Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 278 Luckiest Unconscious Man

The air shimmered violently as a rift split open in the center of a grand marble hall.

A swirling portal of void and darkness twisted the space, emitting an eerie hum yet calmly controlled, going so far so show how much control the one behind it had.

The shapes of Mira, Alera, the displeased Zara, and Nysa emerged from it, stepping onto the polished floors with precision and haste.

Alera's face reflected exhaustion, urgency, and the residual tension of a fierce battle.

Mira led the group, her steps resolute despite the weight of Pyris in her arms. He lay unconscious, his head resting against her shoulder, his clothes—a resemblance of a cloak—tarnished and singed.

Behind her, Zara kept a careful pace, her expression somber yet displeased on the inside. Alera followed, Living shadow faintly flickering in her wake showing her frustration, while Nysa lingered near the portal.

Her posture stiff and reserved—her eyes darting through the hall looking at the worried faces of the figures on the other side that welcomes their presences but their eyes...

—The hall was occupied with waiting figures, each rushing forward at the sight of Pyris. It seemed Mira had informed them before and after she got Pyris in her arms.

Emberly, his regal mother, was the first to react. Her composed façade cracked as worry etched across her striking features.

The worry of her son's condition evident in her every movement, he wasn't just a son to her, he was her... Everything. Son and even the forbidden feelings she had for him. Seeing him like this took a shift in her although she knew things like these were inevitable in his life.

Anastasia, his elder sister, strode forward, her usual confidence faltering. Her worry even before he went to the labyrinth had come true—Pyris came back home but in very bad condition.

She shot her mother a look, she's the one who had let her brother take on this quest. "It's fine, he's alive and I will treat my brother myself. Don't worry brother, Big Sister has got you!" She said in her mind.

Aurelia, his second big sister and his woman, remained frozen in place, her wide eyes filled with silent concern.

But she wasn't worried as her big sister, she knew her man and she was sure he will get through this.

The youngest of them, Elsa, the small moon elf's delicate features seemed to crack with the sight before her—she gasped audibly, her hands flying to her mouth. She was so affected than most of them it seemed. In her life, she never had anyone but Pyris—her Big Brother.

Tears welled in her large eyes before cascading down her cheeks.

Rose, Pyris' ever-loyal maid, pushed past the others, her hand instinctively reaching out to touch her master's arm as though to reassure herself he was still alive.

"He's alive," Mira said firmly, her voice breaking the silence. Without waiting for acknowledgment, she carried him toward the stairway, her strength unyielding.

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Pyris' Room

Mira ascended the spiraling staircase, the group trailing behind her. She entered a grand chamber, illuminated by soft golden light.

The halls to his bedroom was adorned with tapestries of battles long past, shelves brimming with rare tomes, they had modern feel, nothing ancient and Pyris could change this design with just a press a button.

In his room was a four-poster king-size bed draped in dark velvet. It exuded both warmth and authority, fitting for someone of Pyris' stature.

She laid him gently on the bed, her movements unusually tender. The rest gathered around him, each finding their place—whether sitting, standing, or pacing.

Mira took her spot on the edge of the bed, her gaze unwavering as she watched over Pyris. Anastasia joined her, kneeling beside her brother, her hands glowing with life energy as she worked to mend his internal injuries.

"Come on brother, heal first, Big Sister will give you anything you want. Just recover please!" She whispered.

"Will B-Big Brother be alright?" Elsa's voice was barely above a whisper, her words trembling with emotion.

Anastasia glanced at her with a soft smile, though her hands never faltered. "He's strong. He'll recover."

Elsa sniffled, wiping at her cheeks, but the worry in her gaze never dimmed, she hugged the kneeling Anastasia's neck who smiled in return.

Alera and Zara remained near the doorway, their postures weary but attentive. When Emberly turned to them with an unspoken question in her eyes, Alera stepped forward and recounted what had happened in the labyrinth—the guardian, the overwhelming power, and Pyris' valiant struggle.

Mira listened although she knew what exactly had happened, her jaw tightening as she processed every word.

Her protective instincts flared, and her eyes darted to Zara more than once, her mistrust evident. Though Zara's expression remained neutral, Mira's animosity didn't go unnoticed.

"If only someone had acted!" Mira muttered.

At the far side of the room, Nysa observed the scene in silence. The sheer depth of care and affection Pyris was receiving overwhelmed her.

She had seen him fight fiercely, survive impossible odds, and yet here he was—surrounded by those who seemed to cherish him beyond reason. The sight made her chest tighten.

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Bowing slightly, she acknowledged them as they faced her, they now knew who she was after the story from Alera, her usual composure faltering.

"Welcome to House Obsidian, Lady Nysa!" They all said at once apart from Zara and Alera who was already familiar with her.

As for Zara, she wasn't an Obsidians, the only reason she was here was Pyris.

Mira shifted her focus to Zara again, her eyes narrowing slightly.

She didn't trust the other woman, not yet. Her disdain was subtle but palpable, lingering in the air between them.

Emberly, watching the dynamic unfold, chuckled softly. "My son and his harem," she murmured, shaking her head. "This will be my greatest entertainment yet."

But inwardly she knew she might also...

"Crazy thoughts,"

Anastasia, too absorbed in healing Pyris, didn't say anything.

Her hands remained steady, the glow intensifying as she poured her energy into him. Pyris' breathing, once shallow, grew steadier. Color returned to his face, and the tension in his frame began to ease.

Anastasia's healing was better than Zara's, in the dragon empire, her Life element was unrivalled, only elves could match her—the most powerful in the elven ranks.

"You'll be fine," Anastasia whispered, more to herself than to him.

Mira, unable to resist her own need to protect him, reached out and brushed her fingers across his forehead. "You're too stubborn," she said softly.

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As the room settled into a strange calm, the atmosphere remained heavy with unspoken words and emotions. Each woman carried her own reasons for being here, her own connection to Pyris.

Yet, for all their differences, they were united by one thing—their unwavering dedication to him.

Nysa, standing at the edge of it all, felt a strange pang of longing. She she felt like she wasn't an outsider here anymore, she couldn't deny the pull of their bond.

Watching them surround Pyris, she realized she had never seen anything like it in her family in her realm.

Emberly's gaze lingered on her son, her smile faint but genuine. "He'll wake up," she said, her voice cutting through the stillness. "And when he does, he'll have all of you to thank."

The room fell silent again, each woman lost in her thoughts as they awaited Pyris' return to consciousness.

But more trouble awaited.

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