Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 239 Wanderer Soul & The Wild Cards!

Pyris gestured vaguely toward the orb in the center of the room, its cracks now glowing faintly. "Not me. Blame the shiny ball of doom for making you it's slave first. And then maybe blame yourself. You're the one who decided absorbing my life force was a good idea. But lastly... Come on thank me for saving you."

Her eyes flicked toward the orb, and for the first time, a shadow of uncertainty crossed her face. "This... thing might...tis no ordinary artifact. Its powers eludes me still."

"Yeah, well, welcome to the club," Pyris said dryly.

Lady Nysa tilted her head slightly, her piercing gaze never leaving him. Despite her anger, there was something...curious in her expression now. "Thou art strange, boy. Perhaps not as insignificant as thou seemeth."

Pyris smirked, his confidence returning in full force. "Oh, I'm flattered. Now, Lady Nysa, how about we stop trying to kill each other and figure out how the hell we get back to business?"

The chamber fell into an uneasy silence, the tension between them still palpable but no longer suffocating. For the first time, Lady Nysa hesitated—not out of fear, but consideration.

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Pyris could have felt flattered—having an immortal companion now tied to his severed fate should've been a win. Yet, Lady Nysa screamed trouble. The kind of trouble that didn't knock politely but tore down the doors of peace and stability. If he wasn't to not play this new Wild Card well— she was a trouble that would swallow him whole.

And now, he had to go and make her a Wanderer, untethered from fate like himself.

"Well, she made herself like that. Who the hell told her to get greedy and suck my life force?" Pyris thought bitterly.

Either way, what was done was done. There was no undoing it now.

On second thought, perhaps there was a silver lining. Pyris couldn't help but acknowledge that, thanks to his disconnection from fate and destiny, his Wanderer identity was proving to be its own wildcard. That identity alone was the reason he'd stumbled upon Lady Nysa here in the Abyssal Labyrinth—an ally of unfathomable power that no mortal should've been able to make.

That severance was what had led him to a powerful ally he wouldn't have been able to find soon—or perhaps ever—in his journey.

"She'll be a powerful ally, right?" Pyris murmured, trying to convince himself.

But then, something else came to mind—something that sent a shiver through him.

Elsa...

"Could finding Elsa also have been the work of my Wanderer identity? After all, how else could I have stumbled upon a soul like hers a soul of....?" he wondered his thoughts going back to that time.

Elsa, like Lady Nysa, was another wild card—a tier higher than even Zara!

Pyris muttered to himself, listing everything he'd encountered so far: "The Eyeball. The Unknown-Rank Forgery Skill. Lady Nysa."

He paused.

"...What else is this Wanderer Soul going to hand me—or worse, throw me into?" Pyris grimaced.

His thoughts trailed back to the system's ominous notifications:

[Ding! Lady Nysa's fate has been tied to yours after draining your Life Force.]

[Ding! Lady Nysa has broken from the shackles of Fate and Destiny! Fate has recognized you as an abomination.]

[Warning: An Unknown Entity has recognized you.]

[New Mission Generated: Run to save your life or confront the entity.]

[Rewards: Survival... if you're smart—or cowardly enough.]

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An abomination, huh? Pyris mulled over the weight of that word, the way it clung to him like a brand.

Lady Nysa had shattered her chains after draining his Life Force—a feat not easily overlooked by Fate itself. It wasn't surprising that it had retaliated by labeling him something so… other.

An Abomination.

"What does this even mean now?" Pyris muttered to himself, pacing with his hands running through his hair.

The answer wasn't far-fetched. "I'm a secret, aren't I?" he reasoned. "A living loophole for anyone who dares to sever their threads from Fate and Destiny. That's why they called me an Abomination."

It wasn't just his defiance of cosmic forces—his own freedom had been an anomaly, tolerated but overlooked. But the moment he granted that same "liberty" to another—especially someone as ancient and powerful as Lady Nysa—it became an outright rebellion against the grand design.

"Was she put here thanks to the strings of fate? Now I had to go on and untether her?"

At first, Fate and Destiny had been indifferent to his existence. His disconnection was an isolated curiosity, insignificant to the larger scheme. But now? He had introduced a ripple.

If he had showed others the door out of the prison they haven't even realize they were in. And that…

"Fate won't have that," Pyris muttered grimly.

His mind raced as he pieced together the puzzle. How had this happened?

Lady Nysa had absorbed his Life Force, but was that alone enough to sever her threads from Fate? Or was there something unique about her?

"No," Pyris thought, narrowing his eyes. "This isn't just about her. This is about me. It's because of the madness swirling inside me. All the chaos—the anomalies—it must've made this possible."

The realization hit him like a thunderbolt. He wasn't just an outlier. He was a catalyst. He wasn't just unbound; he was the one who could unbind others.

It explained why Fate didn't intervene when he cut himself loose. But now? Now, Pyris was a threat.

"What kind of trouble am I walking into?" Pyris muttered, pacing once more. His gaze drifted to Lady Nysa, who seemed to radiate defiance even in her subdued state.

Her liberation had come with a price—a crack in the Cosmic Order. And Pyris had paid that price with his own soul.

He sighed, exasperated. "All this because she couldn't resist my Life Force. Really, couldn't she just leave it alone?"

But no, she'd gone ahead and tied herself to him. And now, they were both targets.

The implications didn't stop there. Pyris remembered the system's ominous warnings.

[Warning: An Unknown Entity has recognized you.]

[Mission Generated: Run to save your life or confront the entity.]

Yes, he had caught the attention of an Unknown Entity—someone the system explicitly warned him to run from at all costs. That meant one terrifying thing: the being was here.

"Lady Nysa?" Pyris muttered under his breath. If she was the one, why had the system issued the warning? It knew he had leverage—strings he could pull to stop her madness. Yet, the system's urgency hinted at something far worse.

Then there was the pressure. A suffocating, crushing force that nearly broke him and Zara.

It had been her, no doubt. "She was literally going to squash us like bugs," Pyris thought grimly. But that had been before—before she woke up fully.

What now? What was this ancient, mad being going to do once she came to her senses?

If he didn't figure out a way to stop her... The system had already calculated the outcome. The only certainty was death.

"Fucking hell!" Pyris swore aloud, drawing curious glances from the others.

He cleared his throat, forcing a strained smile. "Ahem. Ah, Lady Nysa, what, uh... what race do you belong to?" His voice faltered slightly. He needed answers, and he needed them now.

Taking a closer look, he finally noticed the glowing sigils etched across her body—Eternal's Seal sigils, pulsing ominously with a mix of black, pink, and golden energy.

Before she woke, the sigils might have allowed him to contain her. But now? The pink and gold swirled within the darkness like greedy tendrils, binding her to him in some grotesque pact.

"Greedy little thing tied herself to me," Pyris muttered under his breath, clenching his fists. "Because I'm just that delicious, huh?" He snorted, forcing a smirk.

The truth sank in. Sealing her wasn't even necessary now, not yet. But she was awake, and he couldn't afford a single, at least misstep and she was bound to him now.

"A delicacy for a sleeping beauty," Pyris mused aloud, his smirk turning into a grin. "Well, can't blame her. I am irresistible." He chuckled, though his stomach churned with unease.

Lady Nysa's lips curled into a sneer, her voice cold and commanding: "Thou darest to inquire of my nature, mortal?"

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