Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!-Chapter 413: Zaryana’s Realm and Authority

Lilith’s laugh was soft, but it sent tremors through entire realities. She turned her gaze to the Endless, the playfulness in her expression giving way to something colder, something sharper.

"...were you really going to annihilate the Mortal Realm through Moon?"

The question did not merely hang in the air—it cracked through existence like a silent scream. The other Endless did not flinch. They did not need to.

The weight of their power pressed against the fabric of creation itself. Stars—whole galaxies—shuddered in the distance.

Then, a smirk.

"Would it have mattered?" The cosmos itself seemed to pause.

Lilith’s smile returned—this time, slower, heavier.

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Far from the quiet reverence of the Eternal Beyond, in a realm that pulsed with the dark rhythm of chaos and indulgence, a throne towered over an entire kingdom of madness.

This was not a solemn palace.

It seemed like a temple of unhinged pleasure and warfare, where lightning clashed with blood-red rain, and music from no instrument played over the screams of the damned and the moans of the victorious.

Zaryana’s realm.

A wine goblet floated lazily in the air beside her, its deep crimson contents swirling with a glint of something ancient—something that shimmered like starlight trapped in blood. Her fingers moved with elegant boredom, plucking glowing, flaming shards of what disturbingly resembled crystallized soul matter and tossing them into her mouth like popcorn. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Today, for once, her throne and realm weren’t bathed in mystery.

Like the mists had parted to reveal the obscures she’d created around her realm.

And what was revealed... was colossal.

Zaryana’s throne wasn’t a seat—it was a cosmic monument, carved from what looked like the fossilized bones of extinct celestial beasts, wrapped in silken shadows that moved like whispers. The floor beneath her looked like it would shift with the colors of a dying nebula, like each step would echo across the ages.

The skies above her domain cracked with lightning formed from broken laws of reality, flashing deep purples, burning pinks, and absolute black.

Her palace—a labyrinthine spire floating in the middle of an inverted galaxy—hung suspended over the Maw of Uncreation, where time forgot to flow and gods feared to look.

She ruled from here. And she waited.

A massive screen hovered before her, showing Pyris—still seated beside Alexa, still trying to make sense of the madness twisting around his existence.

Zaryana rested her cheek against her knuckles, eyes half-lidded. She sighed. She snorted. "Still not Rank 18? C’mon, babe, I’ve seen snails move faster through apocalypses."

"It’s taking so long," she muttered, tone dripping with impatience. Her voice, sultry and ageless, echoed across her realm like a lullaby laced with venom. "I didn’t sign up to watch this soft-boy arc for two damn seasons."

She kicked her leg idly, bouncing her knee as her gaze narrowed.

"Fate’s takin’ too long." Her voice carried a cruel edge, even in its boredom. "Sending those stupid little symbiotes like errand boys who call themselves ’minions’... ugh. I was hoping to see Fate get pissed and start throwing the real children into the pit."

She tilted her head to the side, eyes gleaming.

"But now that Fate knows Pyris can tear through those weaklings like cheap paper? Oh, it’ll have to dig deeper. Start sending its chosen. Maybe even..." She licked her lips looking at someone.

"...her."

A laugh burst from her, wild and uncontainable, shaking the palace itself. Her hounds howled in unison, sensing their mistress’s rising mood.

"Heavens, I wanna see it. I wanna see him break them." She tossed three snacks into her mouth and leaned forward, eyes wide like a child watching her favorite gladiator enter the coliseum.

Fate, the old manipulative bastard, was finally hesitating.

Because now? Now it knew—Pyris could shred its pathetic minions without effort.

So it would escalate.

It would send its pieces, its children, its chosen. The pawns would evolve into bishops and knights—and Zaryana? She was here for it.

She leaned forward, eyes glowing like pink nova flares.

"Yes... that’s what I’m waiting for," she purred, a slow grin curling across her lips. "I want to see him crush and conquer them as his own."

At that, she laughed—hard.

A full-throated, wicked laugh that rolled across the realm, causing stars in the distance to shudder and wilt from the sound alone. She threw her head back, flicking a clawed finger and refilling her goblet mid-cackle.

Snacks rained from her hand like embers, hitting the ground and vanishing into smoke.

And still, she laughed.

This was getting good.

Finally.

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Back in the mortal realm, Pyris exhaled and finally tore his gaze away from Alexa—his sleeping starlight—and looked at the glowing screen that had quietly waited for him to return.

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[Ding!] You are at the peak of Rank 17.

[Ding!] You have devoured and tasted Fate itself. Your hunger for Fate grows stronger. You are becoming a Devourer.]

[Ding!] Passive ability: Essence Devourer has been consumed and upgraded.]

[Ding!] New power unlocked: Existence Devourer]

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Pyris stared at the screen.

No words came.

His entire body still felt weak, echoing the strain of the dream—but beneath that, something new stirred.

It wasn’t power.

It was potential.

Unwritten, unbounded, uncontrollable.

A hunger that didn’t end with victory—it grew with it.

Existence Devourer.

A title with no description. Not because it was hidden—but because even the system didn’t dare explain it yet. He clenched his fist. The energy pulsing in his veins wasn’t just Omni. It was something colder. Older.

He was at the edge—the brink between what the mortal realm could understand and the thresholds of the Hidden Realms.

One more push.

Rank 18. 19. 20!

And then—everything would change.

These ranks weren’t just rare—they were forbidden. Hidden away by the gods themselves, sealed behind divine barriers and ancient laws no mortal was ever meant to touch. The very concept of Rank 20 and beyond had been erased from most knowledge, dismissed as myths or delusions.

Only whispers remained in the cracks of the mortal realm, known to a chosen few... and Pyris was one of them.

He knew of them only thanks to Goddess Lilith—but knowing was one thing. Touching those realms of power? That was another beast entirely. The leap wasn’t just difficult—it was dangerous. World-breaking.

Game-changing.

Because once he stepped into that realm, there would be no turning back.

No ceiling.

No one to stop him.

And no god ready for what came next.

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