Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Ruvon stiffened, her breath caught halfway in her throat. On the giant screens, they could see the game's system interface floating next to Jasper, other testers.

It was true.

She watched as the system's holographic interface floated beside Jasper. The fox-eared boy hadn't even flinched—he just gave a bored flick of his wrist, like this was old news to him and so did the girl with the staff.

The display shifted again.

Another tester appeared: a human boy kneeling in the grass, clutching the still-pulsing core of a dead wolf. His hands were trembling slightly, blood staining his cuffs. Above him, new lines of text shimmered into view:

[In-game cores can now be harvested for mana. Upon reaching Game Level 20, players can take cores into the real world!]

[Due to the time dilation between the game world and reality, exported cores will be of higher rank!]

The words flashed to the entire hall and everyone watching in the mortal realm.

This time, it wasn't just a murmur.

The entire Obsidian Hall seemed to shudder with noise—people surging to their feet, chairs scraping the floor, voices rising sharply.

Ruvon could hear it around her: the snapping of fans, the clatter of jewelry as merchants leaned forward.

Beyond the hall, the billboards flashed the same revelation. She could just barely catch glimpses of them through the transparent glass walls—the entire capital was watching.

On distant balconies, mortals pressed their faces to the railings. In the streets, traders abandoned their stalls. Even the clubs emptied out, patrons staring up at screens mounted over doorways.

It was like the entire city forgot how to breathe at once. Or perhaps it was the entire realm.

A cold, electric thrill ran through Ruvon's chest.

Another source of mana cores.

It would change everything.

Not just for struggling awakened clawing up the lower Ranks. Even those who had been stuck at the same threshold for decades... they could rise again. Grow stronger, richer, faster.

This wasn't evolution.

This was revolution.

And then, the voice in her mind, Ruvon, spoke, sharp and urgent:

> [Listen carefully. Play that game, no matter the cost. I can sense it—deeper secrets buried under it all. Fragments of the Mortal Realm from before the Sundering. Secrets that gods would kill to own. This isn't just about power anymore. It's something far worse—and far greater.]

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Up front, the hall had turned chaotic.

The testers—including Jasper—had exited their capsules, looking dazed but exhilarated. Two Obsidian Tech employees in sharp black uniforms rushed forward, strapping crystalline devices onto their arms.

Everyone fell silent, watching.

The devices pulsed with color... then displayed the results midair for all to see.

Gasps tore through the audience—raw, stunned.

The testers' real-world Ranks had risen. Visibly. Tangibly.

No rumors. No marketing lies. It was real.

The leaders who had been stuck at Rank 20 for a lifetime stared at the glowing numbers like they were hallucinating. Whispers broke out—wild, frantic.

Then a woman—Esmeralda, the Obsidian vice—stepped onto the stage, raising a hand for quiet.

Her voice cut clean through the uproar:

"As you have seen, your power increases in the real world as you play. And there are no limitations. No matter your current Rank." She let the words hang in the air like a spell. For the leaders who had been stuck at bottlenecks for decades, it was like being handed a second life.

This wasn't a game anymore.

It was a new world war, and House Obsidian had just fired the first shot.

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Pyris adjusted the cuffs of his new suit, ready to grace the audience once again, when a sudden flash lit up the screen in front of him. His eyes widened.

"You've got to be fucking me."

[Ding! You've been summoned into the game: Godly Realms Online, Secrets of Godly Realms awaits you! The Host has been summoned by the goddess as one of the testers! Beat the best results of all testers. Rewards await!]

Before he could even curse again, the ground disappeared beneath him. He plummeted headfirst into the flow. The world ripped out from under him. Pyris didn't even have time to swear before he was dragged down, like a puppet yanked off the stage.

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The void slammed into him like a predator welcoming its prey. It was cold — not the kind that prickled the skin, but the kind that sank into bone and memory. Pyris drifted in the endless dark, arms loose at his sides, a smirk tugging at his lips.

The void pulsed, alive, ancient, and starving. It gnawed at his mind, whispering sweet promises of oblivion. Pyris laughed, low and mocking.

"Back so soon?" he muttered.

It was the same suffocating emptiness he'd known once before — when he'd just died and the Goddess of Lust came for his soul. Back then, he'd been young, stupid enough to mistake her pink divine aura for gold. A rookie mistake.

Now? Who knew what fresh hell this was.

[Welcome to the Godly Realms Online, Player! Forget your class, titles, wealth, or bloodline — none of it matters here. Rise from nothing to godhood, or fall from royalty to a servant's rags under the feet of those who clawed their way to the top. Misery or paradise — the choice is yours.]

Typical. If it hadn't been so shamelessly clichéd, Pyris might have doubted it was her handiwork at all.

"Shoot away!"

[The game's time is set Eons of the Godly Realms ago where there were no limits imposed on the Mortal Realm, when entering the Immortal or God Realms was only determined by your talent and potential: By your own making! Player should be reminded again; this is an opportunity to either be a servant to the strong or the strongest who owns everything!

[Warning: No more information can be given! Player, choose your player name and class!]

Pyris stared as a white screen floated up from the void. His reflection blinked back at him — bored, slightly amused.

He tapped his chin. "Does this game trace way back to when immortals and gods loomed the mortal realm? I can encounter and conquer immortal ladies and goddesses?"