Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The morning sun was deceptively cheerful as it poured over the courtyard, casting the Obsidian Estate in a warm, golden glow.

Pyris, Alera, and Zara stood in front of a shimmering, rune-etched teleportation portal—a shortcut to the most infamous and dreaded place in the Dragon Empire: the Abyssal Labyrinth.

Pyris adjusted his enchanted cloak, ensuring the hood shadowed his face. He was famous—well, and the last thing he wanted was to turn their adventure into front-page news.

And so he had to turn himself into Petne Chaos.

Next to him, Alera pulled up her mask, which covered half of her face and gave her the appearance of a mysterious rogue. Zara, on the other hand, looked every bit the elegant traveler, her long witch's hat pulled low and her enchanted cloak shimmering like twilight.

They were a strange trio, and Pyris had insisted on disguises for a reason.

"You know," Alera said with a smirk, "I don't think that hood is doing you any favors. You look like you're trying to be the 'Mysterious Hero' in one of those romance novels."

Pyris shot her a mock glare. "And you look like you're about to rob a jewelry store," he teased, tapping her mask.

She rolled her eyes. "Better a thief than a celebrity."

Zara chimed in with a chuckle. "I don't know, Pyris. I think you're too famous to hide behind a simple hood. It's kind of adorable how you're trying, though."

"Yeah, yeah, keep laughing," Pyris muttered, tugging the hood further down. "It's not like I asked to be the center of attention. I just have this you know... natural charm."

Alera snorted. "More like you have a knack for trouble."

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The teleportation portal buzzed to life with a soft hum, and a faint, dizzying light pulsed within the archway. It was a portal that would take them directly to the vicinity of the Abyssal Labyrinth—a place so notorious that even seasoned adventurers hesitated to venture near it.

The mere idea of stepping into it made most people think twice... and then quickly turn back.

Pyris gave Zara a knowing grin. "Ready to step into a world of nightmares, Miss All-Powerful-Witch?"

Zara shrugged nonchalantly, though Pyris could see the gleam of excitement in her eyes. "Always, Dragon "Prince". I do love a challenge."

Before Pyris could respond with a witty comeback, Alera poked him in the ribs. "Less talking, more teleporting. I'd like to get this over with before I die of boredom."

He chuckled, then, with a wink, reached out and grabbed both Zara and Alera by the arm. "Fine, fine. Let's go scare the pants off some poor adventurers, shall we?"

"You know we can go without you taking our hands!" Zara teased.

"You're welcome witch!" Pyris rolled his eyes.

With that, they stepped through the portal, vanishing in a burst of bright light.

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The arrival was instantaneous but jarring. The cheerful sunlight of the courtyard was replaced with a cold, oppressive gloom that seemed to cling to the skin like damp cloth.

The Abyssal Labyrinth loomed before them—a sprawling, ancient structure half-buried in the craggy landscape, surrounded by a faint mist that seemed to shift and twist as if alive. The architecture was twisted, spiraling unnaturally, and the jagged stone pillars looked like the skeletal fingers of some long-dead titan.

The sky above was a perpetual twilight—neither day nor night—filled with swirling black clouds that occasionally crackled with eerie, pale lightning. A low, distant rumble filled the air, echoing across the barren landscape like the moan of some great, unseen beast.

Even standing outside the Labyrinth's entrance, the oppressive weight of its magic pressed against their skin like a heavy cloak, making it hard to breathe.

There were a few adventurers milling around the entrance—seasoned warriors, mages, and treasure hunters, all of them wearing expressions of grim determination... and barely-concealed fear. Some of them glanced nervously at the trio, eyeing them with curiosity, but quickly averted their gaze when Pyris shot them a grin. His disguise was holding, but only just.

Alera nudged him in the ribs with a wicked grin. "See? Even with the cloak, you can't help but draw attention."

"It's my dragon charisma," Pyris said with a theatrical sigh, brushing off the attention. "No disguise can hide that."

"Or maybe it's your ridiculous swagger," Zara said with a smirk, folding her arms and glancing around at the wary onlookers. "Try not to scare them too much. They might faint before we even go inside."

One of the adventurers—a grizzled warrior covered in scars—stepped forward, his face pale. "Are... are you three planning to go inside?" he asked, his voice wavering.

Pyris turned to him with a bright, cheerful smile. "Oh, absolutely! The Abyssal Labyrinth? Piece of cake!"

The warrior's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're mad. It's suicide. That place... it's alive. It knows you're there, it twists reality around you. The last group that went in..." He trailed off, shaking his head.

His exaggeration showed how much he feared the place despite being here.

"Did they find treasure?" Pyris asked innocently, his grin growing even wider.

The man's face went pale. "They didn't come out. None of them."

"Good," Pyris said with a wink. "That means there's more treasure for us!"

Alera slapped her palm against her forehead while Zara rolled her eyes so hard Pyris thought they might get stuck. "Really? You just had to say that?" Alera muttered.

"What?" Pyris said, feigning innocence. "I'm just being optimistic."

The adventurers muttered among themselves, casting wary glances at the trio as they stepped closer to the yawning entrance of the Labyrinth. The doorway itself was shrouded in swirling shadows, almost like the very darkness was beckoning them inside.

A strange, bone-chilling wind gusted out from the entrance, carrying with it the faint sound of distant whispers—like the Labyrinth itself was aware of their presence.

Pyris looked over his shoulder at Alera and Zara, his face suddenly serious, though his eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and challenge. "Alright, ladies. Let's do this."

Zara's lips curved into a wicked grin, her fingers already crackling with dark energy. "After you, Dragon Prince. Lead the way."

Alera simply gave a firm nod, the shadows around her body deepening as she drew her weapons—twin, shadowy daggers that seemed to drink in the surrounding light. "Try not to get us killed in the first five minutes, Pyris."

"No promises," Pyris said with a laugh, stepping forward and making a dramatic gesture with one hand. "But if I do, at least we'll go down in style."

The three of them stepped over the threshold and into the gaping maw of the Labyrinth. Immediately, the world shifted, the very air around them warping as if reality itself had been twisted like a corkscrew. The temperature plummeted, and the walls of the entrance seemed to stretch and bend like liquid.

Pyris took a deep breath, his expression calm despite the strange sensations tugging at his senses. His Elemental Sovereign's Aura ready to flare to life around him, a faint golden glow that pulsed with power, stabilizing the distorted reality around them.

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