Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!-Chapter 418: Mind Pagoda and Ruin

Pyris opened his eyes, but he didn’t move—not yet.

The bedroom around him was silent, bathed in a sleepy, silver light bleeding through the curtains. The sheets clung to his body, warm and weightless. But his thoughts were already elsewhere—drifting, circling, spiraling around one question that refused to leave the center of his mind. A question that echoed with no words, yet thundered through every corridor of his soul.

And then he slipped.

Not out of bed—but out of self.

His soul unraveled gently, as if his body was nothing more than an afterthought, and descended into the vast, divine core that churned at the center of his being.

The Mana Pool.

But calling it that was... almost insulting now. It was no longer a "pool"—it was an entire cosmos. An ocean with no end. An abyss glowing with terrifying beauty. And today—it had grown again.

Pyris’s foot touched the surface, and the world beneath him obeyed.

The dark golden mana, rich like liquified dusk, shimmered at his presence. It didn’t ripple. It bubbled—just beneath the stillness—alive and boiling with unseen pressure, as though molten divinity was trying to push up and erupt, but bowed to his will.

He waved his hand lazily, like a painter bored with perfection.

And the mana obeyed.

It rose slowly, spiraling upward in long twisting streams, weightless yet dense, like water enchanted by ancient laws. It shimmered with shadowed gold—so potent that beside it, other mana would feel like diluted milk. His mana glowed, hummed, sang—and when he moved his wrist again, it danced. He made it curl around his arm, twist like a snake, then scatter into threads that hovered before gently settling like mist across the endless plane once more.

And then—without sound, without thought—he waved his hand again.

The ocean stired!

One blink, and he stood thousands upon thousands of miles away from where he had been just a breath ago. Yet the vast sea beneath him remained—unchanged, eternal. A god could drown in it and not find the bottom.

But this place was different.

Here, there was something else.

It stood alone on the mirrored surface of his mana—a Pagoda.

Tall. Majestic. Carved from starlight and obsidian, it shimmered with golden veins that pulsed in rhythm with Pyris’s own breath. Each tier stretched skyward with delicate balance, wrapped in curling roofs of onyx tiles. Lanterns floated gently along its edges, glowing with ancient memory. The stillness around it was sacred—untouchable.

And beneath it—far below, hidden in the endless depth of mana—Ruin slept.

Ruin.

It breathed beneath the beauty like a serpent curled in wait. Not malevolent. Just... inevitable.

And Pyris, standing above it all, stared in silence.

What startled Pyris more than anything that he didn’t even pay attention to the pagoda wasn’t just it’s presence—but the exchange. Mana was flowing from her body into his Mana pool, and at the same time, mana from the pool was flowing into it. A silent, circular communion. An energy loop that should’ve never been possible.

But it wasn’t balanced.

No. The mana flowing from it’s body shimmered with a level of purity that outclassed the mana returning to it from the pool. There was a brilliance to it—a raw, refined elegance. It was like watching spring water turned into liquid gold. One was born of nature’s untouched breath.

The other, no matter how divine, had been shaped, molded, and tamed.

And then it clicked.

Ruin.

That was the missing link.

"Ruin is the one who’s increased the potence of my mana," Pyris realized, eyes narrowing with quiet awe. It wasn’t just a passive change—it was refinement. A transformation so subtle and internal he hadn’t noticed it until now. Ruin hadn’t simply nested in his mana pool like a dormant beast. It had been doing something. Something... alchemical.

But this wasn’t always the case.

He remembered clearly—Ruin never refined his mana before. It had always been a watcher, a slumbering force. Until recently.

Until after the Moonveil incident!

That incident. The surge of pain, of ancient memories flooding his mind, of energy ripping through every fiber of his soul like a celestial storm—and Ruin, who had absorbed all of it.

"Not until after absorbing all the energy from me... that nearly tore me apart," he thought grimly.

That was the moment everything changed.

Ruin had absorbed power laced with more than divine. Moon’s echoes. The whispers of stillness and fate. And now, it was doing more than sleeping in his core—it was reshaping him from the inside out.

And yet... Pyris felt a chill—not from fear, but from uncertainty.

What else could she do that I don’t even know about?

Could she absorb the entire lifeforce of the mortal realm?

Could she perhaps devour a god?

The terrifying part wasn’t imagining that possibility—it was not knowing the answer. Not knowing if the ancient presence curled beneath the pagoda was still bound to him... or evolving into something far beyond his control.

Pyris narrowed his eyes and looked down at the creature wobbling near his feet.

It blinked up at him.

Round. Chubby. Utterly adorable. Its fur was a plush blend of grey and starlight blue, with ears that looked almost too big for its small head. Its tail flicked lazily like it had no care in the world, and when it blinked, the eyes gleamed like tiny twin moons.

He bent down, hands curling beneath its plump little belly, and lifted it up like a confused dad holding a baby he didn’t remember fathering.

"...What are you even?"

It stared back at him—expression blank, but not dumb. In fact, Pyris had the oddest feeling the damn thing understood him. It wasn’t a fox, not quite a wolf, and definitely not some normal spirit beast. It had no race, no class, not even a trace of cosmic tagging. Just Ruin—an entity with no beginning or name.

And then he asked the inevitable.

"What gender are you even?"

Ruin blinked once, tilted its head... and casually scratched him.

A tiny paw swipe. Light. Petty. Deliberate.

"Ah—hey!" Pyris flinched, almost dropping the fuzzy menace before quickly setting it back down on the polished mana floor of the pagoda. Ruin huffed—still blank-faced but obviously unimpressed.

"Yup. That’s enough of that."

With a sigh, Pyris sat down cross-legged in the middle of the pagoda. The soft hum of his mana resonated around him, a sacred echo trapped in gold and silence. His eyes softened, then narrowed again.

"System," he called out—not with desperation, but with expectation.

This place—this visit—it wasn’t just because he hadn’t seen Ruin since the Moonveil incident. No. It was also about the question that had been drilling holes in his skull for days now.

His game—his own damn system—had rejected him.

The very moment he created his player profile, it was like the world itself had looked at him and said: No.

Sure, technically it wasn’t completely his. He’d built it with his mother but Goddess Lilith had changed it, layered it with new systems of balance and fate, but everyone else knew he had the upper hand in it.

The Mortal Realm knew.

And yet...

"That’s not important!" he snapped aloud, shaking his head. "System—why the fuck was I rejected?!"

Mana trembled.

[Host. Have you ever heard of the Endlesses?]

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