Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!-Chapter 415: Godly Realms Online

Warmed marble floors hummed underfoot, veined with gold and streaks of glowing silver like moonlight frozen in stone. A crystalline tub the size of a small pool sat at the center, steam rising gently from enchanted waters that shimmered with soft iridescence. Light cascaded from light above made of floating stones, casting soft warmth in golden waves.

The bathroom was warm with soft steam curling through the air, a contrast to the chaos they’d just come from. Pyris helped her in gently, his hands careful not to linger too long on any bruised spot. Alexa winced slightly but leaned into him anyway, her body aching yet grateful to be alive—to be with him.

They didn’t say much at first. The silence between them wasn’t awkward. It was intimate. Comfortable. Like a language only the two of them knew.

Pyris dipped a towel in the warm water and began cleaning her arms, slow and patient. Alexa watched him, blinking back fresh tears that threatened to fall—not from pain this time, but from the overwhelming gentleness of it all.

"I thought I lost you, I thought I would die." she whispered.

He didn’t answer right away. Just looked at her with that quiet intensity of his, and pressed his forehead against hers. "You didn’t. You’re here."

She smiled faintly. "You’re always saving me."

"Guess I’ll have to keep doing it," he said with a light grin, wringing out the towel and moving to her shoulders. "Someone’s gotta keep you out of trouble while you save the whole realm."

They both laughed, soft and genuine. It felt good—normal, even, despite everything.

He helped her wash her hair, careful with every touch. She helped him clean the blood from his fingers. They took turns. No rushing. No shame.

Just two souls in the aftermath of something bigger than either of them could put into words, clinging to each other like the world outside could wait.

And for a while, it did.

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With the help of the voice in her head—Ruvon, bored as she was after mending her inner injuries from that single overwhelming attack—managed to trace the lingering energy signature of the portal. It led her straight to the Obsidian Hall.

Like most signature structures belonging to House Obsidian, the dome-like building stood proudly in the capital of the Dragon Empire, a monument to ambition. Activities buzzed around it—hustling workers, excited onlookers, security drones—but Ruvon could only stop and stare in awe.

The building wasn’t made of simple stone or metal. It was constructed entirely of glass—or more accurately, screens.

But that wasn’t what left her breathless.

Because on those massive, shifting screens, they were showing the live testing of the newly launched game.

And she stumbled back a step when she saw what was displayed and the words of that voice.

[That looks exactly like the Mortal Realm... eons ago! Whoever created this... they were there. Everything’s exactly the same!]

The voice in her head sounded shaken, almost reverent.

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He dashed across the muddy grass, twin short swords flashing. His clothes were torn, stained with blood—some his, most not. The hydra loomed ahead, its two massive heads snapping and hissing, eyes burning with mindless rage.

Jasper didn’t slow. His muscles screamed, lungs burned, but he grit his teeth and pushed harder.

The ground shook violently. One of the hydra’s heads lunged, jaws wide. Jasper ducked under it, feeling the wind of its snap graze the top of his hair. A second head struck low. He rolled sideways, clumsily, the creature’s fangs catching the edge of his armguard and tearing it loose.

He staggered upright, cursing.

No time.

The hydra reared back, both heads striking down like twin hammers.

Jasper drove himself forward, sliding to the side of the beast’s shadow. His blades flickered—one sliced through the soft scales of the hydra’s under neck the other buried deep into muscle.

The monster bellowed, rearing in pain. Blood, hot and black, rained down on him. Jasper threw himself sideways. A wall of wind smashed into him as the hydra’s jaws missed by inches, cracking the earth where he had just stood.

Jasper forced himself to his feet, sucking in air that burned his throat. His arms shook. He was fast running out of strength.

The hydra’s left head struck wildly, faster this time, half-blinded by rage.

Too fast.

The impact caught him—he barely managed to twist, but the blow sent him flying. He hit the ground hard, skidding across sharp rocks. Pain exploded through his ribs.

"Fuck," he hissed.

Through blurry vision, he saw the hydra stumbling, wounded—but not dead. One head hung limp from his earlier strike, but the other glared at him, pure murder in its eyes.

Jasper spat blood, dragging himself upright. His fingers fumbled in his ring. Found a pill. Shoved it in his mouth. Warmth flooded his body instantly, the pain numbing. His wounds closed, though the exhaustion clung to him like lead.

No thinking. Move.

The hydra charged.

Jasper braced, let the world slow around him. He leapt forward at the last second, both blades flashing with everything he had left. He carved upwards, ripping through flesh, bone, and scale.

The hydra shrieked.

For a moment, both of them hung there—then the beast’s guts spilled from the open wound, steaming.

Jasper landed hard, one knee crashing into the ground. He knelt there, panting, too spent to even celebrate. Behind him, the hydra gave a final gurgle and collapsed.

Silence.

Then—

[Killed a Level 9 Two-Headed Hydra. Core obtained. 200 Game Points awarded!

Player FoxJasper can use the points to exchange for Energy.]

[Ding! You will retain 50% of the exchanged energy in the Real World!]

The system chimed in his ears, too faint to feel real.

His hand trembled as he pulled a healing pill from his spatial ring and forced it down his throat. Relief flooded his shredded body. The worst of the damage closed over, but exhaustion crushed him harder than any wound.

He dropped to one knee.

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Ruvon could only stare, stunned into silence.

It was real.

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On the screens, the testers were interacting with the system as if it were second nature. Jasper didn’t even seem surprised at the announcement. He moved like someone who knew—someone who understood this game better than the others.

The screen shifted to another tester, a—

The girl slammed onto the cliff, landing hard on her shoulder. She barely had time to gasp before a beast was on her—six legs pounding, jaws snapping for her throat.

She twisted, pure instinct. The teeth grazed her armor, ripping a chunk away. She lashed out with her staff, the metal cracking against the creature’s skull. It yelped and tumbled back, but others were already circling.

Breathless. Bleeding.

She backed up fast, boots skidding on loose stone, staff raised. Her hands were shaking, vision swimming. The runes on her armor flickered — shields nearly gone.

A second beast leapt.

She blocked high—too slow.

Claws raked across her ribs. She screamed, pain bright and savage, before slamming her knee into the beast’s jaw and smashing it down with the staff.

She stumbled, barely staying upright.

No time. They were swarming.

She planted the staff into the ground and forced her will into it, the light at its tip shuddering, wild, barely contained. Her skin blistered from the backlash. Her heart hammered like it might tear itself apart.

A third beast sprang at her—closer, faster than she could cast.

She abandoned the spell with a snarl, ducked under the lunge, and jammed the staff straight up through its chest. Black blood sprayed her face. She shoved the corpse off and slammed the staff into the rock with both hands.

BOOM.

Light burst out, raw and savage. The monsters vaporized mid-scream. The cliff cracked beneath her feet, stone exploding outward.

When the dust settled, she was on one knee, chest heaving, half-conscious. Blood dripped from her side onto the broken cliff.

> [Area Cleared. 320 Game Points Awarded!

Bonus for Area clearing: +20% energy.

Player Goffer Witch you’ve acquired 70% energy!]

Her fingers twitched around the staff. Her lips moved in a soundless laugh.

Alive.

Barely.

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