Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

As they entered the building, the lobby's grandeur mirrored the empire the Obsidians had built.

Everything was falling into place. The secrets, the shadows, the power plays—it was all part of the larger picture.

And even though the mystery of the bodyguard gnawed at the edges of his thoughts, there was something even more complex in his mind—the delicate, shifting relationship between him and Emilia.

His ambition was vast, but so were the alliances he needed to maintain. And Emilia... she was far more than an assistant.

"You're handling everything seamlessly, Emilia," Pyris His tone was casual, but it carried an underlying warmth that betrayed the seriousness of his earlier confession. Emilia, however, remained cool on the surface, her fingers continuing their work on the tablet.

"You do make things interesting, Pyris," she remarked, a teasing lilt in her voice. But Pyris knew her well enough to see past her feigned indifference. The air between them had shifted.

There was no going back now.

The lobby of Obsidian Tech buzzed with the energy of the awaiting employees, their respect evident as they formed neat rows, awaiting his arrival. The atmosphere was filled with a tension of anticipation, every eye locked on Pyris as he approached, the golden hues of the lobby lights casting a regal light over the scene.

Pyris's presence commanded attention, his aura of authority unmistakable.

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the employees.

"Emilia," Pyris began as they walking through the lobby the high ceilings and luxurious decor a testament to the empire his family commanded, "make sure our new identity remains under the radar. Petne Chaos will play a crucial role in the next phase, and I don't want any slip-ups."

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"Already in motion," Emilia replied, her fingers never pausing their rapid taps across the screen. Emilia smirked, fully understanding the strategy. "Understood."

As they made their way deeper into the building, Pyris couldn't help but feel the pieces of his plan slowly falling into place. Every move, every decision was calculated, and soon enough, the world would see the full extent of his ambitions.

But first, there was the matter of ensuring his security, understanding the enigma beside him, and perhaps, most importantly, the untangling of his relationship with Emilia. There was power in alliances, after all, and even more in the heart of someone you trusted.

For now, though, Pyris focused on the task at hand. Obsidian Tech had much to offer, and he intended to see it rise to new heights under his leadership—regardless of the shadows lurking just beyond his reach.

With four people trailing closely behind him, Pyris and his subordinates entered the private elevator reserved solely for the highest-ranking individuals in the company. Unlike the ten public elevators designated for employees, this one was exclusively for him, carrying him away from the lower floors teeming with activity.

As the elevator ascended, smooth and silent, it moved toward the topmost floor of the building—the 270th—where both his and Emilia's offices resided. The sensation of movement was barely perceptible, and yet the weight of his ambitions seemed to rise with every floor they passed.

As quickly as it had begun, the elevator came to an abrupt halt. The soft chime signaled their arrival. They stepped out onto the exclusive floor, where only two offices were visible, along with another room—its purpose shrouded in secrecy.

No one in the company knew what lay behind that door except for his family and Emilia. Even Emilia, for all her status and trust, wouldn't be able to enter without an Obsidian by her side. The room was, after all, woven into the legacy of his bloodline.

His office dominated the heart of the floor, grand and imposing, with walls of glass offering sweeping views of the Imperial Capital. Emilia's office was further down the hallway, more understated in comparison to his, but still elegant and worthy of her high stature.

As they approached, the office doors opened automatically, sensing an Obsidian nearby. Unlike Emilia's office, which required an encryption key, Pyris's door responded instantly to the presence of his bloodline, a symbol of both his power and the security afforded to his family.

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Inside, Pyris took a brief moment to appreciate the beauty and grandeur of the space, though he was no stranger to it. This office had once been shared with his mother during their early years working together, shaping him into the man he had become.

It felt less like an office and more like a second home—familiar, yet steeped in the authority and responsibility he now bore. Large screens adorned the walls, flashing with streams of information that updated in real time, a constant reminder of the empire he was building.

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But Pyris didn't linger on the décor or the memories it evoked. He quickly turned his attention to the two women standing before him, their expressions carefully composed. His gaze, sharp and penetrating, settled on them, and under the weight of his scrutiny, they instinctively straightened, though they couldn't hide their nerves completely.

His cold, calculating eyes stripped away their composure, leaving them feeling exposed, but they held their ground, refusing to avert their gaze.

He smiled, a slow, deliberate gesture that softened his expression just enough to put them at ease—but only slightly. Without a word, Pyris moved toward the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, his gaze shifting from the two women to the sprawling cityscape below.

From his vantage point, the Imperial Capital lay beneath him, dwarfed by the towering Obsidian Tech headquarters. The world appeared small from here, insignificant in comparison to the ambitions he harbored.

"Imperial Capital," he whispered softly, his voice carrying a quiet reverence. A smile curled at the edges of his lips as he thought of the hidden entities lurking in the shadows of the city, the dark forces that skulked within the alleys and boardrooms, all with eyes set on his family's vast wealth.

To them, the Obsidian fortune was like a tantalizing treasure, a prize they all sought to claim. But they were mistaken if they thought it would ever fall into their hands.

'Soon, this city will be mine. My base, my stronghold, from where I will conquer the mortal realm,' Pyris mused silently, the dying rays of the sun casting a golden glow across his face.

The sun, retreating behind dark clouds as night threatened to overtake the sky, seemed to bear witness to his silent thoughts. As the city prepared to embrace its chaotic nightlife, Pyris plotted his rise, his ascent above the petty power struggles of the capital.

'First, I'll rid my family's empire of these leeches. Every one of them. Then, I'll take control of the pawns in my businesses.' The thought of Petne Chaos crossed his mind—an identity he was preparing to unleash when the time was right, a shadow to do his bidding in the dark corners of this world.

Soon, very soon, everything would be set in motion.

For fifteen minutes, Pyris stood in silent contemplation, his mind orchestrating the moves he would make. Each decision was calculated, each step part of a larger plan. His fingers lightly tapped against the glass as his eyes surveyed the capital below, the weight of his ambition settling heavily on his shoulders.

Finally, he turned away from the window, a smile breaking the stillness on his face.

"So?" he prompted, his voice breaking the silence as he shifted his gaze to Emilia, it was time to unravel mysteries.