Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Back in the Obsidian Tower, Pyris, now seated on the edge of his desk, carefully folded the invitation and slipped it back into its envelope. Alexa stood next to him, her expression concerned but supportive.

"So, what's the plan?" she asked.

Pyris's eyes darkened, a cold determination settling over him. "I'm going to accept their invitation."

Alexa frowned. "Are you sure? It's obviously a trap."

"I know," Pyris replied, his voice steady. "But this is an opportunity. They think they can manipulate me, but they don't realize who they're dealing with."

"You'll be walking into the lion's den," Alexa warned. "Or in this case, the dragon's lair."

Pyris smirked, his confidence unwavering. "And they'll be inviting a wolf into a house of sheep."

As Alexa nodded, he could mimick a voice echoed in Pyris's mind—the voice of Petne Chaos, the shadowy part of himself that thrived in darkness. "Let them try. We're more than ready."

With a final glance at the invitation, Pyris knew the game had begun. The Valyrians were playing a dangerous hand, but so was he.

And in the end, only one would walk away unscathed

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The skies were painted with shades of dark purple and midnight blue as Pyris made his way to the Obsidian family mansion. It was a place of power and legacy, where countless generations of his family had resided, each leaving behind their indelible mark on the world of Argos.

Tonight, the mansion was quiet, save for the flicker of candles glowing through the windows. His mother, Emberly Obsidian, had been staying here with his eldest sister, Anastasia.

The weight of the upcoming Valyrian party lingered on his mind. Seraphina Valyrian, the youngest princess of the Dragon Empire, was at the center of this honey trap—designed not to kill him but to entangle him in something far more insidious.

The plan was clear. The Valyrians sought to bind him into something he wouldn't be able to escape from, and Seraphina was the key to it all. The day was fast approaching, and Pyris knew he couldn't face this alone.

His thoughts, however, had been clouded by more than just political maneuvering. For weeks, he had felt something gripping his progress, as if an invisible force held him back. No matter how many mana cores he devoured or how much he cultivated, he couldn't break through to the next rank.

His progress had stalled at Rank 9, while those around him advanced rapidly. Even Alexa, who had grown to Rank 10, was surpassing him, and Alera's army continued to expand in strength.

It was Lia, the system spirit that had guided him through his awakening as a Golden Dragon, who had suggested seeking counsel from his mother. As an experienced dragoness, Emberly might have the wisdom he needed to solve this puzzle.

When Pyris entered the mansion, Anastasia greeted him warmly. They exchanged a few words before she excused herself, sensing that his visit was of a more serious nature. He found his mother in her study, where the air was thick with magical energy.

Emberly looked up from her work as he approached.

"Pyris," Emberly greeted him, a small smile gracing her lips. "I can imagine," Emberly said, studying her son with keen eyes. "From what I've heard, you've been navigating quite a storm."

Pyris nodded, then explained everything—the situation with Sly Mines, the upcoming trap set by the Valyrian family, and the way his progress had been stalling. He filled her in on all the recent events, not sparing a single detail.

Emberly listened patiently, her face a mask of calm as she took it all in.

After a long pause, Emberly stood up and motioned for Pyris to follow her. She led him to a more secluded room deep within the mansion, a place few knew about. It was a chamber lined with ancient tomes and dragon relics, humming with a low, pulsating energy.

Once inside, Emberly turned to face her son, her expression contemplative. "So that's that," she finally said, her voice carrying a weight of understanding. "Your progress has been halted, and you believe it's connected to your Golden Dragon heritage and Lust Dragon bloodline?"

Pyris nodded, a hint of frustration flickering in his eyes. "I suggested that you might have answers. You're an experienced dragon. Maybe you can help me figure out what's holding me back."

Emberly took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing slightly as she considered the problem. "I think I know what's going on, Pyris. But before I explain, you need to understand something about our bloodline—about both aspects of it."

She moved closer, placing her hands on his shoulders, her gaze intense. "Your Lust Dragon bloodline is powerful, perhaps even more so than you realize. I think Lust Dragons don't merely feed on physical desires; they feed on emotional and spiritual connections. The more you strengthen those bonds, the more power you can draw from them. But there's a balance to be maintained.

If your relationships with the people you care about aren't in harmony, if there are unresolved conflicts, that can create blockages in your energy flow. It weakens you, preventing you from accessing your full potential."

Pyris's brow furrowed. "You think I have unresolved conflicts in my relationships?"

Emberly shook her head. "Not necessarily conflicts. But the people in your life—Alexa, Alera, Anastasia, and even me—our connection to you, our influence on your emotions, could be affecting your growth. The Lust Dragon bloodline feeds on more than just lust—it feeds on intimacy, trust, and deep emotional bonds.

If there's tension or unspoken feelings between you and those close to you, it creates a sort of 'drag' on your energy. You need to resolve those connections if you want to move forward."

Pyris took a deep breath, absorbing her words. "And what about the Golden Dragon heritage? How does that tie into this?"

Emberly's expression softened. "The Golden Dragon heritage is different. It's a bloodline of creation, divine power, and ultimate control over the energy of the godly realm. The issue here is that your Golden Dragon bloodline demands perfect balance. If there's any disharmony within your soul or body, it becomes harder to progress.

The Golden Dragon heritage amplifies everything—your strengths and your weaknesses. Right now, your Lust Dragon bloodline is creating a subtle dissonance within you, which is why you're stuck."

Pyris nodded slowly, understanding the implications. "So, I need to bring balance to both sides of my heritage?"

"Yes," Emberly confirmed. "You've gained tremendous power from both the Lust Dragon and the Golden Dragon aspects of yourself, but they're clashing in ways you haven't fully realized. Your lust powers feed on emotions and bonds, but your Golden Dragon bloodline seeks purity and order. Until you bring those two sides into harmony, you'll be stuck."

Pyris clenched his fists, the weight of his halted progress pressing down on him. "So how do I fix this?"

Emberly smiled gently, placing a hand on his cheek. "It's not something you can fix overnight. You need to examine the relationships in your life. Who do you care about most? What bonds are strengthening you, and what bonds are holding you back? You've built connections, but some of them might not be as clear or resolved as you think.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Focus on those relationships. Strengthen the ones that bring you balance. Resolve the ones that create conflict. Only then will both sides of your heritage find alignment."

Pyris exhaled, the clarity slowly settling in. "So, it's not just about power. It's about balance."

"Exactly," Emberly said. "Power means nothing if it's not in harmony. You've become strong, Pyris, but strength without balance will only hold you back."

For a moment, Pyris stood there, absorbing everything his mother had said. It made sense. He had focused so much on gaining power—through training, through cultivation, and through his connections—that he hadn't stopped to consider the impact of those relationships on his very essence.

His connection to Alexa, Alera, Anastasia, and even his mother—they were all part of the intricate web that shaped his Lust Dragon powers.

"I'll do it," Pyris said finally. "I'll focus on bringing balance to my life, to my relationships."

Emberly smiled, her hand resting on his cheek. "Good. And remember, I'm always here if you need help. You're not facing this alone."

Pyris nodded, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. He now had a path forward, one that wasn't just about acquiring more power but about finding the harmony between his dragon bloodlines.