Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 600: True Mastery of Magic

”Nyxara…” Luminara grumbled, she didn’t like this woman. No woman did, for she was Thalorind’s biggest slut and most successful homewrecker. Nyxara was entirely unapologetic about her wrongdoings to boot, further ruining her reputation among her fellow primordials.

”Why are you here?” Mearie inquired with a hostile tone.

”Hmm?” Nyxara cleared her teary eyes and nonchalantly stretched. Based on the loud snaps her body emanated, she’d been asleep for a very long time. ”Agghh~! That felt soo gooood~”

”Why are you here?” the human primordial repeated, her patience was thinning.

”Hmm…? Oh… I fell asleep after breaking my continuous squirting streak record, but then a flying dwarf landed on top of me… After murdering him a few thousand times, I decided to check what the ruckus was about.”

As Nyxara glanced around, something changed in her rapidly, from one moment to the next. ”Wait!”

*Sniff, sniff, sniff* She began sniffing around like a hound whose senses were suddenly stimulated by a truly curious scent, and only after a few seconds, a giant, sultry grin emerged on her lips. ”I smell a man… A fresh, innocent, and very masculine one at that… Ohhh…! I can’t believe this!” Having said that, the primordial succubus used her hands to pull the air towards her nostrils, where she inhaled greedily, greatly resembling a starved predator desperate to follow the track of her prey.

Pure ecstasy overwrote her previous, uncaring features. ”How long has it been since I smelled such a strong scent…? You oldheads have become so boring over the years… But this..! A real man, yet untainted by the cruel passage of time! Where is he?! I must…!!”

”Damn it…!” Miri cursed while summoning her battle armor and trusted spear. She was very angry with herself for having kicked Björn right onto this slumbering monster, awakening her by pure coincidence.

…

[Ding!]

[Great understanding of the fire element has been achieved.]

The little flicker of flame that had been my companion throughout this journey started spinning and dancing around me joyously as if celebrating my success.

But then its movements slowed.

The once-colorful ember lost its vibrance and began shrinking. Piece by piece, it whittled away into tiny glowing particles, scattering into the air like dying embers drifting into the void. Its purpose had been fulfilled.

[The magic system present in Thalorind and across the universe was created by the Soul Records to compensate for the inherent lack of affinity all mortals and most immortals possess for magic and spellcasting. To facilitate their use of the arcane, structured frameworks were developed in the form of premade spells calibrated for seamless casting. Magic casters are restricted to these preconfigured formulas, incapable of forming magic beyond their predefined limits.]

[Even those who attain the advanced stage of magic remain bound by these constraints. They may influence spell efficiency, adjusting mana expenditure to modify output, yet their control remains tethered to existing structures.]

A memory surfaced: Kael, the Cryomancer. I had seen it firsthand in the arena. His advanced ice magic was powerful, but despite his haughty claims, it was still restricted. He could adjust the scale of his magic, hurling small icicles or summoning massive lances of frost, but the core structure of his spell never changed. He did not create; he merely manipulated within the confines allowed to him.

[The Primordial Entity Quinlan Noir has surpassed this limitation.]

[Unlike those bound by system-enforced structures, he has stepped into a realm available only to a select few.]

[The Primordial Entity Quinlan Noir exhibits an innate elemental affinity beyond standard parameters. He is no longer a mere wielder of fire. He is its master.]

[Due to mastery over the element of fire, structured spell constraints have been rendered obsolete.]

[[Fireball] [Flame Cloak] [Burning Hands] [Inferno Blast] [Flame Serpent] [Lava Pool] [Bouncing Flames] [Pyroclasm Burst] — Removed.]

[[Fire Creation & Manipulation] — Achieved.]

A slow exhale left my lips once I was done reading the notifications.

I didn’t need to read the spell description to know I’d taken a significant step toward reaching the apex. [Fire Creation & Manipulation] was no normal spell. I was granted complete control over fire, no longer was I restrained by cooldowns and the few spells allotted to me by my Elemental Sovereign class. As long as I had mana, I could summon and command the element.

I parted my arms wide and thought about the shattered particles of my companion, the purified primordial fire elixir.

A simple intent, a command of my will, was enough.

Return.

My dominion over fire reached the stage where I no longer needed to call the names of my spells out.

Like stars reversing their collapse, the scattered particles surged toward me in a spiraling blaze, drawn by the gravity of my will.

They wrapped around my skin before sinking deep into my core. Heat surged through my veins. Not in the form of a burn but a resonance. A connection. Discover hidden stories at ṙå𐌽ꝋ𝐁ЕṦ

The moment it fully integrated, something within me shifted. A pulse of understanding. The fire was no longer a force I wielded, for it was a part of me, my existence.

I glanced at the flames obstructing my path.

The storm of fire that had been doing its utmost to erase this world, the all-consuming blaze meant to bring about its end, trembled. A sea of flames towered before me, roaring their anger arrogantly.

I wasn’t impressed by its display of power.

”You’re in the way.”

The flames hissed and spewed in resistance, refusing to submit.

Seeing this wasn’t enough, I focused inward, reaching for the essence of the fire elixir that had assimilated into my body.

Once I found what I was looking for, I snapped my fingers, letting my authority over the flames speak for themselves.

All at once, the fire parted.

I willed the endless inferno to step aside. The ocean of fire heeded, pulling back as though bowing in reverence. What had once sought to consume me now obeyed without resistance.

A path was forged through the chaos.

I stepped forward.

Each stride carried me toward the horizon, where the blazing quadrant met the ever-churning skies of the wind domain. The howling of tempests reached my ears.

Once on the border, I reached for my storage ring and summoned the second elixir bought at the Grand Auction. I popped its cork open and raised the vial to my lips.

It was time to conquer the element of wind.