Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 350 Deeper Elemental Understanding

Then came Earth. He didn't need to focus long to feel the dark golden energy surge through his veins. It pulsed, shifting with an almost organic, growing power. He had felt this ever since merging with Seraphina, but its true nature was still unclear.

Pyris slammed his hand against the ground, and the earth responded. The soil rumbled, cracking and shifting into towering formations of rock and dust. He smiled, feeling the ground under his feet pulse with power.

Earth wasn't just about brute force—it was about foundation, endurance, and adaptability. His golden Earth element wasn't normal, though. It felt alive, almost like a separate entity within him. Why had it changed after sex with Seraphina? He still didn't know, but he intended to find out.

With another thought, the dry, golden grains of sand swirled around him, whipping through the air in a blinding storm. They cut through the trees, their fine particles swirling into formations at his command.

Sand was fickle—fluid like water, yet sharp like blades. It was neither solid nor liquid, yet it carried the strengths of both. It was adaptable, slipping through the cracks of stronger elements, filling gaps where others failed.

Yet, it still felt wild. Sand was meant to be free-flowing, and Pyris realized he was trying to force it into structure when it wasn't meant to be contained. He would need to adjust his approach to master it fully.

On another element... A burst of golden light erupted from his palm, casting everything in an otherworldly glow. It felt natural, soothing even, as the light streamed from him like an endless river. He spun it around him, shaping it into shields, beams, and radiant waves of power.

But Light wasn't just about illumination or purity. It was relentless. It exposed, it burned, it eradicated shadows. Pyris knew now that light could be as merciless as it was warm.

Then came Fire. Flames erupted, licking at the edges of the forest. Pyris reveled in the warmth, but there was something too much about it. The fire was brilliant, unstoppable—but uncontrolled.

Fire wasn't just about destruction. It was passion, hunger, movement. Pyris realized he wasn't wielding fire properly—he was trying to contain it. That was the mistake. Fire thrived on release, not restriction.

Golden lightning followed, flickering through the air with crackling intensity. Pyris raised his hand, and lightning danced across his fingers, weaving around him like a storm of raw, chaotic power.

Lightning was speed, precision, untamed fury. It struck with absolute certainty, faster than thought. Pyris realized he had been treating it like fire, when in truth, it was something else entirely—it was inevitability.

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A surge of deep, primal energy rippled through his body. Blood was more than just fuel for his existence—it was a contract. A binding force between power and life itself.

He willed it to move, and instantly, the blood within him responded, heating up like molten gold in his veins. He could feel everything—the rush of his heart, the pulsing rhythm of his cells, the raw force of vitality surging beneath his skin. This was a new approach but he didn't want to tap deeper into Blood, not now.

Pyris took a breath and clicked his fingers.

Nothing.

And then—

BOOM.

A delayed shockwave erupted outward, flattening trees in a perfect circle around him. The power wasn't in the motion—it was in the vibration. Sound wasn't about volume—it was about precision.

A mere whisper could shatter bones. A simple hum could slice through steel. If he controlled the right frequency, he could make matter resonate until it crumbled into dust. He flicked his wrist, sending a subtle wave of energy through the air. It was silent. Completely undetectable. But when it hit a boulder in the distance—

CRACK. The stone fractured from the inside out.

Pyris smirked. "Damn. This one's got potential. Let's see... Can I make a woman orgasm with just utilizing my sound element. Oh, there's lightining too but I haven't tried that one as well. Ah~ my earthly mind had been on rest. I always fantasized about this shit but now that I can do it, I had completely forgotten about it. Tsk, don't do that again."

He could imagine Emberly screaming when small bolts of lightining made her orgasm.

"Ah~ imagine the faces of gods they will make it they realize what I am planning to do with the lost element. Okay, enough of that, it's trying my new improvement with Superspeed. Maybe I can even beet the Flash on this!"

He shifted.

That was the only way to describe it.

One moment, he was standing still. The next, he was on the other side of the clearing, the world dragging behind him in a warped blur. Time hadn't slowed down. He had simply moved faster than it could process.

Superspeed wasn't just about running fast. It was about momentum, inertia, and the manipulation of perception. The reason everything looked like it was crawling when he moved wasn't because time slowed down—it was because he was existing in a different rhythm altogether. It felt like time and superspeed were the same. No, they definitely the same one way or another!

And then, an idea struck him.

"What if… I didn't just move fast?" What if he could steal speed? Take it from others? Make them move slower while he moved even faster?

Pyris grinned. "That's gonna be fun to test out later. But could be impossible as well, let's keep the imagination in check!"

The next power was one he had rarely used. He let it rise slowly, feeling its presence creep through him like a shadow.

Death.

It didn't burn like fire. It didn't surge like lightning. It was simply… there. Waiting.

A quiet inevitability.

He stretched out his hand, and a single leaf detached from a tree, drifting down toward his palm. The moment it touched his skin—

It withered.

The color bled from it instantly, the veins turning black, the edges curling into nothingness. Within seconds, it had disintegrated into dust.

Pyris watched in fascination. Death wasn't about killing—it was about ending. It was the force that decided when something had reached its time. And if he could wield it properly, then maybe, just maybe… he could choose what should live and what should die with a thought?

Maybe the Eye Of Death could do this? But Pyris was reluctant to use that power. Not today!

Next he raised his hand, summoning water from the air. The droplets hovered, shimmering in the moonlight, shifting and swirling like a liquid dance.

Water was… limitless. It could be calm or violent. A lifegiver or a destroyer. It could adapt to any shape, take on any form.

But Ice—

Pyris clenched his fist.

The water instantly froze.

Ice was the perfect stillness. Unmovable. Unbreakable maybe if perfectly perfected. If Water was adaptability, Ice was absolute control! For a long time, he had underestimated these elements, pushing them aside for the flashier ones like fire, lightning, and space and didn't even use them that much. But now, he could see the truth.

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It was free.

Ice wasn't stagnant.

It was unshakable.

And with a thought, the frozen water shattered, scattering into mist.

Pyris exhaled, the rush of knowledge settling into him like pieces of a puzzle finally snapping into place.

He had been using his elements all wrong. They weren't just weapons to be thrown around. Each of them had a deeper purpose, a hidden nature that made them so much more than just raw power.

And now?

Now he understood.

A slow grin spread across his face.

"Alright," he muttered, rolling his shoulders. "Time to get serious."