Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!-Chapter 420: The One Existence and Reality

The golden feel of mana curled around them, slow and weightless like the universe had stopped breathing just to listen. Pyris kept walking beside the goddess’s projection, his steps careful but steady, every word she spoke chiseling itself deeper into his mind.

"For instance," the Goddess continued as they walked across the mirrored ocean of mana, "imagine a god at their peak. Let’s say they unleashed everything—all their power. They might be able to wipe out a mortal realm, erase it like ink spilled over a scroll."

Pyris nodded slowly, absorbing the weight of her words.

"But an Endless?" she went on, her tone almost teasing now. "An Endless could do that millions of times over. Not because they try harder. But because they are more. More than reason. More than balance. More than creation."

"And that’s only a modest comparison. The power of an Endless isn’t just multiplied—it’s scaled existentially. The higher their attunement, the more terrifying their influence. Some Endlesses hold threads of entire multiverses inside their single breathe—just a single breathe Pyris. Some don’t even need to act. Their mere presence is a form of collapse."

She paused, letting that linger in the air.

"Endlesses can only be compared to fellow Endlesses! And yes—some are stronger than others. The higher the nature and concept behind them, the more powerful the Endless becomes. Power rank still plays a role... but it’s more like fuel added to something that already burns beyond comprehension."

Pyris exhaled slowly. It was overwhelming—but it made a strange kind of sense. Just barely enough to follow.

It was mind-breaking, almost. But Pyris nodded.

It made a strange kind of sense. An overwhelming sense.

"...So how does someone become an Endless?" he asked, still trying to piece it all together. "How do you reach that?"

The Goddess turned to him again.

"You don’t," she said plainly. "Not like how you ’become’ a god. An Endless isn’t a choice. It’s not something you reach for."

She gestured at the skyless ceiling of his inner world, at the horizon that stretched infinitely.

"An Endless is what you are when existence itself decides that you represent something fundamental. Something too vast for definition. Something eternal and endless."

Pyris furrowed his brows. "What does that even mean?"

"Take Death, for example," she said softly. "Death is an Endless not because she wanted power, or reached a rank, or passed some divine test. Death is Endless because of what she represents. The concept she embodies is eternal. Inescapable. Boundless."

Pyris’s eyes widened slightly. "Wait—Death is a woman?"

The goddess stopped.

Then, slowly, ever so slowly, she turned.

Flick.

With a single glowing finger, she flicked his forehead hard enough to jolt his mana and make him stumble a half-step back.

"Of course you’d jump straight to that," she said, exasperated but grinning behind the mana shell. "Seriously? That’s the detail you picked out?" she said with mock disbelief. "You really are the Champion of Lust. All the cosmic insight flying around, and that’s what you focus on?"

Rubbing his forehead with a sheepish grin, Pyris shrugged. "What can I say? I can resist a lot of things, but not the allure of a woman. Especially not a powerful one. A woman with that much power? That’s dangerously hot."

The Goddess sighed. "Hopeless."

"I can’t resist the allure of a powerful woman, Goddess. It’s in the job title."

She sighed, though there was amusement hidden under her exasperation.

"Well then, you’ll be happy to know Death isn’t the only one."

She turned back, walking again. "There are others. Endlesses like Moon, Duality, and more—each bound to ancient forces, each shaped not by choice, but by inevitability."

"Moon..." Pyris echoed, his thoughts flashing.

He remembered.

Moonveil.

The woman whose starlit tears had once touched his hand. The one who called the system called a child of the Moon. He had saved her, hadn’t he?

"Wait—Moonveil... is she really... the child of that Moon?" He’d thought she was just blessed by the as in giving some of it’s power since she was a moon elf and did didn’t read through it so much.

The Goddess didn’t answer.

She just smiled.

A soft, dangerous kind of smile.

The goddess paused. "In a way, yes. Moonveil was born of the Moon’s echo—her will made flesh. You’ve touched the orbit of something far more ancient than you realized, Pyris."

She glanced back.

"And that... is why you’re being watched. Not by me. But by an Endless like Moon herself. You didn’t just save a woman you like, Pyris. You altered the orbit of a divine aspect."

He breathed in slightly. Did they know Moonveil had some kind of past with him. At least as far as he knew, there was a past connection between the two of them.

The goddess stopped in the middle of the glowing sea of mana, her silhouette outlined in divine brilliance, and turned to Pyris with an air of sacred finality.

"Now listen carefully, Pyris," she said, her voice no longer playful, but layered with solemn gravity. "What I’m about to tell you is not something mortals—or even most gods—were ever meant to understand. But you must."

She lifted a hand, and the mana responded. In the air between them, radiant glyphs and flowing lines of energy formed a great structure—an invisible ladder that shimmered with ancient power. Each tier pulsed like the heartbeat of creation itself.

"This... is the metaphysical hierarchy," she said. "The structure of everything. From the absolute highest to the lowest, this is how reality is built:

Above all is Existence — the boundless source from which all realities, cosmoses, and truths emerge. It is not shaped by law; it is where law is born. Concepts, voids, and even realities unrealized dwell within its limitless being.

Two is Reality – the totality of all that is—the container of all layers and truths.

3. Cosmos – the divine engine that weaves Existence into organized systems.

4. Omniverse – countless multiverses bound together, each distinct in law and nature.

5. Multiverse – a cluster of parallel universes, each a thread in the greater loom.

6. Universe – a singular, self-contained system of stars, matter, and spiritual law.

7. Realm – fragments or dimensions within a universe, often governed by gods or ancient laws.

8. World / Planet / Domain – individual realities, physical or otherwise, where life plays out its stories."

She let the vision hover, glowing softly in the golden light.

"There are even lower levels," she added, "insignificant specks in comparison. But this—this is the spine of it all."

Pyris stood frozen, absorbing the depth of it all.

Then she raised her voice, crisp and clear:

"And the Endlesses—they exist across all these layers. From Reality itself down to the Worlds, their presence is interwoven with every level of creation. They are not gods. They are not concepts. They are the embodiment of the fabric that binds all things."

He glanced at her, eyes slightly narrowed. "So... they’re like rulers of each level?"

"No," she said firmly. "They are not rulers. They are aspects. Concepts Embodiment made flesh. They don’t govern things—they are those things."

She gestured again, and names began to shimmer in the air—each one radiating a unique aura.

Life.

Death.

Balance (or Duality).

Fate.

Time.

Moon.

Void.

Dream.

Despair.

Destruction.

Chaos.

Order.

Will.

Space.

"These," she said, "are Endlesses. They aren’t elements, but some have become so fundamental to reality that elemental systems formed around them. For instance: Time. The Endless of Time is not just a being—it is the origin, the master, the sovereign of the Time element across the entire Existence. Wherever Time exists, it exists because of them."

Pyris frowned, stunned. "So... Endlesses aren’t just gods or higher-tier beings?"

She turned and met his gaze directly. "No. Endlesses are not part of a ladder. So, no, you don’t ascend to become one like some divine promotion.

"You don’t become one because you desire it. You don’t earn it. You are born into it. It’s a path decided by your very existence—by the foundation of your soul and purpose. You don’t walk toward being Endless. You are it, or you’re not."

And then her voice dropped one last time, quieter now. Almost reverent.

"Above even the Endlesses, there is one more. A presence beyond presence. An observer who sits outside the entire hierarchy. The one who watches the Existence itself."

She turned her gaze toward the far edge of the mana sea.

"Most call it The One. But it has a name. A name very few will ever know. And one day..."

She looked back at Pyris.

"You might learn about it."