Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 240 Defenseless

Pyris raised an eyebrow, his confidence returning as he gestured toward her. "Well, yeah. I think I deserve to know, considering you tried to squash me like a bug."

The tension in the room crackled as her gaze locked with his. Finally, she spoke, her tone heavy with disdain: "I am what mortal minds cannot comprehend—a relic of a time when gods feared the shadows, and mortals trembled at the whispers of eternity."

Pyris smirked, folding his arms. "Sounds fancy. Mind dumbing it down for me?"

Zara snorted, muttering under her breath. "He's going to get himself killed one of these days."

Lady Nysa's eyes narrowed, but there was a flicker of curiosity in her expression.

She stepped closer, her radiant presence as commanding as it was overwhelming. "Thou art bold, boy. Tread carefully, for boldness oft leads to an early grave."

"Yeah, well," Pyris replied, a cocky grin spreading across his face, "if boldness means not letting an ancient drama queen crush me and my friends, I think I'll take my chances."

Zara's snort turned into full-blown laughter. Lady Nysa, however, didn't seem amused. "Thy insolence will be thy undoing, mortal."

Pyris simply grinned wider. He could already tell this wasn't the last clash of wills between him and his new...ally. Or was she an enemy? Time would tell.

But as she waited for Pyris to withdraw his question, Nysa sighed in resignation, seeing his unwavering resolve and the curiosity etched onto his face. It was clear he wasn't going to back down until he knew.

She smiled helplessly. She could ignore his question, and nothing would happen.

Being bound to him didn't mean she was a slave. Their bond was mutual—unless Pyris changed his mind and placed a seal on her, Nysa had the right to refuse his orders or anything related, so long as she didn't harm him.

And he couldn't hurt her either.

Seeing her smile, Pyris was momentarily taken aback. Although it was a helpless smile, it made her face shine brighter, her beauty ineffable, beyond the realm of mortal words.

Nysa possessed an unexplainable charm, one that felt profoundly foreign—so much so that no woman in Argos could compare.

"No," Pyris mused to himself, "it's more than charm; it's like an aura of something beyond the Mortal Realm." Combined with her unparalleled beauty, she was a presence that demanded reverence and admiration.

"O, dear Goddess Lilith of Lust, grant me strength—or better yet, make me so overwhelmed with desire that I won't resist this dangerous ancient beauty before me!" Pyris thought wryly, already battling the urge to ask her outright if her heart was free for the taking.

"Then again, asking directly would make things harder. Conquering her on my terms... Yes, that's the path of the Champion of Lust!"

Unaware of his dangerous thoughts for her, Nysa sighed again before parting her lips to speak.

"Very well," she began, her tone laced with resignation, "I shall do as thou dost wish. I shall tell thee of mine origins... but not here, nor now." She glanced warily at the others, suspicion flickering in her eyes.

She could not divulge such things in their presence. The reason she agreed to tell him at all was that they were bound, and it was clear she would remain by his side for some time.

"The energy in this place..." she thought, her gaze drifting momentarily. "It is not of primal origin—it lacks the essence of mine realm. Likely, Kaelith's men hath cast me far beyond its borders. And this... this feels like mana?"

Her thoughts were interrupted as Pyris, undeterred by her hesitation, waited expectantly. Finally, Nysa tilted her head slightly and posed a question of her own.

"Strange mortal, might thou first grant me thine name and enlighten me as to where we now stand?"

Her formal words drew a faint smile from Pyris. "Strange mortal, huh?" he repeated, amused. There was no point in playing coy with Nysa, so he answered plainly.

"I'm Petne Chaos, and you're currently in Argos, the Mortal Realm of the Godly Realms. Specifically, this creepy, ancient abyss is called the Abyssal Labyrinth..." He went on to recount their location, the labyrinth's ominous nature, and the events leading up to her rescue from the "righteous bastard orb."

Pyris didn't tell her his real name since Seren and Lyra were there.

With every word, Nysa's eyes widened further, disbelief etching itself onto her features. By the time Pyris finished, her jaw had slackened, leaving her mouth agape.

"If I were to throw a fist, it'd probably fit in there," Pyris thought, suppressing a smirk.

Finally, Nysa found her voice, though it trembled slightly. "This far? Dost thou speak of the Divinitarchs—the rulers of thine Godly Realm?!"

The realization hit her like a blow. Kaelith, her brother, had gone to such extremes to ensure she could never return to her realm. To cast her into a place like this—a realm governed by mana instead of primal energy—was both cruel and calculated.

Worst part, she couldn't return there by herself. How would she create a portal without even a sliver of primal energy? And that portal would require...

"I should cease mine fretting for now," she mused to herself, her thoughts weaving through her predicament. "It is not as though I am in desperate need to return. Mine realm is not endangered—nor am I some hero or powerhouse capable of tipping the scales of fate or altering the tides of battle!"

As powerful as Nysa was, she knew how insignificant her being would be in the face of a battle capable of threatening her entire realm.

And truthfully, it wasn't as if anything could realistically threaten her realm—not anything she knew of, at least.

"There is no reason to rush blindly back, only to fall prey to Kaelith's machinations once more."

That bastard would stop at nothing to keep her far from her realm. He had already proven he would go to extraordinary lengths to banish her. Their parents? They would only watch in bemused detachment, as they always did, finding entertainment in the ceaseless squabbles of their "little siblings."

No, there was no immediate need to concern herself with survival.

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"Now that I possess a fragment of his Life Force, I can subsist on mana alone. Though it hath cost me mine freedom, binding me to the boy," she thought, her gaze flitting momentarily toward Pyris.

But being bound to him wasn't entirely disagreeable. With his guidance, navigating this unfamiliar realm would be far easier. Perhaps, in time, she might even encounter the so-called Divinitarchs/Gods of this realm, who were said to be formidable. The prospect intrigued her.

Another anomaly, however, caught her attention.

Her earlier outburst of pressure—an unrestrained release of her essence—should have disrupted the realm's fundamental Order, drawing the ire of its protectors. Yet nothing had happened.

"Curious," she thought. "This realm's Order is resilient, impervious to mine touch. That alone shall shield me from unwelcome attention. The Divinitarchs shall have no cause to hunt me down for disrupting their laws."

But to keep herself out of gods' intervention, she had to restrain from using her energy, not even a fraction of it. Her essence, even if she used mana—the same energy as every being in Goldy Realms—the gods would realize her presence and that she didn't belong here.

That realization alone was a tremendous relief as wells as a reminder—Should the Divinitarchs converge upon her, she knew she stood no chance against their combined might.

Still, she could not rely entirely on Pyris.

"Though I lack the means to fight presently, I am far from defenseless."

"Immortal realm, hmm? 'Tis the sole place where I might find mine footing once more? Then so be it—I must lean upon the protection of this strange mortal," Nysa murmured inwardly, her thoughts a calculated blend of resignation and strategy.

Unless her foe were an immortal of advanced stature, no mere mortal, nor even an early-stage immortal, would possess the power to harm her.

Yes, while she lacked the ability to actively fight, she was far from defenseless.

"I shall remain with this boy for now," she decided, her sharp eyes briefly appraising Pyris. "The power structures of this realm are unfamiliar to me, so I must 'collect' from him."

"Strange mortal," she finally addressed him, her voice carrying the cadence of ancient authority, "I hold what thou dost seek, yet it shall not be freely given. A bargain must be struck."

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Divinitarchs are gods—that's what Nysa calls them.