Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!-Chapter 365: Twists

Moments Ago…

After Pyris left his mana pool, where he had spent an unknown yet significant amount of time, he made a startling discovery—time within the mana pool flowed differently. The world outside seemed to remain nearly still while he was inside, as if the passage of time paused or slowed to an unmeasurable degree. It was a phenomenon he had never deeply considered before, and he blamed himself for not conducting enough research. That needed to change.

Still, for now, he had other matters to attend to.

After returning from the depths of his own existence, his gaze instinctively fell on Ruin, resting in a corner of the room. The creature looked as docile as ever, nestled in tranquility, yet Pyris knew better. He had recently discovered that Ruin could retreat into his mana pool to recover its energy whenever it had exhausted too much of its strength. A self-regenerating force. A terrifying, unfathomable existence disguised as something harmless.

"Well, it’s Ruin. One should the unexpect to expectations when it came to Ruin—that’s what I should tell myself!" Shaking off his thoughts, Pyris entered the bathroom, stripping away the last remnants of his exhaustion beneath the cascading warm water. That was when Song’s transmission arrived.

From the shadows of Obsidian Hotel, Song had been gathering intelligence, listening in on the murmurs of nobles and royals alike. But what he had uncovered… was something far more sinister.

Dracula’s twisted manipulation.

The moment Veyna and the other vampire nobles began whispering carefully crafted rumors, Song had seen through the entire scheme. The rumors were no accident. They were bait. A carefully laid trap, designed to lure a single person in—Silent Night. Explore new worlds at novelbuddy

Even more concerning? Veyna had direct communication with Dracula.

That alone sent alarms ringing in Pyris’s mind. For her to send messages to the Vampire Emperor in such a discreet and deliberate manner meant one thing—she wasn’t just some noble countess. There was more to her than she let on.

And then there was Silent Night.

At first, Pyris had no reason to care about her. He didn’t know her, didn’t owe her anything. She was a shadow in the grander game of power, and her fate was of no consequence to him.

But Song… Song disagreed.

"She’s unique," Song had told him. "If you can, if the chance presents itself—save her. You might not understand now, but it will be worth it."

He agreed with Song, since he was far to use his appraisal on her and her indetity as one of Silent Army, he had assumed she wasn’t that much of a useful character in his grand games if he had plans to get the leader of Silent Army themselves.

But since Song felt otherwise, he will humour her, but...

That meant stepping into Dracula’s plans. That meant interfering in something designed to be unseen. And that, more than anything, made Pyris smirk.

Because what better way to disrupt the plans of a creature like Dracula… than to ruin them entirely? But Pyris hesitated. Stepping into Dracula’s schemes wasn’t something he needed to do. He wasn’t a hero. He had no obligation to save Silent Night.

But then—

[Ding! New Mission Issued: Earn the Recognition of Space Dragon!]

The moment the system’s notification flashed, everything clicked.

Pyris immediately realized that Silent Night wasn’t alone. She was being watched. Protected. Not directly—no, if Space Dragon had wanted to save her, she would have already intervened. But she hadn’t. Why?

Pyris didn’t know much about Space Dragon, but what he did know was this: she was terrifyingly powerful.

And she was waiting.

That’s when Pyris understood—he could turn this entire situation into an opportunity. Not only could he earn Space Dragon’s recognition, but he could also secure Silent Night’s loyalty. And… perhaps even flip one of Dracula’s trusted men into his own ranks.

Three birds. One fucking stone.

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After throwing Blood Burn Fiend into the portal where Shez, disguised as Aurelia, awaited him, Song—still disguised as Pyris—slowly turned his gaze toward a hidden corner in the darkness.

Veyna’s heart skipped a beat.

She had been watching, hiding in the shadows, trying to assess the situation. But the moment ’Pyris’ turned his golden eyes toward her, a chill ran down her spine.

"You will remember this day, Vampire," his voice echoed through the alley, sharp and commanding. "No one plays with dragons. We might be in a dirty war with the royal family, but that doesn’t mean we will let anyone trample over us."

With that—he vanished.

Veyna barely had time to react before—

"Sleep well."

The whisper came from behind her.

Before she could even turn, Song struck.

Her body collapsed.

Another portal ripped open, and stepping through was yet another phantom—this time, disguised as Anastasia. Without hesitation, she took Veyna’s unconscious form and disappeared.

The alley fell into silence.

Song turned to Silent Night.

Pyris was playing this to perfection.

By using his Phantoms to disguise as his siblings, he was crafting an unshakable illusion. Not even Space Dragon could see through it. To her, it would appear as though House Obsidian itself had stepped forward to defend another dragon.

Not through proxies.

Not through hired hands.

But through the three Obsidian siblings themselves.

And Space Dragon was eating it up.

Silent Night’s body lay motionless on the ruined ground, scorched and battered. Her breathing was shallow, strained. Even though the healing pill had stabilized her condition, her wounds were far from healed.

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In an instant, Song vanished from where he stood—his body blurring like a specter as he reappeared beside her.

He crouched, silent, fluid.

Then, with practiced ease, he slipped an arm behind her back and gently lifted her upright.

"It’s fine now. You’re safe."

His voice was low, soothing. A carefully crafted warmth laced his tone. As if to seal the reassurance, his fingers lightly stroked through her silken black hair.

Silent Night stiffened.

Heat rushed to her face, a deep blush creeping up her neck.

Her heart pounded.

This—this was Lord Pyris?

She couldn’t even look at him directly.

The legends of his charm, his overwhelming presence—she had heard them all. But feeling it this close? It was intoxicating. Even in her weakened state, the aura around him was irresistible. He wasn’t just powerful—he was effortlessly magnetic.

And yet—it wasn’t really him.

Song’s disguise was flawless.

Every detail—perfect. Even the subtle, almost unconscious charm that made Pyris so dangerous. And yet this disguise was nothing compared to the real Pyris.

And Silent Night was falling for it. Could she handle the real deal?

"I don’t know who you are," Song continued, his voice carrying the perfect balance of curiosity and authority, "but it’s safe now. The vampires won’t be a problem." His golden eyes darkened, a dangerous glint flashing in them.

"I figured… since three of them came after you, you must be important in the Dragon Imperial Court. And I couldn’t just sit back and watch while those vermin stepped on us." A wave of killing intent burst from him—raw, suffocating.

The air cracked.

Silent Night’s breath hitched.

Her instincts screamed.

For a brief moment, she felt like her very existence was being crushed. Then, just as suddenly, the pressure vanished.

Song exhaled, shaking his head. "Oh, sorry—I nearly lost control." He let out a bitter chuckle. "It’s just…" He clenched his fist, his expression tightening. "I hate that we’re in this situation."

His gaze lifted, piercing and unwavering.

"Most empires think we dragons are divided. That they can do whatever they want to us. The audacity. If only we were united, we could remind them what it means to be a dragon." His voice was cold, sharp, unyielding.

Then, after a pause—a shift.

The faintest smirk played at his lips. "But regardless of our separation… We Obsidians will not sit back and watch a dragon be walked on by outsiders." His golden eyes burned.

Silent Night felt something stir deep inside her.

She wasn’t sure if it was fear… or something else entirely.