Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise! - Chapter 382
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Chapter 382: Mortal Realm Finest Gathers 2
The air shifted.
Two figures emerged from the dim edges of the grand hall, their presence like a blade drawn in absolute silence. A man and a woman, dressed in flowing black, their forms sleek yet ominous, their auras like unsheathed daggers—silent to most, yet deafening to those with power enough to perceive it. Their very existence was a statement, not of mere strength, but of sovereignty over shadows themselves.
Even Dracula, the Vampire Emperor, felt it. Not because he couldn’t ignore them, but because he allowed himself to acknowledge what they represented. House Obsidian’s will. Pyris’s will.
Their movements were smooth, unnatural in their precision, as if time itself hesitated around them.
They did not speak, yet their message was clear. They would guide Dracula to his seat—not as servants, not as inferiors, but as Phantoms of House Obsidian, reminding him of where he stood tonight.
Dracula’s lips pressed into a thin line, his pride a cold weight in his chest. Yet he moved.
There was no hesitation, no defiance—just the silent understanding between those who walked among titans.
When Dracula first arrived in the Dragon Empire, he had been met with a silent, unmistakable display of House Obsidian’s dominance—whether by the hand of the Mistress herself or, this time, by Pyris—when he was escorted by Song. A reminder, subtle yet absolute, of whose domain he stood in.
Tonight was no different.
The silent phantoms guided him forward, their presence a whisper of authority that even he would not ignore. Their message was clear—this was not his court.
He exhaled slowly, swallowing the cold bite of pride as he reached his designated throne-like chair. The seat was carved from a blackened material that seemed to absorb the surrounding light, its presence imposing yet carefully placed. Not at the center. Not at the highest point. A deliberate decision.
His gaze lifted to the long, curved table that stretched before him, its surface pristine, yet lined with more throne-like chairs than there should have been. More than the true leaders of the empire.
His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest, his expression unreadable.
Emberly.
She was adding more to the table. Bringing in others who did not belong among the empires’s —mortal Realm—true rulers. It was not just an insult—it was a shift. A restructuring of power. And he did not like it.
Meanwhile, Anastasia had already moved forward, standing before the gathered nobility. The vampire princesses and princes who had escorted the emperor were led to their seats with grace, their presence a symbol of their House’s power. Among them, Valarie.
Anastasia’s gaze found her instantly, and despite the years, despite the distance, recognition passed between them. A soft smile from the stage. A warm, surprised one in return.
‘She still remembers me.’ Valarie felt it deep in her chest. When the two families had been close, Anastasia had once held her as a child, had seen her grow through those fleeting visits to House Obsidian.
But this was more than nostalgia. This was recognition. A silent acknowledgment—Anastasia saw her as her brother’s woman.
The realization was not lost on the Crown Prince of Vampires, seated beside her. His gaze flickered between them, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly before curving into a knowing smile.
“I won’t play matchmaker, don’t try to ask me,” Valarie muttered before he could say a word.
His chuckle was low, amused, but he didn’t press.
Anastasia’s voice rang out once more, her presence commanding. “Welcome, Vampire Emperor. Welcome, royal sons and daughters of the Blood!”
A pause. A breath.
“And now—the arrival of the Human Emperor.”
Thunder.
A portal tore open with electric precision, and through it, a fleet of gold-plated vehicles emerged onto the platform. Their sleek, high-tech forms radiated power, the gleam of polished metal and arcane engravings a declaration of humanity’s ambition.
The sound of marching boots echoed as elite soldiers stepped in formation, black and gold uniforms immaculate, their synchronization almost inhuman. Each movement precise. Each presence a blade at the Emperor’s command.
Then, the doors of the leading vehicle hissed open.
First, the Crown Prince.
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The Champion of Heris, the Sun God.
A wave of gasps rippled through the hall as he emerged, golden energy cascading off him in radiant waves, each pulse a reminder of the divinity flowing through his very being. The sheer heat of his presence was suffocating, a tangible force pressing against the gathered nobles.
His every step was measured, deliberate—as if the heavens themselves bore witness to his arrival.
His appearance was striking. Sun-kissed skin, chiseled features sculpted to perfection, and piercing amber eyes that gleamed like molten gold. His robes of white and gold shimmered with celestial enchantments, woven by the most skilled artisans of the empire.
Every thread, every intricate design, sang praises to the Sun God.
Some noblewomen found themselves utterly captivated, their eyes lingering a second too long, their thoughts momentarily lost in the raw grandeur of divine bloodline perfection.
The golden aura, the effortless dominance—it was hard not to be swept up in it.
But not all were impressed.
A few women rolled their eyes, unimpressed by the spectacle. To them, it was like watching a child wielding a lightning bolt, calling it ‘heavenly judgment’—blissfully unaware that there were those who commanded forces far greater than mere sunlight.
Among them sat Selen, her gaze indifferent as she swirled her wine.
Then there was Valarie. A single glance, a flicker of amusement in her dark eyes, and she turned her attention elsewhere—as if she had already seen greater brilliance and found this lacking.
And Anastasia.
Her posture remained relaxed, her expression unreadable, but her silence spoke volumes. She had witnessed what true, effortless control over power looked like—power that didn’t need to be paraded, power that didn’t demand awe but simply was—her Brother.
Their unspoken agreement was clear.
The Crown Prince of Humanity may shine brightly, but they had seen the night where no light could reach.
Beside him, Lekiza, the First Princess. President of the Academy Council. Sharp, composed, with the presence of a woman who dictated the course of the future with her words alone.
And then—
He emerged.
The Human Emperor.
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