Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver glow over the vast wilderness of The Grove, a sacred forest that had always been a proving ground for Pyris Obsidian. The trees stretched tall and wide, their ancient roots winding deep into the earth, the foliage thick with mystical energy.

The air buzzed with the presence of powerful beasts, their shadows lurking between the massive trunks.

This was not the first time Pyris had ventured into the Grove. But tonight, it felt different. He had broken the shackles that had held him back, finally embracing the full extent of his power. His Lust Dragon bloodline, his Golden Dragon heritage, and the Goddess's blessings now existed in harmony within him, fueling his strength.

His aura radiated with divine energy, pulsating as he walked deeper into the heart of the Grove.

A surge of excitement coursed through Pyris as he sought out the creatures that called this place home. Tonight, he would test his newly unleashed powers.

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The ground trembled beneath his feet as Pyris entered a clearing, sensing the first beast nearby. A massive creature, a Stone Golem, emerged from the trees. Its body was formed entirely of rock and sand, towering over Pyris with a deep growl rumbling from its chest.

Without hesitation, the golem charged, each step shaking the earth as it approached.

Pyris narrowed his eyes and smirked, his body humming with energy. With a mere thought, he activated his superspeed. The world around him blurred as he moved faster than the eye could follow, his form vanishing in a flash. He appeared behind the golem, his movements almost effortless now.

"Let's see how you handle this…"

He raised his hand, and the ground beneath the golem rippled. His mastery over the sand element took hold as the ground transformed into a swirling vortex of sand, trapping the creature's massive legs and immobilizing it.

The golem roared, struggling to break free, but Pyris wasn't done. He sent a wave of sand upward, burying the creature's body up to its chest. With a quick flick of his hand, he solidified the sand, trapping the beast in an immovable prison.

Before it could react, Pyris blurred forward again with superspeed, delivering a powerful strike to its head with his fist. The golden aura surrounding him flared, and the golem's stone body cracked under the force of his blow. Within moments, the creature crumbled to pieces, disappearing into the ground.

"Too easy." Pyris stepped back, his breathing steady as he watched the sand settle back into place.

The Grove was not done with him yet, as he ventured deeper, the air grew colder, darker, as if the very shadows were alive. Pyris felt a presence nearby, and from the darkness emerged a Shadow Stalker, a creature known for its ability to blend into the shadows and strike from the unseen.

A flicker of movement. The creature lunged from the darkness, its claws sharp and dripping with a deadly poison. But Pyris was faster. With a mere thought, he activated his space element, warping reality around him. The world seemed to twist, and in an instant, Pyris disappeared, teleporting several meters away.

The Shadow Stalker's claws slashed through the air where he had been standing, missing their mark.

"I see you, even in the dark." Pyris smirked, his eyes glowing with the power of his darkness element. He allowed the shadows around him to twist and merge with his form, becoming one with the darkness itself.

The Stalker hissed, confused, as Pyris vanished into the shadows, completely hidden from sight. Then, without warning, Pyris reappeared behind it, emerging from the darkness with a blade of void energy in his hand. He plunged the blade into the creature's back, the shadows around it swirling and engulfing its form.

The Shadow Stalker let out a low growl before dissolving into nothingness, consumed by the very darkness it had tried to use against him.

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As the night grew deeper, Pyris felt the presence of yet another powerful beast. This one was unlike the others—a Chrono Serpent, an ancient creature that had the ability to manipulate time itself, a Rank 8 beast.

The ground cracked beneath its slithering form, and the air around it shimmered as time seemed to warp and bend.

The serpent hissed, its glowing eyes locking onto Pyris as it tried to freeze him in a bubble of distorted time. The world around him slowed, the leaves falling from the trees in slow motion, the wind barely moving.

But Pyris was ready.

With a thought, he activated his time element, breaking free of the serpent's time manipulation. His form shimmered, and he moved freely through the slowed world, unhindered by the serpent's power.

"Two can play at that game," Pyris muttered under his breath.

The serpent lunged, its mouth wide open to strike, but Pyris raised his hand, summoning his death element. A cold, eerie aura surrounded him as his hand glowed with necrotic energy. With a single motion, he unleashed a wave of death energy toward the serpent, causing its movements to falter.

Time seemed to speed up as the serpent's body decayed rapidly, its form withering and crumbling to dust before it could even reach him.

The air crackled with residual energy as the serpent's remains disappeared into the ether, leaving Pyris standing victorious once more.

Satisfied with his victories, Pyris began to search for a place to rest, his body swelling with power from the essense he had collected from the beasts.

He wandered through the Grove, the thrill of battle still fresh in his mind. His powers had reached new heights, and the synergy between his elements was flawless. He could feel the energy coursing through him, boundless and untamed.

As he prepared to set up camp, his ears suddenly perked up. A soft sound carried through the night—a sound that didn't belong to the Grove's usual ambiance. It was the gentle rush of water, followed by something else, something more subtle.

The sound of someone bathing.

Pyris narrowed his eyes, his heightened senses guiding him toward the source. He moved through the trees silently, his footsteps barely making a sound as he approached a small, hidden waterfall nestled deep within the forest.

The moonlight shimmered off the flowing water, casting silver reflections across the rocks.

There, in the center of the waterfall, stood a figure—slender and graceful.

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Do you guys want a picture of the bathing beauty in the next chapter?