Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1311  Heʼs Here

Ria, with her face being a mask of sheer disgust, glared through the runed bars. Her words spat venom directly at the two guards. ”You pieces of shit orcs who are happy to act as the minions of the undead! Youʼre dumb brutes who canʼt even grasp a single order of their boss! Fucking pigs!”

The insults, however, only seemed to fuel their vile excitement. The older man and his partner chuckled with their eyes wide and glittering, full of sick anticipation. They stopped whispering, now loud enough to ensure the women heard every repulsive word.

The older man slowly licked his lips. The predatory movement was deliberate as he ran his gaze over Riaʼs figure, which was still bound and defiant. ”Mmm, I like the fire in this one. Maybe Iʼll start with her,” he purred, tapping the restraints on his belt.

The younger manʼs face twisted in a shocked grimace. ”Hey, werenʼt we exacting vengeance? We should start with the one who killed our brother! I want to hear her cry and beg.”

A cruel, knowing grin stretched the older guardʼs face. ”Weʼll get to her, runt. Being forced to wait and watch while her precious friends are put through the paces will be part of her punishment. Donʼt rush the appetizer.”

The younger oneʼs eyes shone brightly at the thought. ”Oh! Youʼre so smart!” He licked his own dry lips, letting his gaze drift over the protective huddle the girls had formed. His focus landed on the petite, quiet figure of Felicity. ”Then Iʼll start with the smallest one. Pulling her helmet off will be like unboxing a present! Is she cute? Is she ugly? Is she a hottie?! I donʼt know, but I am eager to find out!”

”You disgusting piece of shit! Sheʼs a child in her early teens! Youʼre a disgrace to the entire human race!” Ria shrieked. Her voice was cracking with sheer, unadulterated revulsion as she took an angered step forward and slammed her head against the bars. ”Donʼt you dare touch her, you monster!”

In this moment, she did not care for her own personal safety; she just wanted to strangle the men before her.

The older man merely threw his head back and laughed, releasing a sound that was as ugly and guttural as the names Ria had called him. ”You have acquired taste, my friend. I approve,” he sneered, finally turning his full attention back to the women, his hand now moving with purpose to fully draw the metal gag from his pouch.

That was when everything stopped for Ria. The world went silent. It wasnʼt a lack of sound per se that made her feel as such. Instead, it was the abrupt, physical cessation of movement in the air, the freezing of light, the total, suffocating cancellation of space.

Behind the two guards, the air did not stir; it simply tore. Where there had been a cold, metallic corridor, there was now a void, a raw, bruising tear in reality, darker than shadow, swirling with the colors of a fresh contusion. It was utterly silent, yet its presence was louder than a cannon shot.

A figure stepped out of the rift. Tall, imposing, and saturated with an aura of bloodlust.

Riaʼs eyes widened into saucers, fixed on the newcomer. She was frozen in place, breath held, incapable of making a sound. He was here.

But the two guards, completely consumed by their repulsive planning, were entirely oblivious to the new arrival.

The older man was still examining the gag. ”Itʼs been a while since Iʼve used this. It was quite effective the last time, let me tell you that much-”

*CRUNCH!*

The guards didnʼt even finish turning their heads.

A metal-clad hand clamped down on both throats at once. The force squeezed the breath out of them in a single violent jolt. Their eyes bulged, pupils shaking, mouths forced open by the sudden crush of air leaving both of their lungs in a sharp, broken wheeze.

Their boots kicked at the ground in wild panic as the man lifted them like sacks of grain, one in each hand. Their fingers clawed at his gauntlets, scraping desperately, failing to find a single point of leverage. Their legs flailed, armor clattering, heels slamming against the man.

He did not budge.

Only then did they think to look for help.

Their gazes shot toward the skeletal sentries.

The undead constructs reacted at once, already in motion by this point. Their joints locked into a combat stance and were already lunging.

But the man didnʼt spare them a glance.

His head didnʼt turn.

His grip didnʼt loosen.

He simply looked into the eyes of the choking guards, two men who, seconds ago, believed they had complete control over helpless prey.

The invader spoke a single word.

”[Awaken].”

The hovering saber on his back came alive with blue flames.

Then the air behind him rippled.

A stream of pale-blue lights poured out of the floating blade, forming humanoid shapes, armored in spectral gear. Soldiers of the dead.

A hundred of them. Their forms sharpened as they lined up around their summoner, silent, waiting only for the next sound to give them purpose.

Quinlanʼs eyes stayed on the men gasping in his grip as his lips parted for a second time.

”Destroy.”

A single word, once again.

The soldiers moved instantly.

No roar. No warning. Only the blunt, direct rush of spectral bodies surging into the room. The first row slammed into the undead sentries with shields raised; the second row followed with spectral blades drawn. The clash was immediate and brutal, with metal ringing against bone and runes bursting with sparks as spectral force - the true necromantic power - met the result of meticulous corpse reconstruction.

The cell shook from the impact of spectral bodies slamming into bone and metal, but Ria barely registered any of it.

Her gaze stayed glued to the man holding both guards off the ground like butchered livestock on hooks.

The summons.

The saber.

The way the air itself bent around him.

The casual strength in his arms, unmoving even with two grown men, both trained and high in levels, thrashing and kicking against him.

Her breath hitched.

For a heartbeat more, her disgust at the guards held firm. Then the edges of her vision blurred from recognition, hitting her like a punch to the ribs.

Riaʼs legs lost their balance for a moment, almost falling on her butt in sheer shock.

No one else killed sound just by existing. No one else tore open space like someone opening a door they owned.

No one else could have this ominous presence that made her feel like she was looking at no mere man, but something more. So much more.

Her pupils widened until the blue of her irises thinned.

She knew.

She knew.

The manʼs silhouette aligned with every rumor and depiction sheʼd ever memorized. Every report sheʼd hoarded. Every little detail sheʼd studied with the kind of interest that often resulted in her being called a hopeless girl with a weird obsession.

Riaʼs eyes were shining in a way that looked nothing like the fury sheʼd shown a moment ago. Her mouth opened.

”T-The Primordial Villain?! Here?!”