Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 251 Elite Class... Rank 17

The group moved in tighter formation, Lyra and Nysa guiding them through a narrow opening in the labyrinth wall. It was barely wide enough for their bodies, the rough stone scraping their arms as they squeezed through.

"Alera, are you stuck?" Pyris asked, glancing back at the struggling Alera. Had she gained weight?

"No," Alera growled, it was embarrassing in everyway "I'm just... taking my time."

"You sure? It looks like your... assets are holding you back." her breasts and ass were still stick in the small stony path.

"Pyris, I swear—"

"Focus," Nysa interrupted, her voice calm bark but commanding. "Beyond this threshold lies the terrain thou seekest."

After the short path which right now every woman here apart from Nysa—loathed—they emerged into a dark swamp.

"Tell me anything but not going through that path again!" Seren complained. She had the biggest ass so she faced the worst experience.

"Well it was quite a show!"

"""Pervert!"""

"..."

Before them was the infamous Shadowed Swamp...

The air turned thick and humid, carrying the sharp tang of rot and decay. The ground beneath them oozed with dark, murky water that reached their knees.

Every step felt like a fight against a sucking force eager to pull them under.

"Lovely place," Pyris said, his tone dry.

"Shut up," Lyra snapped, swatting at a cloud of biting insects buzzing around her head.

"Hey young lady, be nice to handsomes, okay?"Pyris chuckled but knew when to stop, there was something to explore now.

The swamp felt alive, but not in the way any of them liked. Every tree had a twisted, sinister shape, their gnarled branches drooping low as if they were trying to reach for the group. Around them, strange carnivorous plants loomed—massive, pulsating blooms with jagged petals and tendrils that swayed hypnotically.

"What are those?" Seren asked, pointing at one particularly large plant that shivered as they approached.

"Carnivorous herbs," Nysa replied. "They art not merely plants; they art predators. A single misstep, and thou shalt find thyself consumed."

Alera stepped carefully, her Living Shadows writhing around her legs, testing the swamp for stability. "This place is worse than the beasts," she muttered.

"Agreed, Ancient beauty," Lyra said, her hand resting on her blade.

Nysa just smiled at the strange nickname, she kind of liked it.

But before they could even plan, the first plant attacked without warning.

A tendril lashed out, wrapping around Seren's arm and pulling her toward the gaping maw of a monstrous flower. She screamed out of surprise than fear, to the sudden unseen attack, struggling against its strong grip.

Before she could fight back someone wanted the spotlight...

"Not today, Plantie we still need her, you see," Pyris growled, slashing through the tendril with a blade of fire. The severed appendage writhed before sinking back into the water.

"I would have handled that one!" Seren retorted, Pyris saving her against a weak beast made her feel weak too.

"You're welcome, Nightshade," he rolled his eyes.

"Stay alert!" Zara called, her voice cutting through the chaos. "These things are everywhere!"

Lyra swung her sword in a wide arc, cutting down another tendril as it reached for her leg. "Define 'everywhere,' because I think I just saw one move underwater!"

"Yeah, that's exactly 'everywhere,'" Zara chuckled.

Alera unleashed her Living Shadows, the dark tendrils coiling around the nearest plant and pulling it apart with brutal efficiency. "These things are tough," she muttered. Continue your adventure with My Virtual Library Empire

"And hungry," Seren added, smashing her hammer into another plant that had been creeping toward Nysa.

"Thy assistance is unnecessary, child," Nysa said, dodging the attack with ease.

"Of course it is," Seren grumbled, turning her attention to another plant. She had just wasted her energy on Nysa who didn't seem to need it all.

She had a swallow the bitter pill.

The group pressed forward, the plants becoming more aggressive the closer they got to the glowing light at the swamp's center—the Flower of Darkness.

"You know," Pyris began, casually blasting away a smaller plant with a burst of lightning, "I always pictured dangerous plants being... I don't know, more subtle?" He wasn't a fun of plant corrupt creatures, not even in stories, plants were supposed to be nice and beautiful, right?

"Like hiding in the bushes until you least expect it?" Lyra shot back, slicing through a tendril.

"Exactly. These things are just screaming, 'Hey, look at me, I'm going to eat you!' It's tacky."

"Tacky?" Seren echoed incredulously, swinging her hammer at another plant. "That's what you're worried about?"

"Focus on fighting, you fools!" Zara snapped, hurling a bolt of energy that disintegrated a cluster of plants in their path. The plants, although many, they were weak and Zara although rarely acted, she blasted some to quicken their journey.

Alera chuckled despite herself, her Living Shadows twisting another plant into oblivion. "I have to admit, though, he's not wrong. These things are obnoxious."

"Obnoxious and deadly," Pyris corrected, sidestepping a tendril that shot toward his chest.

"You can add 'persistent' to that list," Lyra muttered, slashing away another attack.

As they neared the flower, the plants seemed to retreat slightly, their movements growing slower and more deliberate.

"Why are they stopping?" Seren asked, her hammer still at the ready.

"I sense something," Nysa replied, her eyes narrowing. "Something more dangerous than them."

"Great," Pyris said. "Because this place wasn't terrifying enough already and Seren was becoming senile in her attacks." The latter rolled her eyes.

The glow of the Flower of Darkness was now just a few steps away, its light casting eerie shadows across the swamp.

"Stay close," Pyris instructed. "I don't trust this."

"Good," Zara said. "Neither do I."

As the group moved toward the flower, the swamp fell unnervingly silent.

A low, guttural and disgusting growl echoed through the swamp, sending chills down their spines. The water rippled violently as something massive began to rise from the depths, its shadow towering over the group.

Pyris sighed, summoning his energy. "Of course. Because why wouldn't there be a boss fight?"

Bubbles of noxious gas burst on the surface, releasing an acrid stench that clung to their lungs. Slowly, the murky water began to rise—not from flooding, but from something immense stirring beneath.

Then it surfaced.

A massive flower-like creature unfurled from the depths, each petal a twisted, grotesque mix of flesh and vegetation. Its core pulsed with a sickly green light, veins of dark energy spidering through its translucent body. Razor-sharp tendrils, dripping with toxic sludge, lashed out around it, carving through the swamp as if marking its territory.

The creature emitted a sound—not a roar, but a cacophony of screeches and wails, like the anguished cries of its devoured victims. Its central eye opened—a glowing orb of malevolent energy that seemed to pierce their very souls.

The swamp rose higher, lifting the flower onto a throne of churning darkness. Every plant around them twisted and shriveled, feeding their life force into the monstrosity.

"Elite Class... Rank 17," Pyris muttered, his voice taut.

It loomed over them, a god of decay and despair. Then, it struck.

"And here I thought I would skip this rank too!" The irony was lost on him it would seem.