Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Truth be told, I’d been on the fence about my name for a while. Noir… It just didn’t pack the punch I was looking for. Such a name was good for the Quinlan who transmigrated into this world as a wide-eyed, excited child, but that word no longer represented me. It didn’t embody the weight of the power I possess or the legacy I intend to create.

Now, it’s time to solidify my place in the annals of history—not just as another man in the world, but as the head of a family who will rise to supremacy and reshape the universe.

I had to give myself and my future wives a worthy family name.

I’m a person who has a unique mastery over the domain of souls, a power so profound that not even the Elder Gods themselves can claim dominion over it. This ability, one that will shape the course of my life and the lives of my family, will be the very foundation of my rise.

But with power like this comes great danger. The gods themselves will become my enemies when they learn of it, and I know they will stop at nothing to see me vanquished or shackled, turning me into a puppet forced to do their bidding.

I won’t settle for something as trivial and childish as Soulbane, Soulrender, or Soulreaper.

Elysium was a name from ancient mythology. It was used to describe a paradise of eternal peace where only the greatest of souls could find rest. A paradise for heroes, demigods, and the virtuous.

But to me, Elysium means so much more. It is the realm I will create, a new order of existence, where souls are no longer twisted and exploited by the gods to fuel their endless wars and Astral Conquests. Most gods treat souls as nothing more than resources, as tools to fuel their greed and ambition, all while leaving ruin in their wake. This is the fate they’ve imposed on countless worlds, like Drakwyn, where civilizations have been forced into extinction as the world itself was rendered obsolete, making the primordial elements consume it until not even a single atom remains behind.

I will take those souls.

I will claim them.

The strong souls will be molded into my soldiers who will fight for the freedom of their fellow tarnished souls. They will become my army, my force, my great allies. Their paradise shall be an existence in pursuit of the ultimate greater good. That’ll be their Elysium.

Once they’ve served their purpose, I’ll let my weary soldiers rest by returning them to the soul ecosystem where they’ll be reborn as mortals, ready to live their next lives in the universe they’ll no longer have to fear becoming footsoldiers for tyrant gods wishing to conquer.

The rest of the liberated souls will find peace in the hands of my subordinates; the gods who will bend the knee… either out of respect for the order I wish to create or out of fear for my power.

I will become the savior of souls, the one who leads them to a new paradise. And so, from this moment forward, my name will no longer be tied to the shadows of my past.

I am Quinlan Elysiar—the Elysiar of Souls, the one who will shape the destiny of the afterlife itself.

[The Soul Records recognizes the Primordial Entity’s name change request.]

[The Soul Records finds the new surname to be within acceptable parameters.]

[The Primordial Entity Quinlan Noir shall be known as Quinlan Elysiar henceforth!]

A satisfied grin spread across my face. Although I hadn’t gained a single shred of an experience point nor did I unlock a new power, it felt like this was a monumental point in my life, a big step toward the future.

I summoned my status window, wishing to witness my new name displayed in all its glory.

[Name: Quinlan Elysiar]

[Race: Primordial]

[Level: 30. XP 1157/201538]

[Health Points: 1200 -> 1350]

[Mana Points: 1763 -> 1912]

[Vitality: 80 -> 90]

[Strength: 71 -> 81]

[Agility: 85 -> 95]

[Magic: 118 -> 128]

[Primary Class: Primordial Villain level 26 -> 28]

[Secondary Classes]

<Stormblade level 27 -> 28>

<Elemental Sovereign -> Avatar of the Elements level 29 -> 32>

<Child of Agony level 11 -> 15>

[Unused Skill Points: 21]

[Unused Attribute Points: 0]

Perfect. Well, at least, it is in my mind. My mother always told me I sucked at picking good names.

As for the stats, I’d gained 15 Unused Attribute Points from the three levels I farmed since stepping into beastkin lands, I put 5 into Agility, 5 into Strength, and 5 into Vitality. Although I primarily fought with my elemental powers, it didn’t mean I was content with remaining a backliner. Not only did investing in my physical stats increase my survivability, but it also helped me in combat. Even if we were to ignore my Soul Reaper saber which was an amazing weapon to wield, being a physically competent fighter was optimal in my opinion.

Ignis had the Ashmancer class that allowed him to fight in close range with his fire powers, and I thought him to be strictly superior to Selene’s Pyromancer capabilities, even without considering the level gap between the two.

However, if being an all-rounder wasn’t convincing just based on this logic, then taking into consideration Primordial Villain gave a 25% boost to all four stats made me sure I wanted to follow this path. If I became a mage who prioritized Magic over everything, the 25% boost my Vitality, Agility, and Strength enjoy would be wasted.

I hate wasting resources.

Each level-up granted a free point to all four attributes. On top of that, my Primordial Villain class—so long as it remained in the Primary Class slot—boosted those stats by 25%. To make things even more broken, my anomalous class further increased my Health Points (HP) and Mana Points (MP) by 50%.

Take Vitality, for example. My current 90 Vitality wasn’t just some arbitrary number—it had layers to it. In reality, my raw Vitality stat was 72 (90 / 1.25) before the Primordial Villain boost kicked in. Breaking that number further down:

10 points came from my base stats as an average adult male.

5 points were thanks to my Primordial Breeding Physique, which had turned me into quite the stud.

29 points were from my level-ups—since I had gained one point in each attribute per level across 29 levels.

The remaining 28 points were manually invested using my Unused Attribute Points, of which I received 5 per level-up, or they were gained thanks to the training sessions I’d put my body through. Sadly, the latter method did little because it was excruciatingly difficult to gain free stat points by exercising.

With that in mind, my 1,350 HP made perfect sense. HP was directly tied to Vitality, with 1 Vitality granting 10 HP. At 90 Vitality, I should have had 900 HP. However, thanks to the Primordial Villain class’s 50% HP boost, I gained an additional 450 HP, which was effectively the same as having an extra 45 Vitality…

Well, not exactly 45 Vitality because Vitality did more than just boost my HP as it granted me resistance against all harmful external effects as well—be they the strike of a blade, the heat of fire, a poisonous concoction’s harmful effects, etc. This was why Vex needed to drink that horrible Molten Anvil Mead alcohol if she wanted to feel it. Her Vitality was too high for normal alcohol to put a dent in her resistance.

“So when are you going to fuck my brains out?”

Kitsara’s question brought me out of my thought process.

“Aren’t you a royal princess? How about having some class? Have you ever thought about that?”

“Hmph!” My question was met with a strong scoff before Kitsara began accusatorily poking my cheeks with her index finger. “Aren’t you the criminal thug who offered a heated dildo to said royal princess? You should be grateful I’m not demanding your head in exchange for your actions!”

A smug grin settled on her lips as she finished poking me before glaring into my eyes condescendingly and saying, “I’m a magnanimous lady who’ll settle for your penis instead of your head. Repent for your sins by giving it to me!”

… I didn’t know what to do with this horribly shameless princess. I’d never met a woman who was this straightforward after spending a mere few minutes in my presence. She had just been [Subjugated] a moment ago, but here she was, acting all nonchalant about it while demanding sex… rough sex at that.

Since I was at a loss for words, I elected to move forward by making good on my promise of giving her the D if she managed to convince my girls. <Hello Elysiar family, this is the man of the house speaking.>

“Kya! Someone invaded my mind!” Kitsara yelped while defensively hiding her pointy fox ears behind her hands as if that would help.

<It’s my magic. I can speak to my [Subjugated] people using telepathy. Think of speaking to me with your mind and it’ll work.>

<Ah! That’s right, you enslaved me!! You have some galls! Hmph!>

<He did what?> Ayame asked with a cold tone.

<What was that Elysiar name you mentioned?> Aurora inquired curiously.

<Long story short, I felt Noir was no longer fitting as a family name, so I changed it. Once I wife you girls up, you’ll have it as well. Just think about it, how bad is Noir with some of your names? Seraphiel Noir? Ayame Noir? Blossom Noir? I can’t do that to you wonderful existences.