Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1148: Fuck You

The Brutalizer’s eyes shone with an immense competitive edge as she looked at him and decreed, “Seventy enemies killed!”

Quinlan grinned.

His lips curved into a sly smirk. “Seventy? That’s awesome, Raika. You’re amazing.”

The Brutalizer’s brows twitched as she growled, clearly catching the undertone in his voice. Her fist clenched at her side before she released a punch at an incoming, brave soldier. He became a meaty paste that was flung back onto his comrades.

While growling at said comrades like a beast, Raika hissed, “Say your count. I bet it’s barely thirty.”

Quinlan’s smirk only widened. “My count? I don’t know, it’s a bit too much to count right now in this chaos. Maybe two hundred?”

Raika froze. Her eyes widened into two large pools. For a second, she genuinely looked shaken before narrowing her gaze into sharp disbelief. “Bad liar. You should learn how to lose with grace.”

Quinlan slashed his saber at an enemy, using all his physical stats to overpower the woman with a spear clutched in her hand.

Once her head flew off her shoulders, he laughed.

“You’re talking about losing with grace? You?”

“I never lost. You caught me off guard. It was not a proper fight.”

Quinlan amusedly shook his head, deciding he’d have to wrestle this woman into submission using his martial training and physical prowess once they got back home.

Beating her with magic didn’t seem to leave a lasting impression.

Just then, a series of cold messages appeared in his vision.

[Your Lesser Soul has been slain!]

[Your Lesser Soul has been slain!]

[Your Lesser Soul has been slain!]

He sighed inwardly. ‘An elite seems to be rampaging through in that area. They still have many level 60 and even some level 70 soldiers.’

Lesser Souls were his expendable forces, capped at one hundred at a time due to his Necromancy being at its lowest possible tier. Lesser Souls could either be used as fuel for [Soul Fusion], which was his spell used to bolster the Elite Souls, or to be summoned onto the field.

However, when he did the latter, they would become present only for the next 24 hours. Due to being lesser, they couldn’t remain permanently summoned, unlike his elites.

As such, as soon as they were ‘used,’ losing them was already a done deal.

Knowing this, the losses were nothing new, nor were they enough to make him pause. He channeled power through his saber and codex.

“[March of the Damned]!”

The ground rippled as ghostly figures took shape. Armor clinked, shields rattled, and a hundred souls rose in unison, hollow eyes glowing with unearthly light. This time, however, they were not lionkin.

Knowing the extreme benefits of emotional warfare – or rather, terror – he elected to use the dead Fujimori against their allies of the past.

The formation of the disciplined soldiers fell perfectly into place, ready to move at his command. ‘Hoh… They seem a lot more natural at cohesion than the lionkin souls… This is something to investigate later,’ Quinlan noted.

But now, it was time for action.

Quinlan’s grip shifted as he poured more mana into the blade.

“[Awaken].”

Two new forms materialized, both freshly taken from the Fujimori death. The first was a warrior clad in ornate armor, wielding a spear that gleamed with residual soul energy. The second was an archer, sporting a serene expression as her spectral bow bent to her grip and arrows of light formed at her fingertips.

Through [Soul Fusion], Quinlan had bolstered them, raising their essence to Rank 3.

Necromantic Tier Ascension

To ascend to Tier II:

Possess 10 Elite Souls of Rank 3 or higher.

3/10 → 5/10

Quinlan scanned the gathered force. One hundred Lesser Souls, two new Rank Three elites. One hundred and two soldiers, bound to his will. His grin deepened as he raised his saber and sent them charging into the Fujimori ranks.

The earth trembled under the unified march of the damned.

He turned back to Raika, who stood glaring at him. Quinlan might’ve displayed an infuriatingly smug expression on his face, as her own expression made it clear she was one breath away from punching him across the jaw.

But Quinlan pretended to ignore such signs and tilted his head with innocence, his voice smooth as silk. “I’m a summoner. Did you forget? The kills of my minions count as my own.”

Indeed, he was not unique among the summoners in that they each received the fruits of their minions’ labor. Jasmine, for example, was leveling up quite rapidly already.

The summoner archetype was a rare and sought-after class for a reason; it was quite broken. However, it wasn’t without its drawbacks. Namely, that it wasn’t quite as good at taking down the strongest enemies.

Taking Ayame as a counterpoint, her Skysplitter class would likely be overwhelmed if they were presented with 1,000 enemies and told they have a few seconds to kill as many enemies as possible, compared to Jasmine’s Tyrant of Commerce class.

Especially if the 1,000 enemies were scattered instead of waiting to be slaughtered like a herd of sheep.

However, if they were instead forced to face an overwhelmingly strong enemy, Ayame’s Skysplitter class would likely give her the edge. To kill such an enemy, Jasmine would need to expend an incredible amount of mana and gold, and even then, victory was questionable. If the enemy had ways to deal with swathes of weak enemies at once, they wouldn’t be overrun, and Jasmine would lose.

Opposed to that, a single good, empowered Skysplitter slash might kill the same enemy.

“!!” As Quinlan’s words dawned on Raika, her confident eyes faltered. Her head snapped in the direction of his new soul army, and she looked at them with disbelief.

Indeed, the advantage of Quinlan compared to other summoner types wasn’t that his summons held unique properties like giving their summoner XP if they killed enemies. No.

His advantage came from the fact that he was Quinlan Elysiar, the Primordial Villain, the Harbinger of Ruin, the Harbinger of Aeons.

Summoning was merely a small part of his arsenal. He could use elemental magic on the level that humbled ancient mages, fight in close quarters like a supreme warrior, cast teleportation gates, [Subjugate] people, and more.

There was a reason his adorable samurai liked to scoff cutely and call him stuff like ‘walking cheat.’

He was broken.

“… Fuck you.”

Raika cursed as the same realization dawned on her. She was trying to compete with a totally unfair entity.

An entity that now only needed to grind levels to take over the continent of Iskaris.

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