Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!-Chapter 423: Corrupted Lust: Rejected!

Vol 3: Corrupted Lust: Against Gods & Ascension to Inevitability!

First Arc: The Mortal Realm and Hidden Realms!

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Ruin blinked once, slow and deliberate.

And nodded.

With that, the goddess smiled gently.

Her mana body began to break apart—first her fingertips, then her arms, her shoulders, her form dissolving into shimmering fragments of divine energy. No farewell, no fanfare. Only stillness. Only certainty.

She vanished like starlight fading into dawn.

And the mana sea around them pulsed once, as if the world had exhaled.

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[Ding! You’ve absorbed the Ichor of Endless Lust!>

You’re becoming an Embodiment of Lust!

Warning: Existence Embodiment Rejection Detected—

Embodiment: Lust.

There already exists a Endless Entity governing Lust within the structure of Existence. Direct ascension as a full Embodiment of Lust has been denied.

Evaluating Soul Reaction... Unique Adaptation Initiated.

You have become a Corruption of Lust.

Wrath from Balance and Order has been triggered...

Override detected.

Aura of an two Endlesses identified.

Recognition granted by the Endlesses.

Judgment of Balance nullified!]

[Ultimatum: You have been accepted into the fold of the Endlesses, bypassing Divine Law.

[Status: You have become a Partial Embodiment of Lust.

All previous active and passive Lust Abilities have merged and fused into your essence. They are now inherent—a permanent extension of your being. Activation no longer required.]

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Pyris slowly stirred, the aftermath of the ichor still pulsing through his veins like molten gold wrapped in velvet sin. He didn’t open his eyes right away. He felt it before he understood it—how different everything was.

His body had always carried the touch of charm, the taste of seduction. He’d been able to activate his Lust abilities when needed, drawing power from desire, temptation, emotional tension, and raw passion. Some were subtle, like the way his voice softened hearts. Others were dangerous, bending will, igniting hunger.

But now...

There was no switch to flip.

Lust was not an ability. Not a spell. Not a technique.

It was him.

A passive force, constant as breath. His steps now carried allure. His voice dripped with intent without trying. His aura brushed across reality like a seductive ripple, stirring interest, emotion, and curiosity whether he wanted it or not.

And yet—he was not afraid.

Because real Lust wasn’t chaos.

It wasn’t about breaking minds or enslaving bodies. It was never meant to reduce others to mindless creatures of heat. It was about connection. Temptation. The dance between want and restraint. Intimacy balanced on the edge of power.

And Pyris—though changed—still held that control. His will remained sovereign over the force now woven into his soul.

Even with all his Lust-based skills now fully passive, their intensity folded back into him like a storm hidden in a calm sky.

And deeper still, something ancient stirred.

The aura of an Endless still cloaked him like a crown made of shadows and light.

Balance had not punished him.

Order had not struck.

Because the Endlesses had seen him.

And they had recognized him.

Not as a divine usurper.

But as one of their own.

[You have acquired new abilities: Lust Absorption | Lust Embodiment]

The message didn’t come with a mechanical chime or a system alert this time. No flashy notifications, no neatly categorized stats.

It arrived differently—like a memory he’d always had but never accessed, suddenly unlocked and flooding his mind like a tidal wave crashing through a sealed vault.

He staggered, breath catching, as the knowledge poured in.

Lust Absorption.

He could feel it now—not just see it or sense it, but experience it. The way lust drifted in the air around him like invisible threads of heat and emotion. A whisper from a crowd beyond his bedroom. A fleeting glance. A forbidden thought buried beneath polite smiles. All of it... he could absorb.

It was Endless.

Not a metaphor.

Literally.

The raw essence of desire was all around him, seeping off people like steam from water—and Pyris was now a living vessel that could take it in. Feed on it. Refine it. Grow stronger.

His lungs expanded as if he were breathing in molten silk. His skin tingled like a thousand threads of flame dancing across his body. The crowd that had gathered to watch the launch of the Game... they didn’t even know it. Their casual intrigue, wandering thoughts, small subconscious stirrings—all of it was being drawn to him.

Not by force. Not violently. It came like smoke to fire.

And Pyris, standing there, could feel it fueling him.

The purity of that lust—the essence of the emotion, not the perversion of it—was intoxicating. It wasn’t like feeding on bodies. It wasn’t carnal. It was fundamental. Primal. A thread of reality that lived in everything.

He finally understood what the goddess had meant when she once said that Lust was not about sin, but about presence, temptation, intent.

Even the purest beings, even the holiest angels or oldest gods, had once felt it. It was in everyone.

And the Goddess of Lust—Lilith—could absorb it all.

Across the Existence.

Across every Cosmos.

Across every Omniverse, Multiverse, and Realm.

And she was never overwhelmed.

Never broken.

Never corrupted.

But him? Pyris?

This was barely a sliver of one world’s audience—and already, it made him feel invincible.

His muscles surged with vitality. His soul pulsed with energy. His mind sharpened, dulled, then sharpened again under the pressure of too much power. He understood now how so many were destroyed not by their enemies, but by their own gifts.

And yet she—Lilith—stood atop it all, feeding endlessly... and remaining pure.

Because now, with just a whisper of her power, Pyris felt like he could tear through nations without lifting a hand. His aura throbbed with a seductive glow, something beautiful and terrifying.

He was only absorbing fragments.

She consumed everything.

The question circled his mind, slow and cold and heavy.

Not out of fear.

But out of awe.

How powerful was she really?

And if even she could hold back the corruption of the Endless Lust...

Then what would it mean for him, when his path inevitably pushed him beyond that threshold?

’No wonder,’ Pyris thought, heart heavy with revelation. ’No wonder she could reincarnate souls... maybe even create them from nothing.’

No wonder she was called an Endless.