Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 347 Ruin And...

The moment he decided not to reveal it, he had made an even bigger decision—to never even think about it again. Not because he didn't want to, but because according to Lia and the system itself, even he couldn't control it.

But power had a way of demanding attention.

The stronger he became, the harder Ruin fought against its chains. The system had been doing its best to keep it locked down, but it had reached its limit. Unless Pyris dumped most of his Lust Points into reinforcing the seal, Ruin wasn't staying contained. That's why Pyris didn't even consider ever using these points no matter how much of them he got, somewhere in-between he had forgotten about using them.

That's why he was so relieved that he could use Eternal's Seal without the points because he didn't know how long it will take for him to control Ruin by himself.

And so he had made yet another sacrifice—he had given up his own LPs just to keep Ruin caged. The irony. A man with limitless hunger, starving out his own power to keep it in check.

But even that wasn't enough anymore.

That terrifying moment back in the forge room still lingered. The notification had hit him like a hammer, chilling him to the bone.

[Ding! Ruin can't be contained anymore!

The LPs are not powerful enough to suppress it!]

He had nearly stumbled when the words rang in his head. The pressure, the sheer wrongness of the force trying to break free had made his entire body tense.

But he wasn't weak. Not anymore.

Maybe... just maybe... he was finally strong enough to handle it.

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His vision flickered to his remaining points.

[LPs available: 40...]

The numbers were dropping—faster than ever before. Ruin wasn't just straining against its prison anymore. It was devouring the very thing keeping it locked away.

[...10... 5...

The Seal is broken!]

Pyris clenched his fists.

It was time.

BOOOOOOOMMM!

The entire training hall shook as if reality itself had been sucker-punched. The air split apart with a violent crack, waves of pure destruction rippling outward in chaotic, uncontrolled bursts. A deafening hum filled Pyris' ears—like a chorus of a thousand dying stars screaming their last breath.

The system's notifications were a distant blur now, lost in the avalanche of raw, unstoppable power flooding into his very being.

This... this was Ruin.

It wasn't just energy. It wasn't fire or lightning or even Void. No, this was something worse—something that shouldn't exist. It burned through him, unraveling the fabric of the world around him, not just within him. The very concept of stability seemed to break apart in its presence.

BOOOOOOMMM!

The world around him cracked.

No, not just the training hall—the world itself. That's how he felt...

Pyris barely had time to scream before the agony hit. It wasn't like fire burning his flesh. It wasn't like ice freezing him from the inside out. It wasn't even like the void gnawing at the edges of his existence.

This was worse.

Every nerve in his body ignited in white-hot torment, but the pain wasn't just physical. It was everywhere. His mind, his soul—something deep, fundamental inside him was being torn apart.

This isn't power. This isn't an awakening.

It was undoing.

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Ruin wasn't flooding into him—it was ripping itself from him.

Pyris collapsed to his knees, nails digging into the fracturing ground, his breath coming in sharp, strangled gasps. He could feel it—something clawing its way out of his very being. It wasn't just taking his energy; it was taking pieces of him.

Memories flickered—were they disappearing? Were they being rewritten?

The agony was unbearable.

'Make it stop.' The thought slammed into him, raw and real. His instincts—his very survival—screamed at him to end it. Now. His own hands trembled, reaching toward his throat, his chest—anything to make it stop.

No, no, no.

This wasn't right. This wasn't supposed to happen. Power wasn't supposed to feel like this. This was—

A mistake.

Pyris had felt pain before—wounds that left him breathless, burns that seared deep, even the void's chilling touch gnawing at his soul. But this? This was on a different level.

It started from within, as if his bones were fracturing, his veins tearing apart strand by strand. It wasn't just pain—it was something leaving him. Not siphoning energy, not consuming his essence. Tearing. Ripping away something so deeply intertwined with his being that, for a moment, he questioned if he could survive without it—then it stopped entirely!

His breath hitched. His vision blurred.

He felt it. Ruin wasn't flooding into him—it was pulling itself out. Like it had always been there, buried so deep within him that not even the system had been able to contain it. The LPs weren't enough anymore; even the seals had been eaten away. The power had decided for itself. And Pyris was nothing more than a spectator in his own damn awakening.

The agony reached its peak. Something snapped.

The world stilled?

Pyris collapsed, gasping, his body trembling as if he'd barely survived an execution. But instead of an overwhelming surge of newfound power, instead of the intoxicating rush that came with ascending, he felt... empty. Hollow, like a vital piece of him had just been carved out.

His breath hitched. His vision blurred. Something was wrong.

Then, it ripped.

A force unlike anything Pyris had ever felt tore through him—not from the outside, but from within. Like claws sinking into his very essence, hooking deep into something fundamental, something that had always been there, hidden beneath flesh, bone, and soul.

And it was being pulled out.

His muscles locked. His veins burned. His mind screamed as if his very existence was unraveling. He could feel it again like before—a piece of himself, something ancient, something vital—being stripped away.

Not drained. Not consumed. Rewritten.

The more it pulled, the more Pyris felt like he was losing something crucial—the feeling this time it was more than before. Like his body was rejecting a part of itself he never even knew existed. His vision darkened, his limbs trembled, and for a fleeting moment, he wasn't sure if he would survive it.

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The unbearable weight disappeared. The universe seemed to hold its breath.

Pyris collapsed forward, chest heaving, vision blurred.

His fingers twitched against the ruined floor. His body was still there. He was still breathing. So then... why did it feel like he wasn't whole anymore?

A strange warmth spread across his lap.

At first, he thought it was blood or maybe it was just residual energy, maybe the last remnants of Ruin taking shape. But when he forced his eyes open, what he saw nearly made him black out again.

What. The. Fuck.

A creature sat there.

No. Not just sat—it was nestled against him, round and soft and absurdly at peace. Not a shadow of destruction. Not a wraith of annihilation. Not an embodiment of divine terror.

Just a small, chubby thing sitting comfortably on his lap.

It made no damn sense.

Its wings, tucked neatly against its plump body, were far too large for something so tiny. Majestic, powerful… but ridiculously out of place. And then there were its eyes—huge, glassy, reflecting something unfathomable, something beyond time, beyond reality itself.

Pyris blinked, too drained to even process what he was seeing.

It made no damn sense.

Its round body was impossibly soft, a deep black with streaks of iridescent silver running across its fur—or was it feathers? Both? Neither? Pyris' brain refused to categorize it. It simply was.

It blinked up at him.

Glass-like, too-big eyes stared into his. There was no malice, no recognition—just... existence.

Pyris tried to move. His limbs felt like lead.

The creature just wriggled into a more comfortable position on his lap and let out a soft, content sigh. And then, as if nothing in the world was out of place, the little thing yawned, stretched its stubby limbs, and promptly flopped onto its back.

Pyris' brain completely shut down.

His entire body still felt like hell, his mind barely piecing itself back together from the sheer trauma of what just happened. And yet, this thing—this absurd, winged lump of—

Just decided to exist in the middle of it all.

It wriggled, getting comfortable. Let out a soft, lazy sleepy "mleh."

Pyris rubbed his face with both hands.

What. The actual. Fuck.