Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise! - Chapter 387

Chapter 387: The Death of Selara Moonveil 2
Like an unstoppable reckoning, something inevitable meant to happen and nothing could stop it, the scene replayed as if to mock those who dared believe they could sever the chains of fate.

No hesitation. No mercy.

Reality folded around the moment, time itself twisting—not to change, but to witness. As if the universe demanded the tragedy to unfold, to carve its mark into existence. The scene started replaying like it did in Alexa’s vision. Was this a declaration of fate that as long as Fate wished, nothing could get it it’s way?

Selara Moonveil paced across her office, the invitation in her hand catching the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the large window.

The elegant sigil of Obsidian Tech gleamed against the dark surface of the card, a symbol of the night’s grand event. She chuckled, shaking her head as she recalled the overconfident boy who had personally sent her the invitation. Pyris Obsidian. A mortal with too much ambition and an ego to match, but at least he had style.

He had personally reached out to her, and that confidence alone had piqued her interest.

She sighed, setting the invitation down as she fetched her phone from her desk. With a flick of her fingers, she pulled up the live feed of the event. The grand hall was packed with powerful figures, and she watched as the last of the leaders were introduced—Emberly taking her seat.

Selara’s expression softened. She wasn’t one for social events, but she had to admit, there was an air of anticipation about this night. The world was shifting, and she had a feeling this launch was only the beginning of something far greater.

Her ride would be here soon. Just a little longer.

And so she turned her back to a certain corner, the screen still playing the event as she stared at the cityscape outside, lost in thought.

She did not see it.

The shadows gathered in the corner of the room, thick and unnatural, a deep abyss forming where there should have been nothing. They crawled like ink bleeding into reality, moving with a will of their own. Something ancient. Something patient.

The moment she turned her back, the darkness surged forward.

It was sudden. Immediate. Final!

The entire room was swallowed whole.

Selara’s breath hitched as her world vanished. The comforting glow of the moon, the ambient light from her phone—gone. There was only blackness. A silence so suffocating it pressed against her ears, crushing her in its weight. It was as if the universe had ceased to exist.

Her heartbeat thundered in her chest. Her silver eyes darted in every direction, but she saw nothing. Not the walls, not her desk—not even her own hands.

No.

This wasn’t a simple blackout. She could feel it. Something was here with her, she felt weak, so.weak that she could barely breathe or even master her energy.

Then—movement.

From all around her, the darkness breathed. It was no longer an empty void but a presence, alive and monstrous. It slithered in unseen tendrils, brushing against her skin with a coldness that sent a violent shiver down her spine. The air shifted, something stepping closer—no, surrounding her.

Selara was a trapped lamb in the den of lions.

Her fingers twitched, magic flaring at her fingertips but she couldn’t do much more than feeling her energy on her fingers as it she’d been cut off from her core, but it was already too late.

A whisper. Right at her ear.

A breath colder than death itself.

Her body froze.

A searing pain struck through her chest—agony that didn’t come from wounds but from something deeper. Something wrong. Her very essence was being drained, ripped away by the suffocating black.

Her voice caught in her throat. No scream. No words. Nothing but whimpers.nA distant, mournful wail cracked through the darkness like a desperate plea.

And then—

A thud.

Her body hit the floor.

Lifeless.

The shadows withered away in an instant, like they had never been there. The room returned to normal—as if nothing had happened. The phone still played the live event. The invitation still sat on the desk. The office clock still ticked.

But Selara Moonveil was dead.

There was no blood. No wound.

Just a still, pale figure on the floor, eyes open but seeing nothing.

And then— it was about to happen.

The Moon’s screamed. A soundless, agonizing wail that will shake the very fabric of existence.

A burst of pure, unquenchable moonlight that will soon erupt from Selara’s body, white flames that will consume he office with celestial wrath before it eats the entire realm.

The night sky outside started burning with a brilliance that rivaled the sun, and the world started shuddering.

The Moon was about to start mourning.

And its grief—was annihilation.

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Five Seconds Before Selara’s Death…

The halls of the academy were finally empty. For the first time, she was truly alone.

Ruvon exhaled, letting go of the rigid posture she always maintained in front in case she was with other people. Gone was the need to act composed, to be aware of every step and every word. Here, in this moment, she could just be herself.

And by gods, did it feel good!

She took her time walking through the corridors, her fingers brushing against the polished wood of the classroom doors, tracing the intricate carvings along the walls. She peeked into empty lecture halls, imagining herself sitting among the students, belonging instead of always standing on the outside of the academy, looking in.

She always did this, coming from the Demon Empire to the dragon capital to just stand outside the academy and watch.

She had always wanted this. Her dream—

To be part of something greater. To be more than just a talentless demon, an outcast with no place among the elite.

But now?

Now, she was here.

And not just as a student. She was a Champion.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she stepped into one of the grand training halls. The sheer size of it, the arcane sigils lining the walls—it was a place built for legends. She ran to the center of the floor, spinning once, taking it all in with the joy of a child stepping into a dream.

She was no longer just Ruvon.

She had been chosen. By something unknown. Something powerful. And because of that, she wasn’t just scraping the bottom ranks like she feared—she was among the best.

Didn’t that instructor say she was stronger than even the most talented noble in this year’s entry? The thought sent a shiver of thrill down her spine.

She laughed, an unrestrained, genuine sound that echoed through the hall.

For once—she wasn’t afraid of being left behind.

She belonged.

Until —