Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 127: A Champion

Chapter 127: A Champion

Elion was curious.

Obviously, now he knew this whole situation had something to do with her. And the system. He could glean a few things from this already; he might be wrong, but the clues were there.

Right now, Ophelia was still finishing her Story, so he kept these theories at the back of his mind. Ophelia’s voice lowered as she continued.

“No blessing meant no protection, and we had nothing but our own strength to protect ourselves.”

“Many theories spread through our people. Some blamed fate. Others blamed divine politics. But most believed it was because of the ruler at the time.

“He had… a reputation,” Ophelia admitted. “I cannot say he was innocent.

“The timing, however, was perfect.

“The paladins returned,” she said. “But this time, they did not come alone.”

“A mysterious group aided them. Their coordinated attacks were very effective. We did not have time to gather and make contingency plans; hell, I hear they couldn’t even fight back.

“They struck everywhere. All at once.”

Her fingers tightened slightly.

“The results were… devastating.”

Silence settled in the room.

“Today,” she said slowly, “there are only six succubi left alive. Including Esme and myself.”

Esmeralda’s face remained calm, but her eyes were distant.

“The incubi were stubborn, thinking with their cocks and brawn instead of using their heads; they went into every fight head-on despite the obvious disadvantage. Bunch of stupid meatheads. You can imagine what happened. My husband,” Ophelia continued softly, “was the last incubus alive until eventually, he too died of old age.”

She paused.

“That was over a century ago.”

Elion felt the weight in her voice. It was heavy.

She hadn’t described the slaughter in detail. She didn’t need to. He could imagine it, what kind of cruel extermination could lead a whole race of people to the brink of extermination.

A race reduced to six people.

Pity stirred faintly in his chest. But only faintly.

He didn’t know what he was expected to say. Comfort her? Offer sympathy?

No.

Empty words would change nothing.

And despite the irony of his own half-succubus bloodline, the story did not move him deeply. That bloodline was something he had acquired. Not something he was born into. And definitely not something he grew up protecting, nor would he be willing to risk his life for.

He understood their loss.

But understanding did not mean he would go out of his way to seek vengeance for them or anything.

He remained silent, waiting.

Because he could already tell that this story was not about grief.

It was leading somewhere.

Ophelia lifted her head slowly.

Esmeralda did the same.

Both of them looked up at Elion now, their eyes steady. Expectant.

“Now,” Ophelia said quietly, “we arrive at the important part.”

A small pause.

“You.”

The word hung in the air.

Elion did not move, and he did not react to having the story shift to him. He could kind of see a glimmer of where this was going now.

“You see,” Esmeralda continued, “recently… the Goddess’ blessing returned.”

Her voice carried something careful. Measured.

“Without warning,” Ophelia added. “And without explanation.”

For centuries, they had received nothing. No divine favor. No guidance. Only silence.

“And then, suddenly,” Esmeralda said, “it was back. Hope. ”

Hope.

That was the word Ophelia used.

“Of course,” she continued, “she did not tell us why she abandoned us for so long.”

There was no anger in her tone. Only acceptance.

“Our relationship with the Goddess of Lust is not like what you see with the followers of the Goddess of Light, or similar institutions.”

Elion listened quietly.

“We do not worship her,” Ophelia said. “She never asked that of us.”

Esmeralda nodded. “Our ancestors were not born as sex demons. They were originally human.”

Elion’s eyes sharpened slightly.

“Our records state that long ago,” Ophelia explained, “our people were a small, isolated tribe of humans. Nothing special, we had no great power.”

“And then,” Esmeralda continued softly, “one day, the Goddess of Lust blessed them with her power. For reasons we do not know.”

“She didn’t bless them with small favors or with unimaginable power. But shared her very own blood essence, turning us into what people would call her spawn. This granted us lots of things. ”

Abilities that reshaped their blood.

Changed their race.

Turned them into something new.

“After that,” Ophelia said, “she vanished. Without a word.”

“She reappears only at certain points in history,” Esmeralda added. “Just as she did now.”

The room grew quiet again.

“And when the blessing returned this time,” Ophelia said slowly, “something else happened.”

Both women held his gaze.

Ophelia held Elion’s gaze, her voluptuous form still arched in submission on the rug.

“You see,” she said calmly, “the Goddess left us a message this time. She told us one simple thing.”

Esmeralda’s voice followed, steady and clear, her smaller frame trembling faintly as she pressed her forehead back to the floor, ass wiggling subtly in emphasis. “While she could not change what had already happened, she could determine how the future would turn out. So, she said she had found a champion.”

Silence filled the room.

“A champion,” Ophelia repeated, her tone laced with reverence and hunger, arching her back deeper to make her heavy tits drag across the rug, nipples scraping fibers that sent shivers up her spine. “To lead what little remains of our race.”

Elion’s eyes did not waver, but something in his expression flattened.

“And,” Esmeralda added carefully, glancing back with those dark, intense eyes, her full lips parting as she shifted, thighs spreading wider to expose more of her wet cunt, lips parting to reveal the pink inner walls that pulsed invitingly. “To ensure we do not go extinct.”

That was when the meaning settled fully.

Slowly, and thoroughly.

“You understand what that means, don’t you?” Ophelia asked, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, eyes locking onto his with feral intensity

Elion closed his eyes for a brief second, the image searing into his brain: him as their breeder. A dull pressure began forming behind his temples.

Of course, he understood.