Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

"Oh, come on!" Zara groaned, eyeing Pyris—now Petne—with exaggerated annoyance as she watched him stir up his power in a dramatic display. "How about something that's more tundra-cool, less flashy blaze?"

Pyris tilted his head at Zara, catching the mischievous glint in her eyes, a look that dared him to impress her. He smirked, his eyes alight with an unspoken challenge.

"See, that's the problem with women buddy," Pyris muttered, not so subtly motioning for the creature toward Zara and Alera. "They'll demand you tone it down and then accuse you of being boring."

The massive creature, its dark, crackling form still pulsing with otherworldly energy, watched his every movement. Its crimson eyes flicked toward Zara and Alera as if it was actually contemplating his words.

"Yeah, buddy, take a good look." Pyris said, gesturing to his two companions. "Turns out, women aren't just the death of men—seems like they'll be the death of creatures like you too. Sorry, but I've got ladies to impress."

Astonishingly, the creature gave what almost looked like a nod, acknowledging that the fight was inevitable and seemingly ready to meet his power head-on.

It let out a low, rumbling growl that echoed through the corridor, an invitation to bring the best he had.

Pyris smirked, summoning his elemental powers. The space around him rippled, crackling as time and void began to coil together, casting a shimmering, almost electric hum in the air.

His control over the elements of time and void was unmistakable, bending reality itself to his will.

The others could only watch as the vast power condensed in his small, unassuming form, as though the essence of the elements had chosen this single moment to converge within him.

"Watch and learn," he murmured, his tone casual, yet carrying an edge that sent a shiver through the group members who had underestimated him previously, he wouldn't miss the famous face-slapping moment for anything, would he?

Alera beamed with excitement, already anticipating the sheer force he was about to unleash. Zara rolled her eyes, though a faint grin tugged at the corner of her lips, and Lyra's jaw dropped, her thoughts swirling with disbelief.

'This... this guy can command every element? Time? And what's the element, It feels... Suffocating? What kind of monster is he?' she couldn't get over it no matter how much Alera told her not to be so serious.

But Pyris didn't pause to consider their reactions. He snapped his fingers, and the first of his three moves began.

A surge of compressed air exploded from him, creating an invisible barrier that knocked the creature back several paces, leaving it momentarily disoriented. In the same breath, Pyris raised his hand, calling forth the element of time.

He was using so much of the Elemental Sovereign's Aura all for one purpose, leave an imprit of his power and elemental control, on the minds of the two groups.

Although they didn't ask, they were wondering, eyes wide open. This is what he wanted, to make Petne Chaos a whisper in Argos, sure enough they will talk about him the moment they left the labyrinth, that's if they survive.

He wasn't worried about his indentity, him and his group were in disguise, he wasn't sure about Lyra though.

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With a flick of his wrist, he slowed down the creature's movements, each one sluggish and labored as if it was moving through thickened air. The creature tried to fight against the constraint, its dark form straining with effort, but its claws barely advanced by an inch.

For his second move, Pyris summoned a wave of void energy, forming a lance of pure darkness in his hand. The weapon pulsed with a terrifying intensity, and with a single, calculated thrust, he pierced through the creature's core.

The beast let out a roar of agony as the void energy seeped into it, corroding its very essence from within.

But Pyris didn't stop there. With a final, powerful gesture, he summoned the element of blood, manipulating it within the creature's body. The beast's own dark essence began to rebel against it, turning its power inward as if it were tearing itself apart.

The creature writhed, its monstrous form contorting as its life force fractured and broke under Pyris' will. With a final, strangled howl, it collapsed, his Blood Truth/Secret was growing exponentially.

Turning, he extended a hand toward Alera, who grinned in delight.

Reaching out with her own dark magic, she pulled the creature's departing spirit which only she could see, binding it to herself. The darknessence formed back into a towering creature as it turned so dark giving off dark menacing energy that recoiled and swirled on it like steam, its violet eyes gleaming with a newfound loyalty. L

This would be her new guard, a creature born from darkness and fused to her very will.

"Well, that was... easier than I expected," Pyris said, smirking as he glanced back at the others, who were still processing the speed and ferocity of his takedown.
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Zara clapped slowly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, bravo, Petne. I suppose if you're going to be obnoxiously flashy, you might as well go all out."

Petne winked. "What can I say? Just doing my part to keep things interesting. Unless... you'd like me to turn it down even more, Zara?"

"Please," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You'd probably explode if you held back."

Before he could respond, Alera wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss that left no room for misinterpretation. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

The sight made Lyra's face flush, and she quickly looked away, though she couldn't ignore the admiration she felt. 'He's... he's terrifyingly powerful. And he does it like it's nothing.'

After a beat, Pyris pulled back from Alera with a grin. "Glad you're happy, beautiful."

"Dog food," Zara muttered again, shaking her head.

As Pyris and Alera shared a kiss, a low, disbelieving groan escaped Seren's lips.

She looked away, her face twisted with a mixture of exhaustion, frustration, and disbelief.

"Is he serious?" she muttered, clutching her warhammer, her knuckles turning white.

Her group looked just as bewildered, their expressions a blend of shock, envy, and sheer disbelief at how effortlessly Pyris—no, Petne—had decimated the creature.

Elion, however, couldn't hide his anger. His eyes narrowed as he glared at Pyris, frustration bubbling over. "He refused to help us," he spat, his tone dripping with resentment, "then comes in just to put on a show because of a… a kiss?"

One of Elion's companions, a wiry mage with a face smeared in ash from the previous battle, shifted uncomfortably. "I mean... he's good. Didn't even break a sweat."

"Good?" Seren snapped, glaring at her own group with disdain. "That's not 'good.' That's... something else."

The rest of her party murmured their agreement, their eyes glued to the scene before them.

They'd all trained for years, pushing their abilities to their limits, yet here was this pink-haired stranger cutting through this special Rank-17 creature as if it were nothing. And then he had the audacity to finish with a kiss, as if it were all a game.

Pyris didn't miss a beat. He sent them all a devilish grin over Alera's shoulder, a look that practically screamed, "Try to keep up."