Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!-Chapter 410: Not Ready for What? Debt to the Godly Realms!

The distance was incomprehensible.

The void between them stretched across existence itself, so vast that even the greatest of gods—beings who reigned over stars, who bent galaxies to their will—could barely perceive the separation. From where the dragon had fallen to where she had struck was a chasm large enough to swallow entire multiverses.

Yet, to them—to these two incomprehensible beings—it was nothing.

A step. A breath.

Even though to Pyris, the gulf between them felt endless, stretching further than he could ever comprehend, they might as well have been standing a mere few paces apart. The very concept of distance broke in their presence. Time? Space? Meaningless.

And then, the dragon roared.

It wasn’t sound. It wasn’t just power.

It was truth.

A force that tore through all creation, a voice so immense that even beings on the furthest edges of existence—those who had never laid eyes on these two—felt it shake their souls.

"E???A!" It was a names he couldn’t comprehend. But it was calling her.

The very fabric of reality shivered. The gods trembled. The weak perished.

And E???a—she moved.

It was not just a shift of her body. Her entire being shifted.

Prepared. Poised.

The vastness between them, that unfathomable chasm that could fit endless mortal realms—it might as well not exist. In that instant, as the golden dragon’s roar faded into the cosmos, she was already upon it.

Her presence distorted everything. Pyris felt it.

A force not meant to be understood. A power beyond definition.

She opened her mouth—and spoke.

"Submit or Die."

A single sentence, yet Pyris felt as if his mind had been torn open, his body pulled apart, his very existence laid bare before something absolute. It was not the force of her will, not the sheer dominance in her command, but the way her voice sounded—too beautiful.

Not dangerous. Not cruel.

But sweet.

A sweetness so perfect that it was unbearable, so overwhelming that his ears might as well have been bleeding from the sheer incomprehensibility of it.

And the dragon?

It laughed.

Not in defiance. Not in mockery.

But in pure amusement.

"Die? Laughable!" Yet—its eyes changed at that moment. Those colossal golden orbs, as large as continents, that burned with eternal might—they wavered.

A flicker of worry.

For the first time, it hesitated.

Because then—its gaze shifted.

Away from her.

Away from the woman, the unconquerable force standing before it.

To Pyris.

Not as an enemy.

Not as a threat.

But as something else.

Something even it did not wish to be here or be seen by her. And then, a whisper entered his mind.

Not through words.

Not through voice.

But through essence itself.

"You are not ready."

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Pyris gasped awake.

The world slammed back into him all at once—his own existence small, fragile, breakable in comparison to what he had just witnessed. His chest heaved, pulling in desperate lungfuls of air, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. His entire body ached, drenched in sweat, his ruined clothes clinging to him like the remnants of a battlefield. His muscles trembled, his veins burned like molten metal coursed through them instead of blood.

He sat there, frozen, in the middle of his bed.

Yet inside, his mind was a maelstrom.

The dragon.

Its sheer size had dwarfed realms. Not mountains. Not continents. Realms. Its golden-pink scales had shone like divine fire, its mere breath capable of erasing immortals.

The gods.

Thousands of them. Some as large as castles, some as small as daggers, all with power that could shake creation itself. And yet, they had fought like cornered prey, like dying embers against a supernova.

And then—her.

E???a

He couldn’t even begin to describe her. No words fit. No language existed that could encapsulate her being.

He had seen gods fall to the dragon’s claws, torn apart as if they were made of paper. He had seen its tail wipe out hundreds of divine beings in a single sweep. He had watched it stand, unshaken, an unstoppable force.

And then she had punched it.

Not just hit it. Not just struck it.

She had driven her fist into its head and sent it crashing through realms. Entire dimensions had ruptured. Reality itself had shattered. The sheer distance the dragon had been sent flying was impossible. Pyris had tried to comprehend it, tried to measure it in his mind.

It was like comparing a single speck of dust to an entire cosmic ocean.

To them—to E???a and the dragon—it had been a mere few steps.

To Pyris?

It was the entire multiverse.

It had been beyond power. Beyond divinity. Beyond anything.

And then—

They had looked at him.

Erika’s gaze had shifted.

The dragon’s massive, cosmic eyes had turned and for the first time—true, absolute terror had sunk into his bones.

Not as prey.

Not as a threat.

But as something else.

A whisper—not a sound, not a voice, but pure essence—had slipped into his mind.

> "You are not ready."

And then—she’d seen him too. That was for sure!

The dream collapsed.

Pyris lurched forward, his entire body shaking. Pain lashed through his skull, his hands gripping his head as if trying to hold himself together.

He could remember everything.

Every.

Single.

Detail.

Except one.

That name.

He had heard it. It had been there, woven into the very fabric of the dream. He had known it as surely as he knew himself.

But now—

It was gone.

Pyris breathed in, slow and heavy, his chest still rising and falling in uneven waves. The remnants of the dream clung to him like chains, his body still weak, drained, aching—as if he had truly been there, fighting alongside gods and titans, clashing in a war beyond mortal comprehension.

His eyes flickered open fully, scanning the room.

Where... was he?

The bedroom was expansive, luxurious, dripping in wealth. High ceilings, grand chandeliers casting soft golden hues, expensive furniture carved from divine materials—this wasn’t just any room. It was power, condensed into architecture. The bed he sat on alone was massive, its silk sheets cool against his sweat-drenched skin.

Then—it hit him.

Alexa.

He had saved her. Before he lost consciousness. Before the dream. Pyris’ gaze snapped to the side. Not too far away, another bed.

And there she was.

Alexa lay peacefully, her chest rising and falling in slow, rhythmic breaths. Healed. Whole. Perfect.

The golden-dark strands of her hair sprawled across the pillow, catching the warm light, shimmering like woven stardust. The divine glow of her skin—the very essence of beauty itself—reflected the room’s golden hue, making her seem like something sculpted by the gods themselves.

Pyris forced himself to move.

His body resisted, his limbs heavy, sluggish. His muscles screamed in protest, but he pushed forward. Step by step, he made his way toward her bed.

Finally, he sat at the edge.

For a moment, he just looked.

At her. At her peaceful face. At the woman he had nearly lost.

His hand trembled as he reached out, fingers brushing against hers before he slowly, gently took her hand into his own. His thumb traced over her skin, feeling the warmth, the life in her touch.

He lifted her hand to his lips. A kiss. Soft. Reverent. Unspoken emotions bleeding through the action.

Silent tears.

They didn’t fall. They didn’t need to. But they were there, deep in his chest, tightening his throat.

He had almost lost her.

Pyris sat there for what felt like an eternity.

Half an hour passed. His mind swam through memories—thoughts unknown to anyone but himself. Was he thinking about the first time he came to this world? The sheer madness of it all?

Or perhaps what happened next—the chaos, the growth, the near-deaths? Maybe he was reliving the thrill of his battles in the Grove, where he had met Selene? The fierce warrior who had nearly bested him. Or further back—when he had first crossed paths with Valarie?

With Alexa herself?

With Ellie? Jessie?

Maybe his thoughts drifted to Alera? The moment he had saved her from her treacherous comrades? That amazing woman.

Or was it something more recent?

Darkness Infernum?

Selen?

Lady Nysa?

Fucking Emberly?

Or was it simpler?

Fooling around with mature women?

Maybe it wasn’t any of them. Maybe it was all of them.

Maybe it was just fate itself.

Or maybe... just Alexa.

Sigh.

Pyris finally broke free from the sea of thoughts. His mind snapped back into focus, and with a mental shift, he called upon the system notifications.

> [Mission: Save the Child of the Godly Realms from the grip of Fate!]

[Reward: Debt to the Godly Realms!]

He scoffed. Did he really need a mission or a reward to save his own woman?

No.

But since the system had thrown it his way, he’d take it.

Owing the Godly Realms, huh?

Talk about being an overachiever. How many people in existence could say the Godly Realms owed them a debt?

Few, if not none.

But Pyris?

He was.

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