene began to manifest, darker and more terrifying than the first. Alexa found herself standing in a room she recognized—Pyris's office. But what she saw was a nightmare.

Pyris lay on the floor, his body bruised and battered, his face twisted in pain. Above him, a powerful woman stood, her beauty otherworldly yet cruel.

Her long, silver hair flowed down her back, glowing faintly in the dim light, her being radianting with power. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, gleamed with amusement as she crouched down next to Pyris, her hand trailing along his skin before cutting into it, flesh by flesh.

"You refuse to yield, I see," the woman's voice was a cold, mocking whisper. "Hehehe~ as expected of you, an Obsidian!" she giggled, her cruel amusement growing as Pyris remained silent.

Alexa's body trembled. Pyris's face was contorted in agony, but no sound escaped his lips. He was holding onto something—his will, his resolve, despite the torment.

"I'll never give in," Pyris spat, his voice weak but filled with determination. "But... if you spare them, if you leave them alone... I'll give you what you want." Stay updated through empire

The woman's eyes gleamed with interest. "Bargaining, are we? How quaint," she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "But who told you I make bargains?"

She punched Pyris hard in the chest, her strength causing him to gasp in pain. But his resolve didn't falter.

"I can give you what you want," he groaned, forcing the words out between gritted teeth. His eyes burned with defiance, even as he lay broken on the floor.

The woman's laughter echoed in the room. "I like that about you," she said, her voice dripping with cruel admiration. "Even when you're facing death, you hold yourself with such pride."

She stood over him, her presence looming. "Very well. I give you my word," she said, her smile widening. "Now, give me what I want."

Pyris closed his eyes, his body shuddering. Slowly, he reached out into the space around him, pulling at something unseen. The woman's eyes sparkled with victory as she watched him.

"PYRIS!!!"

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Alexa woke up with a violent gasp, her body drenched in sweat, her chest heaving. She shot up in her bed, her golden hair clinging to her damp skin, her breathing ragged. Her hands trembled as she gripped the sheets tightly, her mind reeling from the vividness of the dreams.

Her face was pale, her usually bright golden eyes now wide with terror. The images of Emilia's death, the torment of Pyris—everything replayed in her mind like a haunting echo.

Without hesitation, she grabbed her phone and dialed Pyris's number.

"Pyris!" she almost shouted when he picked up. "I'm coming over. Now."

She hung up before he could ask any questions, her body moving on instinct. She threw on her clothes hastily, her heart racing as she bolted out of her room and into the night.

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In the dark corners of her mind, the visions of Emilia's murder played on repeat. The dark-clothed entities, their faces hidden beneath thick hoods, had moved with terrifying precision. Their presence was cold, merciless.

As they surrounded Emilia, their blades glistened under the dim light, cutting through the silence before they tore into her flesh. The way they moved, how they struck—all too quick, all too efficient.

They were trained killers, sent with one purpose.

The final image of Emilia's lifeless body, drenched in her own blood, was seared into Alexa's mind. She couldn't let it happen. She wouldn't let it happen.

As she ran through the night, her thoughts still raced. The woman—the one who tormented Pyris in her dream—had been beautiful, almost otherworldly, but there was something deadly beneath that beauty.

Her skin was flawless, her eyes sharp as daggers, and her lips curved into a cruel smile. Her presence was overpowering, like an immortal standing above all others, and yet, Alexa couldn't place who or what she was.

But one thing was clear—something terrible was coming. And Alexa's powers, the ones she had long thought dormant, were finally beginning to awaken.

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Will soon fate stop smiling at him?