Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!-Chapter 354: Spiritual Body 2

The Mana Pool—for an Awakened, the Mana Pool was the foundation of everything.

It wasn’t just a reserve of power—it was the very source of their strength, the wellspring from which all their abilities flowed. Without it, no Awakened could wield their elements, cast their skills, or even channel their energy.

But for the first sixteen ranks, the Mana Pool was inaccessible.

Awakened could feel it, sense its presence deep within themselves, but they couldn’t enter it. It existed as a distant force, an ocean of untapped potential locked away beneath layers of limitation. They could draw power from it, shape it through their techniques, but the Mana Pool itself remained an unreachable abyss.

That changed at Rank 16.

This rank wasn’t just another step forward—it was an ascension. A transition into a higher state of being. Just like what had happened to Pyris when he was in the Sunstone Empire after his sex and collecting Ammit’s energy. Upon reaching Rank 16, an Awakened’s Mana Pool expanded, growing larger, deeper, richer in potential. The shift was subtle yet undeniable, a quiet transformation beneath the surface.

But it wasn’t until Rank 17 that an Awakened could finally step inside.

At this level, their consciousness gained the ability to descend into the very core of their being, to explore the vast ocean of mana they had cultivated over the years.

For most, their Mana Pool manifested as a lake—serene, contained, limited by their talent. Some rare geniuses possessed huge lakes, seas of mana, vast and boundless, a testament to their monstrous potential.

But Pyris?

His Mana Pool was an ocean.

Vast. Endless—almost. Tranquil.

A boundless stretch of liquid energy, so deep it seemed bottomless, so still it was almost unnatural. It was neither raging nor chaotic, unlike the elements he wielded in battle. No waves, no surges of power—just an eternal calm.

Yet, within this tranquility, colors shimmered faintly across the surface. Dark gold rippling in slow undulations. Crimson threads weaving through the depths. Flickers of void black, merging and vanishing like whispers of nothingness. All his elements existed here, not in their raw, destructive forms, but as gentle traces of his essence, scattered like dust on the surface of the deep.

It was beautiful. Infinite. A reflection of who he was.

And yet…

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Something was inside it.

Pyris stiffened.

In the middle of the tranquil ocean, two glowing eyes stared back at him.

They weren’t just watching him.

They were piercing into him.

He felt it—not just through his mana, but through his soul.

Technically , or rather, in the laws of magic Ruin wasn’t supposed to be here. Not in it’s spiritual body, let alone in it’s physical body like now.

Nothing could enter an Awakened’s Mana Pool. Nothing. Only their own consciousness. That was an absolute rule. No foreign force, no energy, no entity should be able to exist within this space.

And yet, here it was.

Small. Unmoving. Waiting.

Staring at him like it had been waiting for an eternity. Was it because Ruin at the end of the day was his element? Part of his soul, his very being! With that said, if at all other elements had physical manifestations, could they too enter his Mana Pool? After all what would stop them of they were part of him and those elements filled every bit of his Mana Pool.

"Let’s not linger!" Pyris focused, his breathing slowing as he reached inward. He wasn’t just sensing his mana—he was diving into it, sinking deeper into himself in a way he never had before.

[Ding! Host is attempting to form a Spiritual Body!]

He exhaled again, then, it began.

His very soul stirred, an unseen force awakening from within, responding to his intent. It wasn’t like moving a limb or summoning mana—it was something more fundamental. Something that had always been there but had never been given shape.

At first, there was only consciousness.

No form. No body. Just an awareness floating in an abyss of power. Then, from that formless existence, a single pulse of energy erupted.

The pulse rippled outward, and suddenly, his essence started to take shape.

A framework of pure mana formed, transparent yet glowing faintly, outlining a humanoid figure. Veins of energy branched outward, forming a complex web through his new body. These weren’t blood vessels—they were conduits of power, flowing with his very existence.

Then came the bones.

Not made of flesh, but of spiritual essence, shaped like crystalized energy, sturdy yet weightless. His spine formed first, extending upward, a pillar of strength. Then his ribs, his limbs, his hands—each piece coming together with flawless precision. Your next chapter awaits on novelbuddy

"This is so amazing I have never been, no, I have never seen anything this fascinating in my life. Oh, apart from my women." He chuckled to himself but the process wasn’t done.

Pyris felt like he was witnessing the creation of a human, only that in his case it wasn’t him witnessing the creation of his body.

"That reminds me, why is my spiritual body in human form when I’m a dragon?" He wondered. Wasn’t this supposed to like follow the natural form of his spirit.

[Host, the spiritual body being created follows you current form and since you’ve never transformed into a dragon, doing so in your spiritual form and in your mana pool could affect you. Host should wait patiently!]

"I understand but you should stop sounding like Lia!" He smiled.

His mscles followed, but they weren’t made of flesh. They were layers of compressed energy, shifting and adapting to his will, enhancing his strength without restricting movement. He could feel them flex, their power humming beneath the surface.

Finally, a thin layer of ethereal skin wrapped around him, sealing everything in place. Unlike his physical body, it was perfect, free of imperfection—yet it felt just as real. "Well, a man’s pride should be kept spiritual body or physical!" The spiritual body couldn’t be more perfect, his little dragon was still as big.

"Wait can I like... You know do it in here?"

[Unless the host wants to violate animal rights since it’s only Ruin who can enter here!]

"Stupid system... And animal rights don’t exist in this world. Stop going through my old memories!"

[Host your spiritual body is waiting!]

Then his eyes opened.

For the first time, Pyris saw his own Mana Pool not just as a presence—but as a world. The ocean of pure power He wasn’t floating. He wasn’t weightless.

He was standing. "Well, now that I can stand on water—or rather Mana Pool, I can as well turn water into wine to finish two of the Earth’s miracles!"

Beneath him stretched an endless ocean. A vast, infinite body of water that extended beyond his vision, completely still. It didn’t move like a natural sea—there were no waves, no ripples. It was perfectly tranquil, as if time had frozen it in place.

But it wasn’t just water.

It shimmered with color, shifting between deep gold, black, crimson, violet of illusion element and more. At first glance, it seemed calm, but beneath that surface, Pyris could feel it— the unmeasurable depth of his mana, his power, resting beneath.

It was his.

His ocean of mana.

And then—he took a step.

The moment his foot touched the surface, the entire ocean reacted.

Colors erupted, swirling around him, responding to his presence. Streaks of gold lightning sparked in the distance. Blood-red mist coiled through the air. Dark violet shadows slithered beneath the water’s surface. Light and fire danced like living flames, while streaks of space and time warped the air itself.

Every step he took, the elements responded—alive, awake, waiting.

Pyris flexed his fingers, watching as the colors shifted, following his movements, wrapping around him like a cloak of power. His body moved effortlessly, weightless yet grounded, connected to the vast energy surrounding him.

He clenched his fist. Power coiled, waiting to be unleashed.

For the first time, he truly understood—