Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 749

Chapter 749: Ding!
[You’ve slain Lionkin Beastmaster (Level 41). You’ve gained 77,000 XP.]

[You’ve slain Lionkin Siege Engineer (Level 43). You’ve gained 99,000 XP.]

[You’ve slain Lionkin Guardian (Level 45). You’ve gained 134,000 XP.]

[Ding!]

[You’ve reached Level 37.]

The moment the chime hit my ears, I instinctively routed every stat point into Magic, not even bothering to think about it. I didn’t have the time to. My mind was wrapped in fire, my soul in fury, and my body in her.

Vex moaned into my mouth, her kiss devouring me like a starving flame. Her lips didn’t just touch, they claimed. Her tongue pushed and twisted with euphoric desire, licking, tasting, dancing in time with the chaos erupting all around us. Her body ground against mine like we weren’t at the center of a burning kingdom, like the world itself existed for this moment alone.

[Ding!]

[You’ve reached Level 38.]

My hands slid lower, grabbing her hips, then slipping under the edge of her clothes to find the soft, perfect roundness of her butt. I massaged those heavenly mounds firmly, pulling her tighter into my lap. Her breath hitched against my lips as her rhythm quickened, grinding into me with raw, primal hunger.

Her kiss grew more feverish, more desperate. Each flick of her tongue sparked something deeper inside me, like her desire was fuel for the inferno itself. She clung to me like she’d drown without the contact, like she needed every inch of our bodies to fuse into one or she’d burn out in the blaze.

And then, while still kissing me, still moving in that desperate rhythm, Vex reached into her pocket ring with one trembling hand. I felt her fumble for a second before she drew out a vial, a mana potion of her own.

She didn’t pull away.

Didn’t ask.

Didn’t speak.

She simply raised the bottle high above our heads and, with twinkling eyes, uncorked it.

It poured down between our open mouths, mixing with our tangled tongues, soaking our lips and flowing down our throats.

We drank it like addicts. Like worshippers kneeling before a sacred altar. Each drop that touched our mouths felt like lightning, crashing into our cores and reigniting every exhausted channel inside us.

The effect was instant.

Her mana spiked. Mine surged. The fire around us shrieked higher, wilder, the world trembling as we poured raw energy back into the endless blaze.

And all the while, her mouth stayed on mine. Our tongues twisted in the shared stream, lips slick and soaked with both the remnants of the elixir and our saliva.

Her nails dug into my shoulders. My hands squeezed her buttocks even tighter.

And Lionheart continued to burn to the ground all around us.

[Ding!]

[You’ve reached Level 39.]

With a wet, slutty *Paaah!* her mouth broke away from mine, leaving a glistening string of saliva hanging between us. She panted heavily with both of her delicate hands cradling my cheeks lovingly as her gaze was locked onto me like I was the only thing left in her world.

Her pentagram red eyes shimmered like twin infernos, but beneath them, I saw the fatigue.

The shadows.

The result of her sacrifice.

“You horrible, horrible man…” she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. “How dare you make me fall for you so damn hard…? In such a short time at that?!”

“Your honor, I plead not guilty.”

She shook her head, strongly disagreeing. “The verdict is guilty! The sentence is loving me until the end of time!”

“Your honor, I’m not going to appeal that verdict.”

She giggled as we held each other’s gaze, and for a moment… just a moment, everything stopped.

The fire still raged. The city still screamed. The notifications still blinked at the edge of my vision.

But she was all I could see.

Her lips were flushed and parted. Her face glowed with sweat and magic. Her body trembled in my hands.

And her eyes…

The spell she’d cast was draining her faster than I’d anticipated. Or, to be more accurate, the expenditure of my own mana was taking from her too much and too fast. Her mana was plummeting, and in its place, exhaustion had begun to etch itself into her beautiful features.

But not just her.

I felt the hollow in my own chest as well. The boiling magic, the endless storm, the horrible carnage I’d unleashed… was nearing its limit.

My mana reserves were dangerously close to dry again.

[Ding!]

[XP threshold reached. Pass the Primordial Rank-Up Mission to proceed into the level 40s.]

It wasn’t the time to begin now. If the next rank-up trial were like the last one, time would pass while I was away. I couldn’t do that while my girls were in grave danger.

With a single thought, the Soul Reaper emerged from my pocket ring. It hovered in place for a second, as if recognizing the uniqueness of the moment, the otherworldly carnage we were the epicenter of.

The air pulsed around it. The blue fire along the blade’s edge flared to life in an instant, erupting into brilliant flame as it moved and settled firmly into my right hand.

Still seated, still buried in Vex’s embrace, I raised the saber toward the sky.

As this was going on, my left hand remained where it belonged: cupping the tantalizing flesh of her perfect buttcheek, fingers possessively grabbing onto her delicate skin. She gasped at the firm movement, but said nothing in protest.

Instead, she watched me with dreamy eyes, knowing I was about to do something incredible.

Something beyond her wildest imagination.

I took a breath, knowing I had a big decision to make.

If I went ahead… Just how many…?

No.

I couldn’t afford to hesitate.

My path to supremacy does not have room for sentimentality.

With my heart steeled, I whispered into the silence:

“[Eternal Damnation]…”

The sky cracked open.

Not with lightning. Not with thunder.

But with screams.

A million of them.

Wails of regret. Cries of anguish. Shrieks that belonged to the lionkin I’d slain with my inferno.

Children, as young as embryos that hadn’t even had the chance to leave their mother’s womb. Men, women, the frail, and the elderly.

None were spared.

They were all coming toward me, answering my call that they couldn’t deny or resist.

Their ghostly shapes fell like rain, dragged downward from above, as if heaven itself had denounced their entry.

The skies wept with lightless forms, spectral shapes screaming and reaching as they were ripped from the upper realms, forbidden from continuing their journey to the beyond. No salvation. No reincarnation. No peace.

Only me.

The Soul Reaper devoured them.

Each one that neared the blade was engulfed in brilliant cerulean flame. The fire didn’t burn them—it conquered them. Captured them and forced their obedience. Their screams were silenced the moment they touched its ethereal flames.

And for every soul it consumed, the flames grew brighter, larger, until the blade itself became a beacon in the apocalyptic storm.

A tower of blue fire in a city of red ruin.

[Ding!]

[Capture the souls of 1,000 level 20+ entities 203/1000 -> 1000/1000]

[Capture the souls of 50 level 30+ entities. 50/50]

[Capture the souls of 1 level 40+ entity. 1/1]

[The Primordial Entity Quinlan Elysiar has completed the requirements needed to unlock the necromantic abilities of the Primordial Villain class.]

[Ding!]

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