The sea of mana quivered again—this time not from the presence of the goddess, but from him.
From Pyris.
The moment he accepted the Lust Embodiment, something fundamental shifted—not in the world, but in the rules that governed it.
At first, the Lust Essence had flowed in like a steady stream. He could handle it. It entered through the cracks in reality around him—threads of desire, flickers of temptation, sighs from the hearts of distant minds. He felt it touch him gently, like a breeze made of emotion.
But then it changed.
Suddenly, more came.
More than the air could carry.
More than space should have held.
The crowd gathered for the launch of the Game, oblivious to what was happening in this divine layer of reality, unknowingly fed him. Thousands of people—millions across the realm—each with thoughts, glances, silent wants. Their desires weren't spoken. They didn't need to be. It was enough that they existed. Enough that their souls whispered need.
