Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!-Chapter 360: Shifting Lively Odds

That’s how untouchable they were.

And why?

Because their empire wasn’t built on politics. A priestess sat at the head of the Serenova Family. Better than anyone, each empire knew that Serenova Enterprises controlled at least 60% of their economy and 30% of their courts. And now—that family had aligned itself with House Obsidian?

Silent Night’s face turned grim.

This wasn’t just bad.

This was disastrous.

Drakos’ entire plan—every single effort he had made to crush House Obsidian—was rotting away before it even began. If House Obsidian gained the Serenova Family’s blessing…

They wouldn’t just be powerful.

They would be untouchable than they were right now.

Her fingers twitched.

Silent Night couldn’t wait any longer.

Every second mattered. Every passing moment meant the Dragon Empire was slipping further behind, its influence crumbling while House Obsidian rose higher—untouchable, unstoppable.

The Serenova Family’s backing was a death sentence to Drakos’ plans. If the Obsidians secured their support, then it wasn’t just the Dragon Empire that would be at risk—it was every empire that had ever dared to challenge them. Her grip tightened around her glass, the cold surface doing nothing to soothe the storm raging inside her.

Drakos needed to know.

Now.

Silent Night pushed her chair back, moving swiftly but discreetly.

She had to deliver this news before it was too late.

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Veyna’s gaze flickered toward Silent Night as she sat motionless, her fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass. The moment Silent Night shifted, Veyna’s lips curled into a knowing smirk.

"She’s moving," she whispered, voice barely above a breath.

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Yet, her words traveled—carried through the air as if they had a will of their own, an invisible ripple spreading outward. Across the grand halls of the noble gathering, vampire lords caught the silent message. Some chuckled under their breath, others merely raised their brows in interest.

But far away, within the dim glow of a VVIP suite, the words reached ears they were meant for.

Dracula sat cross-legged in a lavish armchair, his fingers idly tapping against the armrest. His wine glass, filled with a deep crimson liquid, remained untouched. He didn’t need to drink—he was waiting.

Two figures knelt before him, shrouded in the suffocating presence of shadows. Dracula finally moved, lifting his gaze to them. "Take her down."

No elaboration. No hesitation.

The two figures melted into the darkness, their presence vanishing like wisps of smoke. They weren’t phantoms pe say, not in the literal sense—but their existence was no different from death itself. Dracula’s phantom Guards. The silent executioners of the night.

Silent Night had no idea that her every step had just become a countdown.

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The city stirred beneath the golden hues of dawn, bathed in the soft glow of the rising sun. Warm light spilled over towering skyscrapers, their glass surfaces reflecting streaks of amber and crimson. The streets, still damp with morning dew, bustled with life as merchants pulled open their storefronts and airships soared lazily overhead, their sleek designs cutting through the sky.

In the noble district, where luxury met power, servants hurried about in finely pressed uniforms, delivering breakfast platters to private balconies overlooking the bustling cityscape. The air carried the aroma of freshly brewed elven tea, rich pastries, and sizzling meats—a breakfast worthy of aristocrats.

But beneath the picturesque morning, tension crackled in hidden corners. Whispers flowed through grand halls and secret chambers, speculation rising like smoke from an unseen fire. The world was shifting, alliances teetering on the edge, and every noble with a shred of influence knew that today’s events could reshape the balance of power. The Obsidians were bringing with them the shifting odds everyone was interested in. A pie everyone wanted a piece of. Even the empires were not spared in this madness.

Silent Night walked with the same measured grace she always carried. Not too fast, not too slow. Just enough to blend into the waking city without drawing unwanted attention. But her senses were sharpened—ears tuned to the faintest disturbances, eyes catching the subtlest shifts in shadows.

She moved further, away from the bustling streets, slipping into the silent corridors between buildings.

Then, she stopped.

A flicker. A shift.

Her instincts screamed at her in a loud warning.

Without hesitation, she moved, leaping back just in time as red tendrils lashed out from the darkness ahead, slicing through the air with terrifying speed. They struck where she had just stood, carving deep lines into the concrete.

Her feet hit the ground meters away, sliding slightly from the force. A thin layer of dust swirled in the air.

A chuckle echoed through the alley. Smooth, mocking.

"Well, well... aren’t you quick?" Silent Night’s gaze snapped toward the source. A pair of glowing crimson eyes stared back at her from the depths of the alley, the darkness around them twisting unnaturally, as though it had gained sentience.

The air thickened.

She was being hunted.

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This side of the city, no matter how advanced Argos was, still bore the marks of division—lower class, middle class, nobles, and royals, each in their designated domains.

The noble district of the Dragon Empire was a sight to behold—an expanse of towering structures that kissed the sky, a testament to the power and wealth that ruled this part of Argos. Obsidian Tech Tower loomed above all, a monolith of innovation, flanked by luxurious hotels, extravagant manors, and sprawling estates that housed the elite. Beyond this sector lay the royal circle, where the blood of ancient dragons resided, their power absolute.

Yet, despite the opulence, today was different.

The air buzzed with something unspoken. Despite the rigid social hierarchy, this part of the city was never quiet. It pulsed with life, filled with energy, and today was no exception. But the usual liveliness of the district was tinged with an underlying tension, a shift in the fabric of the city itself.

Even the skyline shimmered with a sense of inevitability, as if the city itself was holding its breath. It shimmered with an unspoken shift, and even the ground beneath seemed to hum with anticipation. The air was charged—change was coming.

And in the shadowed alleys beneath this grandeur, the source of that tension was unfolding—

A confrontation.

Silent Night stood her ground.

Before her, two figures loomed, dressed in the depths of black, their presence a chilling void in the already darkened alleyway. She knew who they were.

Something was happening.