Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

"Whoa," Pyris breathed, watching in awe as the mask dissolved into pure energy and flowed into him.

A cool sensation washed over his entire body as the mask fused with him. His face shifted, his features morphing into someone entirely different. He gazed into the mirror, eyes widening in amazement. His hair turned a vivid pink, and his eyes, a deep shade of the same color, reflected the newfound power coursing through him.

He no longer felt tied solely to his Dragon race; instead, he felt as though he stood at a crossroads between all races, connected to each of them in some inexplicable way.

"This... this is incredible," he muttered, taking in his new appearance. "Although this face has one charm stat lower than mine, it's still pretty handsome. Almost as good as me."

He smirked at his reflection, admiring the seasoned warrior aura his new identity exuded—young yet battle-worn, with a gaze that hinted at untold experience.

[Oh, come on,] Lia's voice teased in his mind, [you both look equally handsome. Just admit it already!]

But Pyris wouldn't. He was too proud for that.

"Time to train in the VR before heading to the grove," he declared, his anticipation bubbling over once again. This was just the beginning.

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The sleek, matte-black VR capsule arrived the next morning, delivered by a team from Obsidian Tech. Pyris stood in his office, arms crossed, watching as they carefully maneuvered the machine into place. His heart thrummed with anticipation.

This was no ordinary training—this was his chance to hone every skill and every ability in a perfectly controlled simulation, a world where he could push himself to the edge without consequence.

The room quieted once the installation was complete. The capsule hummed gently, its translucent top beckoning him to enter. Pyris ran his fingers over its surface, feeling the pulse of technology intertwined with his Bloodline's magic. The possibilities thrilled him.

"Time to see what this body can really do," Pyris murmured to himself, stepping inside.

As the lid slid shut, the world around him dissolved into darkness, only for the system's voice to cut through, "Welcome to the VR Battle Simulation. Please select a mode: Training or Combat."

"Training," Pyris answered without hesitation.

He spent the next days inside the virtual battlefield every chance he got. The VR simulation allowed him to push each of his elements to the limit, feeling the crackling of fire, the weight of earth, the sharpness of wind, and the fluid grace of water at his fingertips.

It was like relearning how to breathe—each element, a distinct pulse of energy, flowing through him with newfound precision.

There were moments where the lust-driven power of his Bloodline would try to surface, its influence threatening to derail his focus. But Pyris pressed on, tempering it, reigning it in as he learned the balance.

His Lust Breath became a tool of devastation, able to charm and cripple enemies simultaneously. His mastery over the All-Elemental Trait grew daily as he cycled through intense exercises—learning to command, manipulate, and merge them in complex ways.

Outside the VR capsule, life rushed on in its usual chaotic rhythm.

Pyris balanced his days between running his tech company and attending the Academy. At Obsidian Tech, he was no longer just a young CEO overseeing the day-to-day operations; he had become a visionary, steering the company toward its most ambitious project yet—the launch of ARGO VRMMORPG.

His office was constantly buzzing with meetings, design proposals, and development milestones. Pyris personally oversaw the design of a key item for the upcoming release, drawing inspiration from his VR training.

His time in the virtual battlefield influenced every facet of his life, fueling his passion and focus.

Emilia, his sharp-eyed assistant, had proven invaluable, handling the team of models and artists he had recruited with expert precision. She quickly became one of his trusted subordinates, seamlessly fitting into his life and understanding his vision for the company.

Then there was Alexa, his new lover and partner, whose presence both comforted and challenged him. Their connection deepened as the days passed, their moments together filled with both passion and vulnerability.

Pyris found that their bond transcended mere lust—Alexa had become someone he could confide in, someone who shared his ambitions and understood his hunger for power.

Their training sessions were intense, often blurring the line between combat and desire, both pushing each other to the limits.

Throughout the week, Pyris juggled these roles with growing ease. He attended Obsidian Roar meetings occasionally, though less frequently than before. His focus had shifted, and while the group still mattered, his personal growth and the rise of his company now took precedence.

Even his time with his sister had dwindled; they only saw each other at the Academy, exchanging quick words between classes. He hadn't visited their new home in days.

Still, he felt no guilt. He was building an empire, after all, and sacrifices were inevitable.

Song, his bodyguard, remained a near-constant shadow by his side. Pyris had always respected the man's quiet loyalty, though it hadn't been easy breaking through Song's stoic exterior. But over time, Pyris managed to chip away at the walls, finding a common ground through shared experience.

They weren't exactly friends, but there was a silent understanding between them now—a mutual respect that needed no words.

The days blurred together, the hours divided between training, work, and connections. In those rare moments of solitude, Pyris would sit back and reflect on how perfectly everything was falling into place. He was thriving in his role as CEO, designing the next phase of Obsidian Tech's legacy.

He was mastering his powers, unlocking new levels of strength in VR training, while also forming deeper connections with the people in his life.

By the end of the training, Pyris felt a surge of satisfaction. He was carving out his path—both in the physical and virtual worlds—and every step took him closer to his goals. The mask of Petne Chaos lay dormant in his inventory, waiting for the right moment to be unleashed. His next move was already planned.

He would rise even further, both as the face of Obsidian Tech and as the shadowed figure behind the chaos to come. He felt like a storm gathering strength, biding his time before unleashing his full power on the world.

For now, though, he had to focus. Another day of VR training awaited, and beyond that, the release of ARGO.

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