Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The van glided smoothly through the streets of the imperial capital as the sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across the towering buildings. Pyris sat in the back, his mind buzzing with the events of the day as he and Song, his loyal bodyguard, made their rounds.

First, they dropped off Aurelia and Alera at the Obsidian family estate. The two girls bid Pyris a casual farewell, though Alera gave him a knowing glance, her sharp eyes always catching the small details. She could sense the tension in him, the energy coiling just beneath his calm demeanor. But for now, she said nothing.

The next stop was Alexa's hotel. Song pulled up in front of the luxurious building, its towering structure glinting under the fading light. Pyris stepped out of the car, walking her to the entrance.

"Thanks for today, Pyris," Alexa said softly, her sharp warrior exterior softened in the evening light. "I know we've all got a lot going on, but you've been keeping us grounded."

Pyris smiled, his usual calm in place. "No problem. Rest up. We'll need everyone at their best soon."

She nodded, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before she turned and disappeared into the hotel. Pyris watched her go, feeling the weight of his responsibilities settle on him once again.

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With the others safely home, Pyris and Song headed to their final destination—Obsidian Tower.

As the van rolled through the city, Pyris looked out the window, his thoughts shifting to the tower. Obsidian Tower dwarfed every other structure in the imperial capital. It stood as a monument to his family's power, its glass façade reflecting the last rays of the sun in a brilliant display of dominance.

The tower's sleek, modern design symbolized House Obsidian's influence in both the magical and mortal realms. It had been some time since Pyris had set foot inside the building, but tonight he could feel the pull—his empire awaited.

Song pulled up to the private entrance of the tower, and Pyris stepped out, adjusting his coat as he approached the grand glass doors. Employees walking in and out of the building stopped to bow respectfully, their eyes filled with admiration. Pyris Obsidian wasn't just another CEO; he was a symbol of power and control.

Even at such a young age, he commanded respect not just for his intelligence and handsome looks, but for the way he handled the weight of the world on his shoulders with unyielding calm.

He didn't let his power rule him; instead, he mastered it. That was what made him different.

Pyris nodded in acknowledgment as he passed, his gaze focused as he made his way toward the private elevator. Song followed behind, ever watchful.

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The elevator doors slid open silently, revealing a sleek interior lined with black marble and silver accents. Pyris stepped inside, the doors closing with a quiet hiss, and the lift began its swift ascent to the top floors. As they rose higher, Pyris's thoughts turned to the tasks ahead.

His company had been running smoothly in his absence, but he knew that being away for too long wasn't an option. The world of business was ever-changing, and in the empire, fortunes could shift in the blink of an eye.

The doors opened to his private floor, and Pyris stepped out, greeted by the sight of Lizzie, his secretary, diligently working at her desk. Her sharp, efficient movements never faltered as she typed away, her dark hair neatly pulled back into a bun.

She looked up as Pyris approached, her expression softening into a smile of respect.

"Welcome back, sir," Lizzie said, rising from her seat to bow. "It's been a while."

"Too long," Pyris replied, offering a small smile in return. "How's everything going?"

"Everything's running smoothly, though there are a few reports that need your attention. I've sorted them by priority." Continue your saga on empire

Just as Lizzie was speaking, Suzie, Pyris's assistant, exited the bathroom, adjusting her clothes. She too offered a respectful bow, her face lighting up as she greeted him. "Sir, it's good to see you again."

"Good to see you too, Suzie," Pyris said with a nod. Both Lizzie and Suzie had been with him for years, and they had become more than just employees—they were trusted confidantes, a vital part of the empire he ran.

"Let me know if you need anything," Lizzie added as she returned to her seat.

Pyris moved into his office, a large, elegant space that overlooked the entire capital. The view from here was breathtaking—the city stretched out below him, alive with the pulse of industry and magic. But tonight, Pyris wasn't here to admire the view. There was work to be done.

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Hours passed as Pyris immersed himself in the reports, meeting logs, and business proposals that had accumulated during his absence. Lizzie and Suzie brought him updates when necessary, their efficiency making the workload manageable. Pyris appreciated their professionalism, but there was something weighing on his mind.

He could feel it, like a storm gathering on the horizon.

His instincts were rarely wrong, and tonight was no different.

As the clock neared midnight, the door to his office swung open, and Emili, rushed in, her face pale with concern.

"Sir," she said breathlessly, "we have a problem."

Pyris looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. Emilia never exaggerated, so whatever had happened was serious.

"What is it?"

"The Obsidian Mines stock," she said, stepping closer and placing a tablet in front of him. "It's crashed—hard. We've lost over 30% of its value in just a few hours."

Pyris's eyes scanned the data on the screen, his expression darkening. Obsidian Mines was one of the cornerstone businesses of House Obsidian, dealing in the extraction of mana cores and other magical resources vital to both the empire and the mortal realm.

The loss of 30% in stock value was catastrophic, and it would send shockwaves through the business world. House Obsidian stood to lose billions if the situation wasn't handled immediately.

"How did this happen?" Pyris asked, his voice low but controlled.

"There's been a disruption in our supply chain," Emilia explained, her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "A new competitor entered the market, undercutting our prices on mana cores. They've also managed to secure several of our key suppliers. Rumors are spreading that House Obsidian can't maintain its monopoly on the market, and investors are panicking."

Pyris leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. This wasn't just a financial hit—it was an attack. Someone was making a move against House Obsidian, and they were doing it in the shadows, destabilizing his family's most critical assets.

Emilia continued, "The stock market is in chaos right now. Everyone is looking to see what your next move will be. If we don't act quickly, we could lose even more by morning."

Pyris stood, his mind already calculating the steps he needed to take. "Who's behind this? Do we have any leads?"

"None yet, but we're looking into it. Whoever it is, they've been careful."

Pyris nodded, his expression hardening. He had expected a challenge eventually—House Obsidian's power always attracted enemies—but this was bold. Whoever was behind this had orchestrated the attack perfectly, striking where his family was most vulnerable.

"It's time," Pyris muttered, his voice quiet but filled with determination.

Emilia looked at him, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Time for what?"

Pyris met her gaze, his eyes flashing with a cold intensity. "Time to activate Petne Chaos."

Emilia's eyes widened. Petne Chaos was a name known only to a select few—a shadow that operated in the dark, the hidden face of Pyris Obsidian. It was the side of him that the public never saw, the ruthless strategist who would go to any length to protect what was his.

While Pyris was the light, the face of the empire, Petne Chaos was the shadow, the hand that controlled the strings behind the scenes.

"Are you sure, sir?" Emilia asked, her voice uncertain. "This could escalate things."

Pyris's expression didn't waver. "It already has. Whoever did this didn't come to play. They've declared war on my family."

Emilia nodded, understanding the weight of his words. "I'll prepare everything."

As she left the office to set things in motion, Pyris walked to the massive windows, staring out over the city. The night had fallen completely now, the darkness spreading across the capital like a shroud.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

But Pyris Obsidian wasn't afraid of the dark. He thrived in it.

The business world might have been thrown into chaos, but Petne Chaos was about to rise—and when he did, those who dared to challenge House Obsidian would regret ever making a move.

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Pyris turned back to his desk, his mind already calculating the steps he would take. The battle had begun, and he would fight it on his terms—strategic, ruthless, and in control.

The shadow of Petne Chaos was about to descend, and when it did, nothing would stand in its way.