Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Kobold Chieftain
Ayame and I step into the boss chamber, and the air grows heavy with a palpable sense of danger. In the end a boss monster is a boss monster, after all. They are on a completely different plane of existence from their common counterparts.

The Chieftain roars, raising its jagged sword high, and charges at us with surprising speed for its size. I sidestep its initial swing, countering with a thrust of my spear. The creature blocks with its spiked shield, sparks flying as metal clashes against metal.

Ayame moves with swiftness befitting her 50 Agility stat points, circling around to flank the boss monster. She slashes at its back, her blade cutting through the cloak but barely penetrating the tough scales. The Chieftain roars in pain and frustration, spinning around to swing its sword at her.

Ayame dances around the Chieftain’s strikes with an elegance that borders on supernatural. Each swing of its jagged sword misses her by mere fractions of an inch, the blade slicing through the air with deadly intent. Yet, Ayame never falters, never hesitates. Her movements are a symphony of precision and grace, each dodge perfectly timed to evade the Chieftain’s attacks by the slimmest of margins.

The Chieftain’s sword whooshes past her, close enough that a single misstep would spell disaster. But Ayame remains unfazed. She shifts her weight just enough to avoid the blow, her body flowing like water around the weapon. In the same fluid motion, she counters with her own blade, delivering swift, calculated strikes that find their mark with unerring accuracy.

Her control over both her body and mind is a marvel to behold. Every movement is deliberate, a testament to countless hours of rigorous training and innate talent. She embodies the very essence of ‘living on the edge,’ her combat style a daring dance with death itself. The Chieftain’s attacks are relentless, each swing aimed to kill, yet Ayame meets them all with unwavering confidence and nerves made of adamantite.

A particularly fierce strike comes close enough to graze her cheek, the sheer force of it sending a gust of wind past her face. Ayame pivots gracefully, using the momentum to bring her sword down in a counter that slices across the Chieftain’s side. Her ability to remain in the danger zone, to use the proximity of the enemy’s attacks to her advantage, is nothing short of extraordinary. If she jumped away from harm’s way, like I often do, it would take her longer to reposition and strike. Instead, by barely moving enough to dodge, she stays within striking distance, ready to exploit even the smallest of openings.

Even when the Chieftain attempts a wild, sweeping attack meant to knock her off balance, Ayame’s agility and foresight keep her one step ahead. She ducks under the swing, her feet a blur as she sidesteps and thrusts her sword into the Chieftain’s exposed flank. The precision of her movements and the razor-thin margin by which she evades each attack leave no doubt- Ayame is a true master of her craft, her battle style a breathtaking dance on the razor’s edge.

I wake up from my daze finally as I stop watching my gorgeous companion’s mesmerizing battle style shine brilliantly on full display in front of my eyes. I use the opportunity of the kobold spending all its mental capacity on keeping Ayame in check by lunging forward and activating [Power Strike] to impale the kobold on my spearhead, though sadly I only manage to make a small dent on its scales. I see some blood pouring out, so I’m able to deal damage to it as well.

This action earns his ire as he finally realizes that he is not in a duel and tries to bash me with its shield, but I leap back, avoiding the blow. Ayame seizes the opportunity this time and delivers a powerful slash to its side. The Chieftain howls in agony, its movements becoming slower and more erratic.

The Chieftain’s heavy armor and high vitality make it a tough opponent to kill in a quick fashion. It swings its sword wildly, but Ayame and I are able to avoid its blows with coordinated movements. With him strategically pinned between the two of us, he has no chance of victory which becomes more evident with each passing moment until it finally collapses on the ground while bleeding from dozens of separate wounds.

We exchange a congratulatory glance between the two of us and simply nod; there’s no need for words of ‘good jobs’. We pick up the boss drop, a large piece of its red scale. Hopefully this one will fetch a good price.

We move onto the 4th floor and after a brief rest we begin to ‘explore’ the labyrinth, or to be more accurate, slaughter our way through. The difficulty spikes are getting noticeable with each floor we descend towards the core of the labyrinth, though the fourth floor is not hard enough to slow us down significantly.

I may be level 9 at the moment, but since I didn’t invest my free attribute points yet as I’m waiting to see whether I can become a spellcaster to decide which stats to put them into, therefore I would say that my actual level is closer to level 7 numbers-wise.

The two of us arrive at the doors leading into the 4th floor’s boss room, and this is the first time we don’t need to wait in a queue in my -albeit short- labyrinth clearing career. The boss fight itself went similarly to the previous one, with a pincer strategy where it needs to decide which one of us to focus on while the other exploits the openings this creates. We dwindled it down to its last HP and soon found ourselves in the first chamber of the 5th floor.

“How are we on time?” I inquire from my trusty samurai. I’ve completely lost track of time, but I would bet my left nut that my companion can tell how long we’ve been inside accurately.

“Good. Once we are done here we should have about two hours until the market closes down for the day.”

“Great. Then let’s get this over with.” This exploration session has been the unexpected but certainly welcome fruit of us having too much time on our hands, so we decided to spend it productively instead of procrastinating on our asses.