Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 750

Chapter 750: Universal Announcement
Across the dying city of Lionheart, a hush fell. Not because the fires dimmed or the screams quieted, but because reality itself paused.

The skies trembled.

The earth shivered.

And then, everyone—from gods perched on celestial thrones to nameless, barefoot farmers tilling soil beneath dying suns—saw it.

A golden window etched itself into existence before every sentient being’s soul.

A message.

A systemic decree from the Soul Records itself.

[UNIVERSAL ANNOUNCEMENT]

A threshold has been crossed. For the first time since the inception of timekeeping, an entity has met and exceeded the foundational criteria to access True Necromancy.

Existing classifications are now obsolete.

Effective immediately, all current holders of the [Necromancer] class and its evolved versions shall have their designation reclassified to [Corpse Animator].

Reclassification Reason:

Insufficient connection to the Absolute Root of Death. Incomplete authority over soul manipulation. Reliance on external catalysts.

Unworthy.

The designation [Necromancer] has been reissued.

New holder:

Quinlan Elysiar, the Primordial Villain, the Harbinger of Ruin.

This is not a revision.

This is a correction.

—

And then, the skies fractured.

Gods raged. Mortals screamed.

But none could deny it.

A new sovereign of death had been born.

Not a puppeteer of corpses.

Not a pale imitation working with rot and bone.

No.

A true necromancer.

The only one worthy of the title.

…

Somewhere in the shadowed heart of the world, deep beneath the desolate peaks of the Deathspire Range.

A grand obsidian table sat cracked and groaning in protest beneath the weight of the undead who surrounded it. Wraith-lords, bone-cloaked liches, corpse-bound saints, and necrotic abominations alike sat cloaked in their death-shrouds. The Council of the Covenant of Eternity—the undisputed monarchs of undeath on the Iskaris Continent—gathered in silence.

A silence shattered not by voice…

…but by the ding that echoed across the realm:

[Ding!]

[Your class has been changed! Necromancer → Corpse Animator.]

[Reason: You are not him.]

The room grew cold. Colder, if such a thing were possible in the tomb of the deathless. Even the air, if it could still be called that, trembled.

“…Corpse Animator? I’m not him?!” hissed Archlich Vozen, the Pale Tyrant of Karth, his skeletal fingers curling with fury around the black scepter in his hand. “What sick joke is this?!”

“No…” murmured the Blind Grave Oracle, her sockets burning with black fire. “This is not a joke. This is the new law of existence.”

“The Soul Record does not joke,” agreed Gorthrax the Eternal, who hadn’t spoken in three centuries. “This is an edict. A universal correction.”

“Who is he?” Vozen spat the word like acid. “Who dares invalidate us?! I’ve raised nations from nothing! I’ve burned cities to cinders with the shriek of banshees! I-!”

“You raise puppets, reanimate corpses,” said a new voice from the shadows. One of their own, and yet… not. It was The Drowned King. “It seems the Primordial Villain raises dominion itself.”

They all turned to him.

And in their sunken eyes… was fear.

…

High above the clouds, in the Astral Garden of Liliyanna.

The elegant Goddess paced the silver walkway of her divine realm, biting her fingernails with overwhelming anxiety. Her usually composed silver-and-black robe was ruffled, her divine aura crackling with unstable anger.

“He’s stealing my souls!” she screamed for the fifth time in the last five seconds, voice trembling with equal parts fury and disbelief. “That damned newborn…!! Who does he think he is? Burning cities, devouring spirits—my spirits?!”

She lifted a hand to smite.

To erase him.

A simple act. A flick of her wrist, and his name would be nothing more than a whisper in forgotten history. She would have to pay a grand price for intervening in the mortal world to this degree, and if Mearie and Luminara had ever learned of what had transpired they would never forgive her even in a billion years, but the Goddess saw no other option. Quinlan was taking too much. He was being too greedy. If she allowed him to continue on this path, he would single-handedly lead Thalorind to destruction.

She feared the day an Astral Conquest would arrive, where gods, more like soul raiders, rampaged through her domain, destroying everything in their path.

Somehow, her fears became true without the arrival of a single god! Just what was wrong with her luck?! Ever since this damned newborn plopped down onto the Iskaris Continent, she could never take a single, relaxed breath!

But before the divine smite could fire, it happened:

[A correction has been made.]

[The Necromancer class has been reclaimed.]

[New Holder: Quinlan Elysiar, the Primordial Villain, the Harbinger of Ruin.]

[This is not a revision.]

[This is a correction.]

Liliyanna froze.

The skies of her realm shattered. Cracks in reality itself forked above her divine garden as even the stars seemed to shift, orienting toward a new axis.

Him.

“That’s…” she whispered, her voice hollow with growing realization. “That’s impossible…”

Her fists trembled.

“Just what is that creature planning…?”

…

Elsewhere—in the endless golden expanse of the Pantheon Nexus—

The halls of the High Assembly thundered with the footsteps of gods.

Thirty-two greater deities marched in formation, their divine armor gleaming with planetary sigils. High God Vurnax, Warden of Balance, led the charge with a grim expression on his face. Behind him were the War God Kravik, the Flame Mother N’shara, the Voidborn Twins, the Tidefather, and countless others.

They weren’t just enraged.

They were terrified.

“This cannot stand! The Soul Records have been acting all too weird lately! It reshapes definitions! Corrupts the architecture of divine order! If the Soul Record makes one exception—just one—it undermines everything! Everything!”

“Quinlan Elysiar, the Primordial Villain?! I’ve never heard of that name, but only primordials can hold Primordial classes…” hissed N’shara. “They’re inferior beings, born from our magic! This can’t be allowed stand! We must demand that the Soul Records rescind its correction!”

And so, thirty-two gods set off toward the Soul Record’s Core, demanding an audience.

But they were not met with open arms.

They were met with silence.

Cold. Empty. Unmoving.

Because things have already been set in motion. The grand administrator of the universe had no plans of taking back the correction.

…

Across all the universe, from slums to sanctums, back alleys to astral temples, from nameless beggars to elder dragons…

Every soul who gazed at their interface now saw the truth:

[The One True Necromancer: Quinlan Elysiar, the Primordial Villain]

[Former class holders: Retitled → Corpse Animator]

[Reason: They are not him.]

The truth was final.

Unchallengeable.

Unbreakable.

Unyielding.

The Primordial Villain had claimed his throne over death… and the universe would burn or bow in response.