Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise! - Chapter 369

Chapter 369: Ruvon Joins The Academy Chapter 369: Ruvon Joins The Academy The academy appraisal hall was silent, save for the faint hum of a floating tablet screen casting a bluish glow over the dimly lit room.

Seated behind a sleek, holographic desk, the teacher’s brows furrowed deeper and deeper as his eyes skimmed over the data in front of him.

His fingers twitched, scrolling through the information once more, as if rereading it might somehow make it less…

unsettling.

His breath hitched.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze.

And there she was.

The girl-the one causing the shadows in the appraisal hall to stir unnaturally, as if her very presence had twisted the fabric of the room itself.

She was young, barely sixteen, but her presence was anything but ordinary.

Long, silver-white hair cascaded like silk down her back, adorned with delicate silver chains and amethysts that gleamed under the dim light.

A half-mask of intricate black metal covered one side of her face, sharp and elegant, carved with arcane designs that made it seem more than just a mere accessory.

But it was her eyes that sent a shiver down his spine.

Cold.

Indifferent.

Bottomless.

A shade of piercing violet that seemed to glow faintly, holding something ancient, something far beyond her years.

She stood there, dressed in ethereal white dress with intricate dark embroidery, the flowing fabric exuding both regality and danger.

The dress itself didn’t look like something a mundane was capable of making.

Twin dark swords rested against her back, their hilts barely visible beneath the cascading strands of her hair.

What was she thinking?

Why wasn’t she keeping them in a storage artifact?

She had one-that much he could sense-yet she chose to carry them out in the open.

A statement?

A challenge?

Arrogance?

Or was this her style?

Whatever the reason, it was working.

His skin crawled.

The appraisal hall wasn’t just dark.

It was unnatural.

The deeper he focused, the more he noticed it-the silent war.

The ordinary shadows of the room writhed under the presence of something else-something foreign, something invasive.

It was as if two forces were locked in a battle unseen to the naked eye.

And she-Ruvon-stood at the center of it all, completely still, completely unbothered.

Finally, he forced out a breath, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“So… you’re Ruvon.

A demon.

Rank 10.

No second name.” His voice remained steady, but internally, he was still trying to process how a sixteen-year-old had reached such a terrifying level.

Ruvon didn’t respond.

She simply stared.

Those abyssal violet eyes flickered slightly, unreadable.

The silence stretched before he cleared his throat, attempting to regain a sense of normalcy.

“And your ability is… what?” He glanced down at the tablet.

“Darkness.” This time, she nodded so fast like she didn’t even want him to second guess or look deeper in it.

“Ah.” He exhaled, leaning back slightly, as if putting even a little distance between them would ease the pressure in the air.

“To be honest, your darkness element is quite unique…” That was an understatement.

What he had just witnessed-the clash of shadows-was something beyond normal elemental affinity.

But he didn’t push further much to Ruvon’s relief.

Instead, he forced a smile, keeping things professional.

“Anyway, given the talent you’ve shown, yeah, you can attend the academy-even though you’re not from any noble family and have no backing.” He watched for a reaction.

Nothing.

Just the same calm indifference as if she’d been sure she was more than qualified.

A grunt of acknowledgment flickered in her eyes-the barest trace of satisfaction.

This was her goal.

And she had achieved it.

Still, he had to admit-this was unheard of.

Rank 10 at sixteen?

That wasn’t just exceptional.

That was monstrous.

He shook his head, still trying to process it.

“You’re quite powerful.

Most of your peers at sixteen are barely Rank 7 and below.” He leaned back, crossing his arms.

“The academy is pleased to have you.” Ruvon remained silent.

The teacher chuckled, trying to ease his own nerves.

“You see, even our most talented in this generation-that Obsidian boy-is only Rank 5 last time we recorded.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“Hah, at least even us from the lower class finally have someone above a noble…” He trailed off.

Because, for the first time, Ruvon reacted.

A flicker of something-not amusement, not anger, but something far more dangerous-passed through her abyssal gaze.

The teacher exhaled, tapping a few commands into his tablet.

The screen shimmered, casting a faint golden light over the desk before flashing “Registration Complete.” A thin, circular seal formed beneath Ruvon’s feet, glowing faintly before vanishing into the floor.

With that, it was official-she was now a student of the Academy, only a few could outright bypass this kind of registration but no matter her talent, she is wasn’t part of that group.

A soft chime echoed, and another screen flickered to life beside him.

“Now, for your class placement,” the teacher continued, scrolling through the options.

“Given your high rank, you qualify for advanced courses across all subjects, but I see you’ve only chosen one.” He arched an eyebrow, his fingers halting mid-scroll.

“Just one?

That’s rare.” Ruvon remained unfazed.

The screen displayed her selection: Advanced Combat & Magic – a highly intensive course that covered everything tied to Argos’ magical nature-combat, corrupted beasts, elemental warfare, ancient battle techniques.

And of course there was more to this course.

The most difficult course in the Academy.

The teacher shook his head in amusement.

“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised.

A demon with your talent wouldn’t waste time on theory.” But he couldn’t help wonder how a Demon not part of the Demons Of Beginning could be this talented.

Whatever…

With a final tap, her placement was confirmed.

The screen dimmed.

But there was still one more thing.

He glanced up, studying her carefully.

“Now, about clubs.” A new interface materialized in front of her, listing the various clubs within the Academy.

“You don’t have to join any, but they’re important.

Depending on the club, it could shape your future-connections, sponsorships, even post-academy opportunities.

Some clubs will actively try to recruit you.

If you’re interested, I can post your details, and you’ll be scouted by any of these clubs, or-” He stopped.

Because Ruvon cleared her throat.

Soft.

Subtle.

Yet commanding?

The shift in atmosphere was immediate.

When she finally spoke, her voice was like silk-soft yet alluring even, calm yet absolute.

“I’ll choose my own club.” The teacher blinked.

Then chuckled.

“Of course you will.” The teacher couldn’t stop himself from staring at Ruvon.

She had appeared at the academy’s gates without warning, requesting enrollment first thing in the morning.

He sighed.

This wasn’t unusual-new students arrived all the time, often unannounced.

But this girl… She was different.

Not just because of her striking presence, nor her abyssal, shadow-laden aura that darkened the room itself.

It was the way she stood-absolute, untouchable, indifferent.

There was no hesitation in her posture, no uncertainty in her movements.

Her silence was not shyness, nor was it arrogance.

It was certainty.

As if the world existed on her terms.

Even among the nobility, such an aura was rare.

No- even they lacked the sheer weight she carried.

Few things in this world could make her take a step back.

Few things could even make her blink.

The teacher exhaled, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“A student like this appearing out of nowhere…” It was strange.

Even stranger-he’d been the one personally asked to conduct her appraisal.

He was one of the academy’s most trusted personnel, usually overseeing noble recruits or exceptionally rare cases.

Perhaps…

Perhaps the Academy Overseer had taken an interest in Ruvon that’s why they’d chosen him to appraise her.

And if that was the case…

then this girl was far more than just another student.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS almightyP Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

Give me more motivation!