Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The world trembled—not in sound, not in motion, but in essence.

Pyris stood at the peak of what no system could calculate, no soul could fully grasp. And then… it began to unravel.

[Ding! Ascension to godhood: REJECTED! Initiating Reversal Protocol… Rewriting Cause-Effect Layer… Rewinding Conceptual Imprint…]

The moment cracked like glass hit by timeless force, and everything that had begun to become—began to reverse.

Not visually.

Existentially.

First, the aura of recognition faded.

The sensation of Time bowing to him—of Space holding its breath, of Existence folding slightly around his will—unwound. It didn't vanish. It unhappened. Where once he stood like a truth incarnate, the universe pulled that truth back into its lungs like a lie it had breathed too soon.

The stars that had leaned in to watch, realigned their distance. The breathless anticipation of the cosmos—turned indifferent.

The Lust Essence that had once coiled around his soul like it had found its new throne?

It recoiled.

Not in hatred.

Not in denial.

But in confusion.

Like it had begun to imprint on something that now suddenly didn't exist. It drifted—hesitant—before returning to the flow of ambient power, lost in the tides that never asked questions.

The melodies in his bones went silent.

That sacred hum—that slow, divine rhythm echoing through the music of his being—ceased. Not by force. But by rewind. As though the song of his soul had never been composed. As though the ink was sucked back into the quill, the notes back into the void of silence.

Then the Ichor stalled in his veins. The pink light, once fusing with him on a level deeper than DNA—withdrew. It didn't disappear. It remained part of him. But its divine harmonization—the element that allowed the ichor to elevate him beyond divinity—was revoked.

He still bore the Ichor of Lust. Still carried the aura of a Partial Embodiment.

But not the catalyst for godhood.

His body, which had begun to stretch conceptually, no longer merely physical but wrapped in the breath of higher law—contracted.

He became matter again.

Breath again.

Heat and mana and form.

No longer the seed of a concept, but the vessel of one. His shoulders sagged—not in shame, but in weight. The weight of a throne pulled out from beneath him.

His knees didn't buckle. He did not fall. But the pressure that had built across every fiber of his being—the crushing density of infinite awareness—relented.

He was still powerful.

Still dangerous.

Still Pyris.

But no longer becoming a god.

And then the last moment reversed.

That crack of arrival.

That whisper of divinity splitting into him like thunder into stone—restitched itself. His soul sealed. Not damaged. Not denied.

Just…

Deferred.

[Godhood Rewind Complete.]

[Note: Host's soul currently incompatible with direct godhood in this concept. Reconfiguration Required.]

[Status: Partial Embodiment maintained. Ascension halted.

[Ding! Ascension to godhood: REJECTED!]

[Initiating Causal Reversal Protocol… Rewinding all Conceptual Threads… Analyzing Interference Points…]

[Cause of Rejection Identified: Multiple Overlapping Conflicts]

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The wind blew again.

The stars turned away.

The sea of mana stirred once more, as though nothing had happened.

But Pyris knew.

He had touched the veil.

He had reached for the throne.

And though the throne vanished before he sat—

The cosmos knew now, too.

He wasn't meant to join the divine.

He was meant to replace it.

The mana around Pyris warped—no longer expanding, but contracting around him like space was pulling back what it had just given. Not out of malice, but because the system—the very fabric of cosmic law—had reevaluated the truth of his existence.

Then, a flood of divine data slammed into his mind—not from the system's voice, but from the source itself, like a scroll unrolling across the front of his soul.

[Cause 1: Host is a Partial Embodiment of Lust. Embodiments cannot ascend into roles that are already sovereign. The Concept of Lust has an active, recognized sovereign: Goddess Lilith, Endless of Lust. Ascension would violate concept redundancy and result in catastrophic conceptual conflict.

Status: Access to godhood under the Lust archetype is permanently sealed.

[Cause 2: Host carries the Title: God Slayer.

The Title is bound to your soul, forged in an unbreakable cause-effect loop during a primordial event and your very essence and bloodline. Those who carry this title cannot ascend into godhood.

Additionally, Host is marked by the bloodline of the Cosmic Cursed Family—an ancient bloodline exiled by the Cosmos itself.

This lineage was stripped of the right to ascend to godhood by decree of the Cosmic Laws after a rebellion in the First Age.

Status: Host's genetic and spiritual origin is incompatible with divinity as defined by the current metaphysical hierarchy.

[Cause 3: Host carries the Ichor of an Endless.

Endlesses are not exactly gods. They are conceptual anchors.

Host's soul has been altered, manipulated, and elevated by Endless-class ichor. Attempting to downgrade the soul into godhood would break existence's internal consistency.

Status: Host is now a vessel of higher existence. Becoming a god would be regression!]

The words didn't simply appear—they etched themselves into him, into the deepest layers of his soul like cosmic scars meant never to fade. Not to be forgotten, but to remind him.

He hadn't been denied because he wasn't worthy. He'd been denied because he had already outgrown godhood—in every definition the world understood. A god was a role, a title, a placeholder of power within a structure that had structure. A god obeyed boundaries.

But Pyris?

Pyris was becoming something else.

Not a figure to worship.

Not a name to carve into marble.

He was becoming a presence—a soul the laws of reality could no longer contain within neatly labeled compartments. The thrones of heaven had not been denied to him out of exile…

They'd been pulled away because he was never meant to sit.

He was meant to stand above.

[Ding! Host's Soul has rejected the ascension to godhood!]

[Endlesses have rejected your integration as a divine node. Cosmic Balance and Order must be restored!]

[You're Corruption of all Godly Laws in Existence!]

[Warning! Endlesses Balance and Order are preparing to annihilate your soul…]

The world didn't shake.

It collapsed inward—not physically, but metaphysically.

The pressure descended like a divine executioner's hand, each finger labeled Balance and Order. It came for him alone. Not a breeze stirred, not a leaf trembled. No one else in all the layers of Existence felt a thing.

But Pyris did.

It was like standing in the center of a dying star, reality folding in to crush him from every angle. Not with heat. Not with rage.

But with cosmic correctness.

Seriously?

His soul, tattered and blazing with ichor, pulsed in frustration. Again? What the hell was this? Hadn't he just been recognized? Didn't the Endlesses just accept him? Why was judgment being served twice?

He braced.

Prepared for erasure.

But then… it vanished.

Like a breath never taken.

The pressure dissolved, unraveled like a command withdrawn mid-sentence.

And then—

[Under the protection of two Endless Auras—Lust and Moon—and recognition of Endlesses, Balance (Duality) and Order have recognized you as their own.]

[Congratulations. You've become the Little Champion of the Endlesses.]

The mana sea shimmered around him, soft again. Gentle.

But Pyris didn't smile.

Because deep inside, he knew—this was just the beginning.