Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1447  New Soul Realm Ecosystem

Quinlan stepped forward, and the moment his feet touched the soil of his soul realm, his eyes widened.

“What in the Goddess’ sexy lacy panties is going on here?”

The land itself was familiar. The rolling ground, the grass, and the distant slopes were all things he had seen before. That much had not changed.

What had changed was what grew between them.

Small shoots pushed through the soil in uneven clusters, leaves still soft and pale at the edges. Some plants leaned awkwardly, not yet sure how to stand. Others curled inward, protecting fragile stems that had only just broken through the ground. None of it looked refined or mature. Quinlan took a few more steps and stopped near one of the rivers.

The water had not been here before.

It flowed steadily through the land now. The current was gentle, carrying fine sediment that had not yet settled. He crouched slightly and focused.

Movement.

Tiny shapes darted beneath the surface, quick and uncertain. Small fish swam in short bursts, bumping into stones, correcting themselves, learning how the current worked.

“…You’re kidding,” Quinlan muttered.

He stepped closer to the riverbank and watched them for a few seconds longer. The water responded naturally to his presence, rippling where his shadow crossed it. Nothing here reacted like a spell. Nothing felt maintained by force.

Wind passed through the area, and the new plants swayed unevenly. Some bent too far and didn’t recover. Others held. The stronger ones survived the pass. The weaker ones didn’t.

Fire remained subtle, buried beneath the soil, feeding growth rather than asserting itself. He could feel it through his feet like heat held in reserve.

“Quin, look!” Lucille called with a voice full of surprise. She lifted an arm and pointed upward.

He followed her line of sight.

For the first time since the soul realm had existed, there was a sun.

It hung high above the land, a defined presence rather than an unseen source. Its light was not harsh but not so weak that it couldn’t be felt either, perfect to sustain life. The light spread evenly, casting real shadows that shifted as clouds drifted past it. Warmth touched his skin in a way the realm’s previous, constant illumination never had.

Quinlan let out a slow breath. “This is amazing…”

Kitsara stretched her arms over her head and rolled her shoulders, tails swishing lazily behind her. “Ohhh, it’s so warm! Maybe I can get as tanned as Serika.”

“You?” Seraphiel asked dryly. “Tanned?”

“What?” Kitsara scoffed, hands settling on her hips. “I could totally pull it off.”

“Can’t you just change your skin color with your illusion magic…?”

“It’s not the same! Quin only likes to do me when I’m myself!”

“…” The blonde elf glanced up at the sun, then at Kitsara, considering it far longer than necessary. “A tanned, slutty foxy with white fur. I guess Quin would be into that.”

“Isn’t he basically into everything?” Iris murmured. “His taste is truly questionable.”

Aurora let out a short chuckle at that. “You might have a point there.”

Her gaze lingered on the sun as her smile faded into thought. “Still,” she continued, more serious now, “this matters. Constant light isn’t natural. Living things need cycles. Growth happens during activity, but recovery happens during rest. If this sun sets and rises as it does in our world, then these plants and animals will have periods to slow down, conserve energy, and stabilize.”

She gestured toward the river, where the small fish still darted beneath the surface. “Without that, they would burn themselves out. This means the ecosystem can regulate itself and potentially blossom into a proper world of its own, with living beings inhabiting it.”

Quinlan nodded. “So that’s what happened.” This was not a design he had planned out in detail. When the Soul Records told him he was failing to fully use what he possessed, the criticism stuck. He had power spread across too many systems that did not speak to each other. Elemental mastery. Soul dominion. Physical authority. The Soul Records had also told him that his soul was at its capacity. That gaining new powers for himself was not possible because he’d be torn apart due to reaching the limit.

Two primordial classes, two harbinger powers, two concept seeds, and more. All of it was held in a single primordial soul.

So he gambled. What if he could consolidate his powers? What if he could force his body to tear apart or adapt?

Slowing down his rate of progression was not what Quinlan wanted.

He wanted to grow quickly. If he were to be faced with the opportunity to grow stronger and again be cockblocked by a ‘sorry, your vessel’s capacity is too small,’ he wouldn’t have been one happy man, that much was for certain.

That’s why the gamble occurred, the weird power symbiosis he himself didn’t quite understand. But alas, it worked. His vessel grew to accommodate his powers better than his previous one.

Quinlan could already feel that his connection to his various powers deepened.

As for the gamble itself?

Infusing his soul realm with the four elements was an attempt to force interaction where none existed. Let the elements take root in a sovereign space. Let Mimi filter and stabilize the output. Then feed that refined essence back into his body instead of channeling it externally like a spell.

Doing so allowed his body to become strong enough to breed Nyxara into submission, which then allowed his physique to be upgraded to its new self. The risk paid off. ‘Not that I had much of a choice…’ Quinlan muttered inwardly with a dry tone. ‘Either I took on some major risk or let myself be consumed by the slutty succubus.’

Quinlan’s gaze shifted across the soul realm, pulled by a presence he felt before he properly saw it. ‘Speaking of…’

The tree stood where it always had.

That alone should have been reassuring. Mimi’s anchor. His soul guardian. The axis around which the realm stabilized. Its roots still sank deep into the land, thick and firm, threading through soil that now carried real depth.

But it was taller.

Not just stretched upward, but fuller as well, with the trunk having thickened.

However, this was not the development that made Quinlan and co raise an eyebrow.

The trunk’s surface was no longer smooth in the way it once was. Vines coiled around it in spirals, dark and supple, their tips splitting into hooked tendrils that clung as they climbed. They looked alive in a way that went beyond growth. There was intent in how they wrapped, how they tightened and released, how they claimed space along the bark.

Warmth rolled off the tree in steady waves, the same warmth Quinlan had felt oozing from the demon woman as they conducted their duel.

Low on the trunk, half-hidden between two twisting vines, a symbol had burned itself into the bark. It was pink and too precise to be natural. It was the same sigil etched into Nyxara’s lower abdomen, the womb mark.

His eyes tracked upward.

The branches spread wider than before, layered and dense, leaves overlapping in a canopy that filtered light instead of simply letting it pass. Nestled among them, balanced with ease, sat Nyxara herself.

She had her legs crossed and sat there with her usual, confident posture, looking as if it had always been meant to hold her. In her arms lay Mimi.

Unconscious.

The small blue-skinned girl was cradled against Nyxara’s chest, head tucked beneath her chin. One of Nyxara’s hands rested at Mimi’s back, fingers moving in slow, careful strokes that followed the rise and fall of her breathing. The other brushed through her hair, gentle enough that it never tugged.