Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 254 Champion of the Other Forgotten

The Dark Temple stood isolated in a realm that didn't seem tethered to existence. Shrouded in an eternal twilight, its ancient stones pulsed faintly with dark energy, as though they were alive and breathing. The structure loomed impossibly tall, the spires seeming to disappear into the shadowed heavens.

Only a chosen few could even perceive its existence, let alone enter its sacred confines.

Inside, the Grand Dark Altar dominated the heart of the temple. It was carved from obsidian, its edges sharp and flawless, as though it had been hewn directly from the night itself.

Tendrils of darkness oozed from its surface, curling and weaving around the chamber like sentient beings.

Upon the altar sat Ruvon, a striking young woman with raven-black hair that cascaded down her back like a midnight waterfall.

Her pale skin seemed to glow faintly in the dim light, a stark contrast to the swirling shadows that clung to her form. Her once-ordinary figure had been honed into a vision of dark perfection—ethereal yet fearsome. Her piercing violet eyes, now tinted with the faintest hue of divine darkness, burned with an intensity that could silence even the most defiant soul.

Ruvon's slender wrists were bound by dark chains that emanated raw, unrelenting energy.

The restraints weren't merely physical—they were conduits, pumping streams of dark divine-like power into her body.

Each pulse of energy was overwhelming, like molten lava coursing through her veins, yet she endured it. She had no choice. This was the path she had willingly chosen to escape mediocrity.

If an immortal or a god were to see this, they would realize that, this power went beyond just being divine

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Weeks had passed since the Darkness Deity had chosen her as their Champion. She had spent every waking moment chained to the altar, enduring the infusion of power that threatened to unravel her very being. It was a test, a forging of sorts.

Every fiber of her being screamed to break free, yet she knew better than to resist. The chains were not her captors—they were her deliverance.

Her mind wandered back to the months before she had arrived here. She was nothing then—a beautiful but powerless girl, a demon in name only.

Born without a trace of magical power, she had been an outcast, a disgrace to her kind. Yet the dreams... the dreams had changed everything.

The images were vivid, pulling her toward something greater—a temple hidden in an abandoned village, cloaked in shadows and ancient whispers.

She believed it had to be a relic of a bygone era, a place where the most devout could seek an audience with the divine.

The idea seemed laughable, even to her, but the dreams had been insistent, relentless.

Her journey had been grueling. Months of searching, following fragments of visions, had led her to the crumbling ruins of a forgotten village.

And there, beyond a veil of darkness, she had found it—the temple that existed outside of time and space.

The moment she had stepped inside, the world had shifted. She hadn't noticed the spatial fluctuation, not with her mundane senses, but the air had felt... different.

Denser. Alive. It wasn't long before she found herself standing before the altar, her knees buckling as the overwhelming presence of the Darkness entity descended upon her.

The entity had spoken not with words, but with sensations—promises, commands, and truths that bypassed language entirely. It was then that the chains had emerged, binding her to the altar and marking the beginning of her transformation.

Then when she sat on the cold surface of the altar, she had felt the changes taking hold. Her once-ordinary body had been reshaped, refined, as though sculpted by the shadows themselves. Her strength had grown exponentially.

Even without standing, she could feel the power humming beneath her skin—a storm waiting to be unleashed.

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The infusion of divine energy was relentless. Whenever she advanced, the chains reacted, flooding her with even more power, pushing her further, testing her limits. At first, she thought it would kill her. But each time she felt she was about to break, the darkness within her seemed to stabilize, anchoring her.

She was no longer unawakened. The transformation had ignited a Darkness Core within her, pulsating with a blend of mortal and divine energy. It was a gift that few could comprehend, let alone wield without having any affinity to it.

It was just about having the acceptance of the Darkness entity!

After reaching Rank 9, she had started achieving feats that defied logic.

Her abilities were no longer tethered to her rank. She had bested a Rank 13 construct with ease, her movements fluid and precise, her power overwhelming.

The entity had not held back. They were preparing her for something far greater.

'Soon I will be amongst the very best, I will join the academy and show everyone who dared to look down on me what real power means!

The chains stirred, as if sensing her thoughts. A fresh wave of divine energy surged through her, causing her body to arch involuntarily. Her breath hitched as the darkness filled every pore, threatening to consume her entirely. Yet she endured.

She always endured.

A voice, deep and resonant, echoed within her mind. It was the Darkness entity, their tone neither cruel nor kind, but absolute.

"You have endured much, my chosen. But the forging is far from complete. You shall not merely wield the darkness—you shall become it."

The chains pulsed once more, their grip tightening briefly before loosening again. It was a reminder of her purpose, her destiny.

Ruvon opened her eyes, the faint glow of violet intensifying. Her gaze fell upon her hands, still bound but no longer trembling. The girl who had once been powerless was gone.

In her place stood a force to be reckoned with—a Champion of the Darkness Deity.

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Outside the temple, the realm quaked, as though reacting to her slowly awakening powers. The shadows seemed to whisper her name, their voices reverent, awed. The transformation was nearly complete.

And somewhere, beyond the boundaries of this hidden realm, the world trembled, though it did not yet know why. Ruvon's time was coming. And when she stepped into the mortal world once more, she would not be the same.