Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The entrance to the Abyssal Labyrinth was a dark, gaping maw carved into the jagged rock, radiating a thick, oppressive energy that made even seasoned adventurers shudder. For miles around, the landscape seemed to grow more hostile, and a chill breeze carried a low, unsettling hum as if the very air were whispering secrets.

Pyris had swapped his usual appearance for the striking guise of Petne Chaos—a pink-haired, absurdly handsome man with eyes that shimmered like gemstones.

His disguise was flawless, and no one in the city would have pegged him as the famous heir of the Obsidian House. With Zara and Alera flanking him, they cut an intimidating figure, but it was the kind that drew attention, not avoided it.

As they approached the gaping entrance, an uncomfortable stillness settled over the small crowd of adventurers gathered at the Labyrinth's edge. Whispers and stolen glances flickered through the crowd. A few, obviously trying to work up the courage, turned away before they got too close.

Others clutched weapons, staring with wide eyes at the dark passage ahead, their faces twisted in uncertainty.

They stood at the entrance not entering immediately, Alera teased as they stood forward, smirking at the sight of his unnaturally vibrant pink hair. "Petne Chaos, huh? Subtle."

Pyris—now Petne—grinned and ran a hand through his new hair. "What can I say? If you've got it, flaunt it."

Zara rolled her eyes but didn't hide the amused smile playing on her lips. "You're lucky pink suits you," she said. "Most men couldn't pull that off without looking ridiculous."

"Oh, I know," Petne replied smoothly, striking a playful pose. "It's called style, my dear witch. Try to keep up."

Before Zara could retort, a sudden murmur rippled through the crowd.

Two groups of adventurers emerged from the gathering of onlookers, striding toward the Labyrinth's entrance with a confidence that was impossible to miss.

The first group was led by a tall, imposing woman with jet-black hair, tied back in a severe braid. She wore gleaming silver armor, trimmed with ornate gold, and her presence practically radiated authority. A warhammer slung casually over her shoulder suggested she wasn't here to make friends.

Petne recognized her at once a student from the academy—Seren Nightshade, a prodigy from the Vampire Empire.

Trailing behind her were a group of deadly-looking individuals, each with weapons ready and expressions that brooked no nonsense.

Clearly, this was not a group to be trifled with.

The second group was no less intimidating, led by a young man whose entire presence seemed to pulse with barely contained magic. His long, black hair shimmered like starlight under the moon, and his deep blue robes were etched with runes that glowed faintly.

Elion Arvad, heir to one of the most influential clans in the Human empire, a prodigy known for his deadly spells and even deadlier ambition.

Seeing the two Pyris used his inspection skill on them.

His companions were a mix of mages and warriors, each more formidable than the last. A bitter rivalry clearly simmered between the two groups, and both their leaders eyed each other with barely restrained disdain.

"Looks like we've got company," Alera muttered, her eyes narrowing at the two approaching groups.

"Great," Zara said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Just what we needed—a pissing contest before we even get started." She see what was coming.

Seren was the first to speak, her cold gaze raking over Petne and his companions. "Out of our way, strangers," she said bluntly. "We don't have time for amateurs playing hero."

Petne flashed a disarming smile, completely unbothered by her hostile tone. "Amateurs? Ouch. You wound me, my lady. We're just here for a bit of friendly exploration, that's all."

"Friendly exploration?" Seren's lip curled in disdain. "The Abyssal Labyrinth is no place for playing games, little boy. If you don't know what you're doing, you'd better stay out of our way." They almost in the same age yet she called him "little".

Before Petne could respond, Zara replied lazily without a care, her posture relaxed but her eyes blazing with an undeniable disdain. "And who says we don't know what we're doing?" she shot back, her tone icy and unyielding. "Just because you strut around with a fancy hammer doesn't mean you own this place."

Seren's eyes narrowed dangerously, and for a moment it looked like she might strike Zara down on the spot. But then Elion had stepped in, clearly amused by the exchange.

"Seren, darling, let's not get too hasty," he drawled, his voice smooth as silk. He turned his attention to Petne, a curious glint in his eyes. "Besides, I'm rather intrigued by our... new friends. They seem to have a certain flair for theatrics."

Petne gave a casual shrug, not missing the tension between the two leaders. "Just here to enjoy the sights," he said lightly. "Maybe make a few friends along the way. You never know when you'll need a helping hand, right?"

Zara let out a low, mocking laugh. "Oh, please. If anyone needs help, it's them two. Coming in here with your big flashy weapons and your oh-so-important titles. Let's be real—none of that matters in the Labyrinth."

Elion's smile tightened, his eyes narrowing. "Careful, Milady," he warned in a noble-like tpne. "You may find that arrogance gets you killed here."

"Arrogance?" Zara shot back, grinning wickedly. "No, little boy. Confidence. There's a difference."

Alera couldn't help but snicker, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "Let them talk, Zara," she said, smirking at the fuming Lady Seren. "They can go first. I'd rather not get our boots muddy if they're just going to clean up the mess for us."

Seren's eyes flashed with fury, and she took a menacing step forward, but Zara held up a hand, stopping her in her tracks. "You're welcome to try and lead the way, young girl" she said, her tone almost sweet. "But don't come crying to us intimidate ones behind me."

Lord Elion chuckled softly, clearly amused by Zara's boldness. "I think I like you, milady," he said, his tone almost flirtatious. "But let's see if you can back up that mouth of yours with real power. The Abyssal Labyrinth has a way of... humbling those who overestimate themselves."

Petne just stood back, letting Zara handle the situation. She had a way of putting people in their place without lifting a finger, and it was far more entertaining to watch than getting involved himself.

"Fine," Seren snapped, turning on her heel. "We'll see who gets the last laugh."

With that, she and her group marched toward the entrance, their heavy boots echoing against the cracked stones as they moved with military precision. Elion and his team followed closely behind, casting one last calculating look at Petne and his companions.

Before disappearing into the darkness of the Labyrinth he cast a lustful look at Alera.

As soon as they were out of sight, Alera turned to Zara, laughing. "Did you see the look on their faces? I thought that woman was going to explode."

Zara grinned, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Oh, I saw it. They think they're the only ones who know what they're doing. Let them find out the hard way that they're not."

Petne couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head in amusement. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

Zara shrugged, her eyes glinting with a dangerous kind of glee. "Oh, absolutely. Besides, the more they underestimate us, the better. It makes things... more interesting."

Before they could move forward, another voice called out, stopping them in their tracks. "Wait!" A woman pushed through the crowd of lingering adventurers, her eyes wide and determined. She was tall, with a lean, athletic build and short, spiky hair that gave her a wild, untamed appearance.

Her clothes were simple but practical, and there was a no-nonsense air about her.

Petne raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Can we help you?"

The woman stopped before them, her gaze locking onto Petne's with a strange intensity. "Take me with you," she said, her voice steady and sure. "I know things about the Labyrinth that no one else does. You'll need me if you want to get through alive. I can be useful."

Zara looked the woman up and down, her expression skeptical. "And why should we take you? We don't even know who you are."

The woman's jaw tightened, and she hesitated for a brief moment before speaking. "The name's Lyra. I'm... well, let's just say I have a personal stake in this Labyrinth. There's something inside that belongs to me, something I need to retrieve. I have information—maps, secrets about the inner chambers that no one else has. You want to make it to the deepest levels? I can get you there."

Zara's eyes narrowed, clearly trying to gauge the truth in Lyra's words. Petne, on the other hand, was intrigued. "Why us?" he asked, his voice gentle but probing. "Why not one of the other groups?"