Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1336  Living Nuclear Reactor

With his back to the ground, Quinlan observed his girls for a moment.

Some of the women caught his eye as they were drawn in, pulled toward him as if he had an immense gravitational pull all to himself.

Seraphiel's smile tilted while her eyes sparkled. The elf was having a great time right now.

Lucille met his gaze with a smile that was more of a mad grin. The Bloodmonger was in the mood to conquer.

Ayame merely looked at him with eyes full of love before she refocused, positioning herself in the air to land and instantly begin her work.

Vex, meanwhile, outright blew him a kiss while screaming, "Hubbyyy!!!" with her arms open as if she wanted to hug him hard enough to break his bones. The woman was ecstatic. What they achieved right now, and what the future had in store for them, made it impossible to remain calm and collected, especially when she could do all this while staying next to the love of her life.

Ria looked like she might just faint from pure fangirling. This moment was more than anything she ever dared hope would come of her seeing her idol in action.

Once again, Quinlan had surpassed her wildest expectations.

The rest of the Black Fang gang and some others, like Lyra and Sylvaris, remained composed, though Raika did look like she was on the brink of thanking him for giving her such a good opportunity to get stronger.

Instead, she elected to glare at him with eyes of challenge.

Quinlan blew them all a theatrical kiss for good measure, then turned away.

Instantly, his features hardened, not one bit playful.

It was time for business.

The ladies would land here, in the city center, letting them begin strategizing and working together.

But Quinlan was different. To be most effective, he needed space.

The air behind him compressed.

Wind folded in on itself, layers stacking tighter and tighter until space itself resisted. Then, Quinlan drove his arms forward and released it all at once. The blast tore outward in a wide cone, raw and violent, hurling him forward with savage speed.

It was such a brutal velocity that even with his Vitality, which was high enough to shame most tankers, he would've felt discomfort as his skin tried to peel off his flesh.

But such a thing did not happen.

Because he had a truly amazing partner in crime.

Synchra sealed tighter along his frame, every seam locking, every plate shifting by a hair to match the force ripping across his body.

Thin lines of red light traced along her surface, bleeding into faint flames that clung to her edges, not burning outward but holding firm, bracing him against the wind pressure.

The flames bent backward, pulled into the gale he rode.

Quinlan cut through the sky like a projectile, with air - now painted red due to Synchra's efforts - screaming past him hard enough to blur the world.

The settlement rushed up to meet him. Walls. Towers. Defensive lines bristling with weapons turned toward the siege engines.

From the ground, tens of thousands watched.

Dwarves had their mouths wide open. Elven officers lifted their heads and blinked a thousand times each. Engineers forgot their instruments as a red-streaked figure tore across the sky with extreme violence.

But the besiegers were not the only ones who reacted.

The change - the terrifying creature in black armor with red streaks tearing the skies apart as he exploded straight toward them - reached the defenders a breath too late.

Someone screamed first. Then another. Shouts broke loose along the walls as heads snapped back and pointed. Mages staggered back and began chanting defensive spells.

Some engineers tried to rotate their machinery, while others, mostly those whose tools had no such rotating capability, abandoned their stations outright, turning to run.

But they all had one thing in common:

Too slow.

The red-streaked figure was already there.

Quinlan crossed the last stretch of air in less than a blink. The pressure front hit before he did, flattening banners, snapping ropes, and knocking men and women off their feet as if struck by an invisible wall.

But they weren't even afforded the time to fall properly.

Because, in that instant before impact, Quinlan drew inward. 'Let's see how big a bang my current self can create…' he muttered inwardly as heat began to gather.

It did not gather in his hand, nor in a single point.

Everywhere.

It gathered everywhere.

It pulled inward through muscle, bone, and marrow, dragged from every thread of mana he had already bled into the air. His lungs locked as the pressure climbed. His heartbeat slowed, each thud heavy enough that he felt it against his ribs.

Synchra tightened further with her plates bracing, seams sealing as if she knew what was coming and was trying to keep him from tearing himself apart.

Quinlan clenched his jaw and pulled harder, having decided he'd announce his participation in this war with the biggest of bangs.

Numbers burned behind his eyes.

Mana reserves fell in sharp, clean drops.

3200/3713

3000/3713

2400/3713

He did not slow.

Even the trace moisture in the air was stripped and compressed.

His lungs refused to draw breath. His heartbeat thudded once, twice, each impact heavy enough to rattle his ribs from the inside.

Synchra reacted on instinct.

Her plates locked down hard, overlapping tighter than they ever had before. Internal bracing structures flared to life, distributing force across his torso and spine. The faint red flames tracing her seams thickened, clinging to his outline and reinforcing it, holding him together as the power inside him reached a point where flesh alone would have failed.

Mana continued to drain.

2000/3713

1200/3713

500/3713

His vision narrowed. The world ahead blurred, not from speed this time but from sheer density. Space itself felt thick around him, resistant, like he was forcing his way through something viscous.

<Wifey, I'm taking,> he decreed right into Vex's mind.

<Take it all!>

The response slammed back into him without hesitation.

The curse connecting them, formed by Vex herself so that she could always protect the love of her life, even if she wasn't next to him, ignited.

Vex's mana flowed in like a breached reservoir. It flooded through the channels already burning hot, hundreds of units pouring straight into the collapsing core he was building inside himself.

His own reserves hit zero and did not stop there.

He took more. Two hundred. Then more.

Quinlan's muscles locked fully now.

Every fiber of his body engaged at once. Back, chest, legs, even the small stabilizers along his spine. This was not a punch. There was no single limb driving the release. He made himself the center. A living conduit. A containment vessel stretched to its absolute limit.

In this moment, Quinlan became the nuclear reactor of his own magic, holding pure destruction inside the walls of his body.

The heat reached a point where it stopped feeling like warmth at all.

It became mass.

Then he stopped pulling.

For a fraction of a second, everything held.

Quinlan hung in the air, wrapped in red wind and sealed armor, his body glowing through Synchra's seams as if something inside him was pressing outward, searching for release.

Then he let go.

The detonation expanded with sheer violence.

Fire tore outward from his core in every direction at once. This was not a wild, scattered explosion, but a dense and crushing one, a sphere of incandescent force that erased space around him.

Wind followed immediately after, scouring and compressing the fire into a rolling wall that chewed through stone, steel, and flesh alike.

The world inside that radius ceased to function as a battlefield.