Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 349 Deeper Understanding

Pyris exhaled deeply, his golden eyes dropping to the creature now nestled comfortably in his lap. He reached out, tilting his head as he inspected it from different angles, curiosity burning in his gaze. The more he looked, the more he felt—a connection, an undeniable bond that seemed to grow stronger with each passing second.

It was as if his soul recognized Ruin, like it had always been there, waiting.

He wasn't sure if that thought comforted him or terrified him.

But Ruin? Ruin didn't seem to care.

The tiny, winged creature let out a soft, innocent squeak, rubbing its chubby face against his hand. Pyris blinked. How the fuck was this the most dangerous element in existence?

Instead of radiating destruction, Ruin was acting like a damn house pet. It tried flapping its stubby wings—only to flop over onto its side with a dramatic little noise of defeat. Pyris chuckled, lifting it back up, but the stubborn thing immediately tried again.

Flap. Flap.

Thud.

"You're really pathetic, huh?" Pyris muttered, amused.

But the little creature was relentless. Each time it fell, it stood up again, taking more steps before stumbling. First two. Then three. Then five.

It was adapting.

Growing.

And at a terrifying speed.

Pyris' smirk faded slightly. That was something to keep an eye on.

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Later, Pyris sat cross-legged in the middle of the ruined hall, his muscles relaxing as he took a deep, controlled breath. The air around him shifted, mana swirling like an unseen storm.

He needed to concentrate, consolidate. To refine everything he had gained.

Ascending to Rank 17 had come purely from awakening Ruin, but that was only one source of power. His body was still brimming with hidden energy, untapped potential—energy he had gained from the women.

Most of them had given him small boosts. Nothing major.

But Emberly? Zara? And more than anyone else—Alexa?

They were stronger than him. Zara and Emberly had given him more but Alexa's energy was more pontent and so refined that it felt more divine if not more after her recent awakening.

Pyris clenched his fists, feeling the surge of raw power waiting to be cultivated, waiting to be consolidated. This wasn't going to be a simple breakthrough. It was going to be a long night.

Nearby, Ruin sat watching him, its tiny eyes wide with curiosity. Pyris ignored it, focusing inward.

Then—BOOM.

Power erupted around him, shaking the ground.

And with that, he began.

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Pyris vanished in a flicker of energy, the ruined hall dissolving around him as he reappeared deep within the vast, untamed wilderness. Towering trees stretched endlessly, their canopies blotting out most of the moonlight, leaving only slivers of silver piercing through the dense leaves. The forest house stood in the distance, but he didn't stop there.

He needed more space.

Stepping past the house, Pyris ventured deeper into the wilderness, the air shifting around him as his power subtly bled into the world. The ground trembled beneath his boots. Even without doing anything yet, his sheer presence sent waves rippling through the environment.

Then, with a slow exhale, he let go.

BOOOOM!

A shockwave of raw power erupted from his body, sending a violent gust of wind tearing through the trees. Leaves scattered. Branches snapped like twigs. The very air crackled with unstable energy, bending to his will.

Pyris raised his hand, summoning the void.

The space in front of him collapsed inward, forming a dense, swirling mass of absolute nothingness. With a flick of his wrist, the sphere expanded, tendrils of the void element reaching out, devouring everything they touched—trees, rocks, even the very air.

Pyris stood tall in the heart of the small forest, the air thick with the hum of untapped power coursing through his veins. His mind was focused, his body attuned to the elemental forces around him. He had the void locked in his control, but he knew that wasn't all he had. There were other powers waiting to be unleashed.

He took a deep breath, and with a single thought, the released void mana responded. A swirling orb of nothingness appeared in his palm, crackling with the potential to erase anything in its path. He didn't hesitate.

A flick of his wrist sent the it, expanding into the air, sucking up everything in its path. Trees splintered and disintegrated as the space itself folded inward. The roar of wind swirled in a chaotic symphony around him, the forest twisting into oblivion.

Yet as powerful as the void was, it had limits. It erased—but it never created. It was a power of destruction, an unmaking, but it left behind an absence, a hollow void that was fundamentally unnatural. The universe hated empty spaces. That was why time and fate could sometimes undo what the Void had taken. It was the paradox of its existence—it was absolute, yet reversible.

But Pyris wasn't satisfied with just one element. He had many more to test.

A mere thought, and the fabric of reality itself bent to his will. He stretched his hand forward, and the air before him ripped open, forming a small tear in space. Through it, he could see a distant view of a cliffside, a parallel fragment of reality. For a moment, he felt the immense pressure of the distortion.

Space was more than just teleportation or dimensional rifts. It was about control—over distance, over movement, over the very nature of reality itself. A master of Space didn't just teleport; they dictated the rules of movement, deciding where something could or couldn't be.

"Interesting…" he muttered. The power to manipulate space, while exhilarating, still felt raw. Unrefined.

Then... Pyris gritted his teeth, trying to push the essence of Time into a defined form. He closed his eyes, feeling the pulse of time shift around him. In an instant, he twisted his will, attempting to accelerate time.

The world around him blurred for a split second before snapping back to its normal rhythm. His breath caught in his chest. Time was fickle, and his control over it felt weaker than he'd hoped.

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Unlike Space, which bent easily under his will, Time was an unyielding river. It refused to be controlled outright—it had to be coaxed, manipulated in whispers, not commands. Pyris realized that true mastery of Time would require understanding how it flowed, not just forcing it to bend.

Pyris exhaled slowly, his breath steady as the air around him pulsed with the weight of revelation. Now that he had ascended to Rank 17, everything felt different. Clearer. It wasn't just about power—it was about understanding.

The elements he wielded had never been just raw forces to be unleashed. They had meaning. Depth. Purpose. He had barely scratched the surface before.

Now, the truth unfolded before him like an ancient script written into the fabric of the universe itself.

"No problem," Pyris muttered, flexing his fingers as power thrummed through his veins. "Now I can see it all. Let's check out the others."

It was going to be a long night really!