Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Chapter 49 Changes & New President!

Alexa, the club's mobilizer, was the last to cast her vote for Alexander's removal, but her role didn't hold as much power as others.

Figures like Jasper, the head of activities, Jessie, the financial manager, and Bofur, the dwarf responsible for the club's logistical needs, were crucial.

Jessie and Bofur, a dwarf, had also voted for Alexander's removal, fed up with how the prince had monopolized the club's resources.

Under his leadership, funds had disappeared into thin air, and while royalty like Alexander might not have considered doing such a cheap thing, the sheer amount of money—figures reaching eight zeros every month—was staggering.

The fact that Alexander had funneled those resources into his own hands while only a fraction was used for the club's benefit had left a bitter taste in everyone's mouth. His downfall was inevitable.

Now that he was out of the picture, the members turned to Pyris. His coup had been swift and decisive, but Pyris wasn't looking to grab power for power's sake.

Even Jasper's loyalty wasn't tied to blind ambition—his allegiance was to the Obsidian family, the very foundation of the club.

Still, Pyris hadn't officially positioned himself as the next president.

Jasper glanced at Pyris, measuring him. Pyris hadn't sought the position yet, but it was clear to most that he had the qualities the club needed.

Jessie, Bofur, and the others were waiting, unsure of what would happen next.

Pyris, sensing the question that loomed over the room, spoke calmly. "Obsidian Roar has been through enough. It's time for a leader who puts the club before themselves."

The members listened, and slowly, a sense of understanding settled over them. Pyris didn't need to announce himself—his actions had already done the speaking.

If the club wanted to return to its former glory, it was clear who the next president needed to be.

Jasper, looking around the room at the nodding members, turned back to Pyris. "I believe we've already found our next president," he said, his voice steady and sure.

"No, I don't intend to take over the club presidency!" Pyris' voice cut through the room, leaving a stunned silence in its wake. The members, who had been all but certain he would claim the position after his decisive role in overthrowing Alexander, were visibly shocked by his refusal.

Whispers broke out almost immediately, spreading through the crowd like wildfire.

The idea of Pyris leading had seemed so obvious just moments ago, and now that he had rejected the role, the members were left confused and uncertain about what would happen next.

Jasper, who had clearly hoped that Pyris would step up and take control, looked particularly disappointed. His respectful bow earlier had been a sign of his trust, his belief that Pyris would restore order to the club and lead it toward a brighter future.

But now, Pyris was refusing that responsibility.

The room felt unsettled, the weight of Pyris' rejection hanging in the air. Even those who hadn't openly supported him were taken aback.

After everything that had happened, it seemed only natural that he would step into the position he had so effectively paved the way for.

Pyris noticed Jasper's expression, the slight dip in his posture as disappointment flickered across his face. It was clear that Jasper had been counting on him, perhaps even looking up to him as a leader.

But Pyris had his reasons, and he wasn't about to take up the mantle just because it was expected.

"I'm not here to rule," Pyris continued, his voice firm but calm. "I did what I had to because the club deserved better. But I believe in finding the right leader, not just the most powerful or influential one."

The members fell quiet again, listening closely. They knew that whatever Pyris was about to say would be important; although he didn't hold any position on the committee, he was an Obsidian!

"I have faith that the club already has strong, capable people who can take this position and lead it the right way." Pyris' eyes flicked over to Jasper, who straightened up slightly under his gaze. "People who care about the legacy of Obsidian Roar as much as I do."

Jasper, though still surprised, seemed to regain a bit of hope. Pyris wasn't leaving the club in chaos—he was simply refusing to force himself into a position of leadership where he felt others might be better suited.

The room buzzed with uncertainty, but also a sense of possibility.

If Pyris wasn't going to lead, then the question remained: who would take up the mantle and guide Obsidian Roar into its next chapter?

Alexander stood off to the side, his gaze fixed on Pyris, his eyes smoldering with barely concealed rage.

He watched the unfolding scene, every word and gesture from Pyris stoking the fire of resentment burning within him.

Having just been dethroned, Alexander's pride was in tatters, and watching Pyris refuse the presidency—a role he had been so effortlessly poised to claim—only deepened the fury festering inside him.

His fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles turning white as he fought to contain the torrent of anger.

To see the very person who had orchestrated his downfall now rejecting the seat of power was a bitter pill to swallow. It felt like an insult added to the injury of his public humiliation.

Pyris had taken everything from him, and yet, it seemed as though he didn't even care for what he had won.

As the club members whispered among themselves, their attention focused on Pyris, Alexander's thoughts raced. He couldn't stand the idea of being cast aside, forgotten as the club moved on without him.

His mind reeled, cycling between thoughts of vengeance and the desire to reclaim what had been ripped from his grasp.

But for now, he remained in the shadows, his face betraying the storm of emotions he struggled to suppress. He wasn't done—not by a long shot.

Though his position had been stripped from him, his sense of entitlement remained intact, and deep inside, Alexander knew this wasn't over.

He would find a way to rise again.

But that wasn't possible as long as he was a member of Obsidian Roar.

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Pyris, on the other hand,, scanned the room, his sharp gaze flicking over each of the members as if weighing their potential. His eyes eventually settled on Alexa.

She was pure-hearted, someone who held the club's ideals close, but Pyris knew better than to nominate her.