Primordial Chaos Dragon Tower: Harem System

Kent was often likened to a puppy by many.

He appeared harmless and funny. He seemed like someone who had been sheltered for years, given everything he needed without having to work for it.

He was that harmless, and if you didn’t truly know him, you would completely underestimate him. However, that was one thing Kent knew he could capitalize on to overwhelm his foes if he wanted.

Those who underestimated him would be crushed, and right now, the people he had been waiting for had arrived, bringing with them 170 men.

Kent planned on killing them all to send a message. He had already sent two messages to the Hand, but it seemed they didn’t listen, so this time, he would crush them thoroughly.

That was why he didn’t use his sword, but his fist.

Kent wasn’t even using his bloodline. After the two new limits broke on his mind and soul, he felt stronger than ever, so using his bare fists, he started killing, making sure the brutality that followed was one everyone would feel.

The first person’s head exploded like a watermelon, spraying blood into the air, but Kent didn’t stop to sympathize with him; he moved to the next and landed a punch on his chest.

*CHAWK*

His heart exploded inside, causing blood to flow from his mouth, eyes, and ears. He slowly fell to the ground. However, before he landed, Kent sent three more to escort him to the afterlife.

He punched a hole into one’s ribs, one lost half his face, and the other lost his head entirely. The sheer brutality Kent was unleashing left King Thalirion, the ten elders, the Half-Elf guards, Lady Aelith, the elven warriors, and the Tiger Fang in a state of shock.

Kent used the third skill he received from Vari to lock him down. It was a skill that did only one thing: to lock down an opponent, provided his soul was stronger than theirs.

Naturally, Kent’s Tier 13 soul and Tiger Fang’s Tier 11 soul had a significant gap that Tiger Fang could not compensate for, regardless of the treasure he used.

So Kent was superior to him.

And so he had locked him down, rendering him a mere statue forced to watch as hundreds of his men died in some of the most gruesome ways possible.

The [Statue] skill left him frozen in place, but his emotions were left untouched, causing him the pain Kent intended to inflict on him.

As for Lady Aelith, Kent planned on using the skill he received from Velyra to overwhelm her senses and make her humiliate herself.

Kent had no plans to kill her… Even his plan to kill the elven warriors was scrapped since he saw no value in it.

If he started killing just anyone, the Elves could alert all their men outside and in the Ancient Battlefield of Parting. Their orders would be to kill any human or Half-Elf they saw.

They could even go as far as ordering them to hunt them down, knowing full well Kent wouldn’t be able to save everyone, even if he were resourceful.

Though he might be able to save the Half-Elves now, those outside would pay the price. Kent didn’t want that, so instead of angering the Elves further, he planned on teaching them a lesson.

If possible, he wanted them to acknowledge the Half-Elves, for he knew soon enough they would rise, and when they did, they would fight back, leading to a more catastrophic ending for everyone.

But if he lets the elves go, none of that would happen, and before he ascends, the Half-Elves will become powerhouses. So peace now, peace forever.

Kent saw the hell Chaos had to go through to save his world from people who didn’t care about the common folk, just like the Hand was doing.

So Kent planned to purge them, but he also wanted a peaceful world where others could live, thrive, and grow in peace.

Killing the Elves wasn’t the right way to foster peace. And while he may be chaotic, he wasn’t a maniac who would go about killing just anyone.

The Hand was his target, and since they didn’t care who they hurt to get what they wanted, he also wouldn’t care who he killed to get what he wanted.

In under ten minutes, Kent slaughtered 70% of the Hand warriors. His hands were dyed red, his shirt, face, and hair painted red, showing he wasn’t planning on putting on a puppy face any longer.

‘A bunch of weaklings think they have what it takes to suppress me. Do you even know who I am or where I came from?

I already told you I have what it takes to bring your organization to its knees, yet you treated it like a joke, thinking I’m like the weaklings you preyed on.

Open your eyes, bitches. Big Daddy Kent is no weakling, and I will show you all after I kill every last one of you.”

As the words flowed from his mouth, his killing speed increased.

Bang! Crack!

Bang! Pow!

Bang! Chawk!

Every punch was either exploding heads, cracking bones, or rupturing internal organs. It was surgical-precision brutal killing—something the Hand warriors had no idea they would face.

But who could blame them? Kent had essentially relived years of memories from his life, fighting with his fists and claws.

That was something they could never understand; nobody could. And that is what made him dangerous.

Someone who grows stronger by simply remembering his past is no warrior weaklings can face.

The current Kent had no issues killing those three realms above him. He could handle Spirit Ascension stage experts, Spirit Kings, and even Spirit Emperors.

Perhaps Spirit Sovereigns would prove a headache depending on their level, and Spirit Lords were still out of his league. But even so, Kent was no easy opponent, so facing a bunch of Core Formation Experts was just bullying.

But he didn’t care. After fifteen minutes, the last head exploded, splashing blood on Kent one last time. Kent smirked, watching the blood stain his hand.

“Vexthra will bathe me,” Kent smiled and walked toward Tiger Fang, grinning like an accomplished killer.

“And there is one remaining… I wonder what I should do with you.”