Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 252 Eternal Sun's Champion

The training hall buzzed with energy, a vast chamber reserved for the royal bloodline.

Polished marble floors reflected the glow of ornate sconces lining the walls, their flickering light dwarfed by the radiance emanating from the eldest prince.

Prince Kaelion stood tall, his lean, muscular frame glistening with exertion. Golden hair clung to his forehead, framing a face that bore the confidence of a born leader. His movements were precise, each swing of his spear a calculated masterpiece.

A rank 16 training automaton lunged at him with mechanical precision, only for Kaelion to counter it with fluid grace.

His spear ignited with a soft golden glow, imbued with the light element, as he drove it into the construct's chest. The impact hurled the automaton across the hall, where it shattered against the wall. The force of the blow left an echoing silence in the room, broken only by Kaelion's steady breaths.

"No longer my rank it seems?" He wondered, his voice was soft and measured.

Yet as he moved to wipe the sweat from his brow, a blinding, radiant light flooded the chamber. It was warm yet oppressive, a paradoxical blend of comfort and command. Kaelion Elise froze, his body trembling as he instinctively dropped to his knees. His spear clattered to the floor, forgotten.

A voice resonated through the hall, rich and arrogant, as if the world itself bent to its speaker's will.

"Kaelion Elise, Prince of the Human Continent," the voice boomed, laced with an imperious edge, "Rejoice, for the Sun God himself has graced you with his presence."

From the light stepped a figure bathed in brilliance, his form impossible to discern through the searing radiance. It wasn't a man but something far greater, a being whose mere existence demanded worship. The light twisted and turned, shaping into the unmistakable aura of a divine being: Heris, the Sun God, also known as The Eternal Sun.

"You kneel before greatness, mortal," Heris continued, his tone both grandiose and condescending but Kaelion was already on his knees even before Eternal Sun spoke, "You have caught the gaze of a god—a privilege that countless kings and emperors would die for, yet it is you who has been chosen."

Kaelion's head bowed lower, his voice a tremor. "My Lord Heris..."

"Silence!" Heris interrupted, his tone sharp. "Do not speak unless bid. You, Kaelion, shall be my Champion. Through you, my light will scorch the shadows and my enemies of this world. Through you, mortals shall bask in my radiance and tremble before my wrath."

Kaelion clenched his fists in excitement against the floor, his chest heaving as the weight of Heris' words bore down on him.

"Know this," Heris said, his voice softening but losing none of its authority. "It is not your worth that earned this honor but my magnanimity. You shall serve, Prince, for my will is absolute. Do you dare refuse such a gift?"

Kaelion's breath hitched. Refuse? The very thought was unthinkable.

"No, my Lord," he managed, his voice steady despite the overwhelming presence. "I shall be your instrument."

Heris chuckled, a sound that sent chills through Kaelion despite its warmth.

"Good. Then rise, Champion. You are now a harbinger of my glory. Come forth, for my light shall burn brighter through you than ever before, O Champion Of Eternal Sun!"

The brilliance in the chamber reached a crescendo as Heris extended his radiant hand toward Kaelion.

The Sun God's light coalesced into a sphere, golden and pulsating with unimaginable power. The air itself seemed to kneel before the divine energy, trembling under its weight.

Kaelion dared not raise his head, his breath caught in his chest as Heris' voice thundered through the room, echoing even beyond its walls.

"Kaelion, my chosen Champion, thou shalt bear the eternal light of the Sun. This power is mine alone to bestow, and through thee, my glory shall pierce the heavens and shatter the darkness!"

The sphere descended, slow yet unstoppable, its brilliance filling every corner of the hall. The very fabric of the room quivered, cracks spreading across the marble floor as though reality itself struggled to contain the overwhelming force.

Yet in effortless grace, the room would go back to it's normal condition seconds after.

When the sphere touched Kaelion, his body convulsed, his muscles locking in place as his veins illuminated with golden energy. A blinding pillar of light erupted from his chest, shooting straight through the ceiling and into the skies above.

The world paused.

Across the Human Continent, day turned brighter than ever before. Farmers in their fields stopped their plows, children in bustling streets ceased their games, and nobles in their castles fell to their knees.

Every mortal soul turned their gaze toward the radiant beacon piercing the heavens, their instincts screaming reverence.

And then it appeared: the Avatar of Heris.

"Lord Hero's!" The human emperor mumbled as he bowed his head slightly.

A colossal figure of burning light materialized in the skies, its form radiant yet indistinct, towering high enough to brush the clouds. The Avatar's outstretched arms seemed to embrace the continent, its very presence a proclamation of divinity. The skies sang with the resonance of Heris' power, and the people below wept, some in fear, others in joy.

"Behold!" Heris' voice thundered, carried across the winds to every ear. "Your prince, my Champion, shall bear the Eternal Sun's power! Through him, my light shall guide and protect this land. Bow, mortals, for this is a moment of divine will!"

And bow they did. From the farthest villages to the grandest cities, every knee bent, every head lowered. The Human Continent submitted, its faith unyielding, as they acknowledged the will of their god.

Kaelion's body lifted from the ground, suspended in the radiant column of light. His aura intensified, blazing with a golden brilliance so pure it burned away all shadows. His Rank surged, shattering the barriers of his previous limits. Rank 17 fell like a whisper, and Rank 18 followed swiftly after, his presence now comparable to the strongest of the realm.

His spear, once an ordinary weapon, transformed in his grasp. Its shaft glowed with runic engravings of the sun, its blade radiating a light that no darkness could hope to withstand, it had become an Immortal Rank weapon!

Kaelion's appearance shifted subtly, his features sharper, his aura radiant yet terrifying. He wasn't just a man anymore; he was a force of nature, the living embodiment of Heris' will.

Heris, observing his work with a satisfied grin, spoke once more.

"Thou art my Champion, Kaelion. Bear this power with pride, for thou art destined for greatness. But know this: the Eternal Sun is not a gift; it is a responsibility. Fail me, and the light shall consume thee."

With those final words, the Avatar dissolved into particles of golden light, which rained down upon the Human Continent like a gentle blessing.

Kaelion collapsed to his knees, his spear clattering to the ground. He didn't feel exhausted; instead, his body thrummed with boundless energy, as if the sun itself burned within him.

Slowly, he rose to his feet, gripping his spear tightly. His heart swelled with determination.

He was the chosen Champion of Heris. The world would bow before the Eternal Sun.

Far from the Human continent, in a realm of twilight and shimmering starlight, a goddess watched, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

"Ah, Heris," she whispered, her voice lilting yet sharp. "So predictable and always a show off. Let us see how thy Champion fares when faced with mine."

The scene faded, the goddess vanishing into the ether, her amusement lingering like a shadow of the inevitable.