Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!-Chapter 419: Endlesses and Goddess Lilith

Mana trembled!

It was subtle at first—like wind holding its breath. Then it began to pull. Gather. Outside the pagoda, the golden mana condensed like fog in reverse, drawing together as if sculpted by invisible fingers. It formed a vague humanoid shape—tall, radiant, glowing from within like molten glass. A silhouette only. No face. No voice, only presence.

And then it spoke.

[Host. Have you ever heard of the Endlesses?]

The voice was neutral, layered with a mechanical cadence—but Pyris tilted his head and raised a brow.

"Yes, goddess," he muttered smoothly. "But only if you drop the system voice and facade. Can we talk normally?"

There was a pause.

Then a chuckle—low and amused, like distant thunder licking the horizon.

"You sneaky one."

"Says someone who tried to flame the system," he fired back, smirking.

A second of shared laughter hung between them—oddly human. Oddly comfortable. Even the silhouette seemed to soften at the edges.

And yet, in the middle of the pagoda, still nestled beside one of the pagoda’s smooth beams, Ruin remained exactly the same.

Impassive.

Silent.

Watching.

And Pyris was starting to think... it had been watching a lot more than he realized.

Pyris hadn’t expected this—not even a little.

The system had spoken to him before, sure. Cold lines of text. Occasional mechanical voices. But this? This was presence. This was the Goddess herself—well, a poor projection of her consciousness—somehow reaching into his Mana Pool and forming a crude mana body. Something not even a strongest god could do in one’s mana pool!

The figure before him was a silhouette. Vague. Almost laughably incomplete. It looked nothing like the radiant, terrifying, soul-burning divinity he remembered when he first glimpsed her true form. This thing had no face. No gender. No glory. Just light shaped into the idea of a person.

Still, he could feel it.

The divinity was there, faint but undeniable. Like someone had torn off a scrap of the sun and let it whisper in his realm.

"Goddess," Pyris said slowly, "this... it wasn’t summoned by me. So I haven’t even used my—"

"I know, I know!" she interrupted, her voice playful, teasing even. "I just wanted to see you, my Champion. You’ve grown so much in such a short time."

The mana body tried to smile. It really tried. But the attempt was... tragic. Its face flickered, glitched, collapsed, and reset into a neutral blur.

Pyris blinked. "Thank you, Goddess." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

She nodded, but her tone changed slightly—calmer, cooler. "But Pyris, even with all your speed... you’re not progressing as fast as you think. To mortals, it may look like you’re racing forward, a comet tearing through the sky. But from where I’m standing?"

She raised her hand—and the projection crackled with restrained power.

"Your pace is like a fire ant trying to climb a Worldtree."

Pyris winced. That was... humbling. In a fantasy world where a fire ant might die ten thousand deaths just reaching the first root, it wasn’t exactly a compliment.

"You haven’t even touched the first essence that determines your path," she continued. Her tone now was serious. Weighty.

He leaned forward, heart thudding once in his chest. "The essence of... becoming a god?"

The Goddess chuckled.

It was a sound like wind brushing through ancient ruins—playful, but laced with secrets that made stars shudder.

"Becoming a god? Pyris... that’s not a path. That’s a possibility. One of many. And not even close to the most dangerous."

Her voice softened, almost wistful. "The truth is, you’re not walking toward divinity. You’re walking toward decision. There will come a time when even the gods will kneel... or break. What you become will depend not on how fast you grow, or how deeply you understand what’s watching you grow but what you’re supposed to grow towards."

And beneath the pagoda, unseen but very much there—Ruin blinked once. But something behind those moonlit eyes... listened.

The mana around them pulsed like a heartbeat, slow and deep. She watched him in silence for a moment longer before her voice lilted gently, almost like she was speaking to a stubborn child.

"There’s nothing special about being a god, Pyris."

That made him blink. Hard.

She tilted her head. "If that’s your goal, then you’re no different than a child dreaming of candy, blind to the fact that he could own the entire mall. Godhood? That’s just the entrance fee."

She stepped closer, her tone losing its warmth.

"In truth, even if you were to ascend and take your place among the divine... you still wouldn’t have reached the First Essence of your existence. The very thing that defines who—and what—you are."

Pyris’s brows furrowed. "I don’t understand."

The goddess smirked, her faceless silhouette pulsing faintly with amusement.

"I know you’re playing clueless just so I can explain—but I’ll humor you, my Champion."

She turned away and began to descend, drifting down from the pagoda’s platform and walking out over the surface of his Mana Pool, deeper into its golden, rippling vastness. Her steps didn’t make a sound, but the mana responded—subtly shifting, parting for her like a sea before prophecy.

Pyris rose to his feet and followed, his boots pressing ripples into the stillness.

Hands akimbo, she stopped, then turned to him again.

"Tell me," she asked lightly, "have you ever heard of the Endlesses?"

He nodded. "Yeah... the system’s been dropping that word lately like it’s some kinda mantra. ’Endless this, Endless that.’ But what are they, really?"

Her silhouette was quiet. And then she spoke, voice almost reverent.

"All you need to know right now, Pyris... is that the Endlesses are nearly synonymous with the cosmoses and Existence itself. They don’t rule it. They are it."

"But that’s all I’ll tell you. For now."

She held up a finger before he could protest. "Even that is only scratching the surface. There’s more. Something better. But your soul isn’t ready for that truth—not yet."

She turned again, walking a little farther into the golden mist of his soul’s ocean.

"The Endlesses," she said, "as their name implies, are endless. They exist alongside reality, not within it. And they don’t evolve. They just... are."

Pyris exhaled slowly. "So... it’s a rank above gods or something?"

She let out a musical laugh.

"Oh, that’s cute."

And there it was—that humbling tone again, like a divine older sister mocking her favorite little brother.

"No, Pyris. An Endless isn’t a rank. It’s not some step on a ladder. It’s not defined by divinity or immortality or how many galaxies you can crush."

She turned to him now, and though her face still held no features, Pyris could feel her gaze.

"An Endless could be a god. Or an immortal. Or something else entirely. What matters is not their power title—but their nature. They exist beyond the boundaries of understanding. Beyond power scaling. Beyond rank."

She stepped closer.

"They are not strong because they are Endless. They are Endless because there is no strength that can contain what they are."

Pyris fell quiet. His mana pool did too.