Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!-Chapter 364: The Grand Deception

Hidden in the darkness, Veyna’s breath hitched as her eyes widened, watching the events unfold before her. This was far beyond what she had anticipated. Silent Night, one of Drakos’ most trusted operatives, was supposed to be dead by now, her body nothing but a smoldering heap. And yet…

Everything was going horribly wrong.

Her fingers twitched as she discreetly reached into her coat, pulling out a small, enchanted communication crystal. She pressed it between her fingers, attempting to send a distress call to Dracula. But—

Nothing.

The crystal remained dark, inert.

Her heart pounded. For the first time after so long in centuries, a cold wave of fear crept into her veins.

This space—was cut off.

Isolated.

Completely severed from the outside world.

Her gaze snapped back to the scene below, her mind racing. Who—? How? She gritted her teeth, trying to control her rising panic. This wasn’t a simple fight. Someone—no, Pyris—had made sure no word of this battle would ever reach the outside world. This was a statement. A move on the board.

And she had just walked right into it.

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Far above, perched within the shadows of a towering building, a figure leaned against a window frame. The city lights flickered across her eyes, reflecting a quiet amusement. Space Dragon. A smirk curled on her lips as she folded her arms.

"Just as I expected," she murmured, her voice carrying the warmth of familiarity and the weight of intrigue. "We meet again, young noble Pyris. And you’re stronger..."

Her smirk deepened. "A fine man who defends the pride of a dragon, regardless of whether it’s an enemy or not." The wind carried her whisper into the night, unheard by anyone but the heavens.

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[Ding!]

[Mission Completed: Earn the heroic recognition of a hidden Empire guard.]

[Rewards: Influence Points Unlocked—1000 IP Earned!]

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Across the city, in the comfort of his private quarters, Pyris sat back in his chair, a smirk playing at his lips.

"Finish everything, Song.".The command was final.

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In the dark alley, ’Pyris’ tilted his head, processing the order..A slow, deliberate grin formed.

Yeah. This was Song. Pyris was nowhere near this place—but the performance had to be flawless. Before the remaining assassin could even react, Song struck.

A blur of motion—

A single breath—

And Blood Burn Fiend was in the air. Song’s fingers clamped around his throat, lifting him effortlessly, as if he weighed nothing at all. The vampire’s body spasmed, his hands clawing at the grip around his neck. His eyes bulged in shock—he hadn’t even sensed Song move.

A flick of the wrist.

A single throw.

And the vampire was sent rocketing toward the sky. At the peak of his ascent, the very fabric of space trembled—a portal tearing open.

From within, Aurelia stepped forward.

No—not Aurelia.

Shez, disguised as Aurelia. Her hand caught Blood Burn Fiend mid-air, halting his trajectory as if he were a mere insect.

The vampire’s red eyes widened in horror.

The portal snapped shut.

And just like that—he was gone.

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The alley fell into an eerie silence.

A silence that spoke volumes.

A silence that served a single purpose.

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This wasn’t just about eliminating a threat—this was about making a statement... a performance.

For Space Dragon.

For the unseen eyes in the shadows.

And most importantly, for the system’s ever-expanding grand design.

Pyris had played his hand well. Not only did he now have two of Dracula’s men under his control, but he had secured the unwavering debt of Silent Night. And, more importantly—he had caught the attention of Space Dragon.

It had worked. Again.

Song smirked, his job completed.

Now, it was time for the real fun.

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This entire night had been Pyris’ stage.

This entire spectacle was a carefully orchestrated performance—a play Pyris had set in motion, a bait cast into the vast unknown to lure in a specific presence. Space Dragon.

He wanted her to see this. To take note. To recognize.

Although the royal family and House Obsidian were now at a crossroads, Pyris was making a statement. A reminder to those watching from the shadows that no matter what political disputes or internal conflicts arose, a noble dragon remained a noble dragon. And noble dragons—true noble dragons—did not sit idly by while outsiders trampled on their own. Explore more at novelbuddy

It didn’t matter that Silent Night worked for the Dragon Emperor. It didn’t matter that she had likely schemed against him in the past. What mattered was who she was—what she represented. She was a dragon of noble blood, and these vampires had dared to lay their hands on her. That, to Pyris, was unacceptable.

And that was exactly what he wanted Space Dragon to see.

The system had pointed her out—marked her. Pyris didn’t know her full depth, her true purpose in the grand scheme of things, but one thing was becoming clear: she was a piece he needed. A piece he couldn’t ignore.

He had the means to force her hand. He could have used the Eternal’s Seal, his most terrifying ability—the power to enslave even the strongest of beings. But as the system guided him to this approach to the path of getting her—than outright telling him to put a seal on her but to instead draw her in—a realization dawned on him. Even that power… might not work on her. Why? He didn’t know but he knew he was right on his money. He might not be able to force her into working for him through the Seal or other enslavement abilities.

And so, he chose a different path. Not domination. Not coercion. But something far more dangerous.

The long game. The direct approach. And Pyris was a dragon of the most powerful heritages. His true nature as hunter couldn’t be more piqued when it came to mysterious women. Women of power who he needed to be in his ranks.

Lady Nysa, Zara, Astrid, his mother, Moonveil, his teacher, no, both his teachers, even Anastasia. They were all wrapped in mysterious veils he wished to unravel to reach their very core and Space Dragon had been added to this list and he knew what he needed to do.

Because at the end of the day, dragons respected strength, but they revered honor.

And what better way to charm a lady dragon than this?