Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

One saber swing came from above.

Venthros blocked it with an upper arm.

The second swing came from below.

A lower hand deflected it.

The third…

Serika dropkicked the side of the god’s head, again, from behind now.

And this time, she grinned as his head twisted sideways.

“I’m not done with you just yet, you damned freak!”

Rykar followed her, slamming a prosthetic elbow into Venthros’s exposed ribs. Sparks flew from his metallic limb, but the impact rocked the corrupted deity’s core.

Venthros roared and retaliated in a whirlwind with all four of his arms sweeping, fists enhanced with corrupted earth and air, shattering the ground in his fury.

The squad split apart.

Rongtai dove in, tanking one of the strikes with a grunt that nearly cracked his ribs, just to give Quinlan another opening.

Quinlan rushed in with zero hesitation.

A clean arc carved through corrupted qi, tearing at the divine rot embedded in the god’s energy structure. The Soul Reaper, although having lost its ghostly blue flames and properties as the blade of Eternal Damnation, still screamed, devouring fragments of twisted essence.

Venthros snarled, and for the first time, he staggered backward in pain, not just being imbalanced like before.

“What have you done? You were nothing! And now you-“

“You talk too much,” Rykar snapped, and punched him in the mouth.

The god’s head snapped to the side again.

Quinlan landed lightly beside him and raised his saber to his shoulder.

“You’re learning,” Rykar muttered approvingly.

Venthros’s four arms flared with fresh corrupted elemental fury—black fire, tainted water, oil-thick stone, and ash-smoke wind—but before he could unleash them…

Serika zipped in, kicked all four of his hands out of formation, and said cheerfully, “Nope.”

The god staggered again.

Not because he was weaker.

But because he couldn’t keep up.

Not anymore.

Not against all of them together.

He swung wildly, but now every strike was met with a redirection. A kick. A shove. A saber slash.

Each motion wasn’t meant to damage him.

It was meant to ruin his flow.

“You’re sturdy… Is this what it means to have the body of a god? No wonder you’re so damned strong…” Quinlan muttered during a fierce exchange, eyes narrowing as he locked blades with one of the god’s four arms, and felt the unnatural weight behind it. The pressure wasn’t from strength alone.

He thought that it must’ve been from divinity, from the structure of a mighty god.

Perhaps even from the laws themselves.

Venthros’s eyes snapped wide open.

For a breathless moment, they weren’t the eyes of an arrogant being towering above mortals.

They were the eyes of a man who had been insulted to his very core.

A flash of elemental energy erupted in a dome around him before any of them could react. Corrupted flame, rotting earth, twisted wind, and sludge-thick water exploded outward in all directions like a pressure bomb.

*BOOM!*

The blast flung them back.

Serika crashed through a half-shattered boulder, snarling as she rolled to her feet. Rongtai dug his heels in and skidded across cracked stone, bleeding from one arm. Rykar’s limbs sparked wildly as he rebounded. Quinlan flipped thrice before landing on one knee with his saber embedded in the soil.

A stillness fell over the battlefield.

Then came the laughter.

Sharp. Broken.

Mocking.

Venthros stood amidst the smoke with his four arms spread and body twitching from the exertion of containing his fury.

“That’s what you think the power of a god is?!” he spat with laughter bubbling from his throat like boiling tar. “That?! This pitiful strength, this half-step mockery of the divine? That’s what you mortals see and tremble over?!”

His eyes gleamed like dying stars. “You really thought this was it? That this—this sad fragment—was what godhood meant?”

The air around him twisted.

“You idiots really don’t know anything. Do you understand where we are?”

He pointed a finger toward the sky.

“This world—Zhenwu—is sealed. A self-contained domain. You think it remained free of divine conquest for so long because the heavens forgot about it? No.”

His voice grew louder, darker.

“It rejects the rules of the outside world, including godhood itself. Even I, when I descended, was stripped of my power. My true power. This realm forced me to start over. From nothing. Qi Gathering. Meridian Formation. Core Formation. Just like you, Primordial Villain.”

A bitter laugh tore through his throat as he examined the other three enemies of his.

“I had to crawl my way up again, pretending to be one of you damned mortals. Abiding by your rules. Wearing your chains.”

Then his voice dropped to a growl.

“But don’t think for a second that I’ll take this disrespect. Not from you lowlives.”

His aura shifted.

No… Not just shifted. It straight-up screeched.

Like reality itself was refusing to contain what came next.

Venthros’s four-armed, statuesque form began to quiver, tall and humanoid no more. His elegant robes burned away in an instant, revealing a frame too large, too wrong, to be called mortal. The air shimmered around his flesh as it tore and reformed. Muscles bloated grotesquely, then stretched until they became sinew woven with veins. His flesh split open with molten seams, each crack a vein of corruption carved into his frame.

Where once there had been a shadowy face, a flaming grin tore through his face, and behind scorched bone, twin eyes blazed with elemental fury.

Flames bled black from his shoulders.

A halo of screaming wind curled above his head.

Tendrils of molten water flowed like hair from his scalp, each one hissing with corruption.

And from his back burst wings of blackened flame outward. They were once angelic, but now twisted into grim silhouettes, rippling with corrupted force.

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The new god’s form towered.

Ancient.

Alien.

Nightmarish.

He was no longer just a corrupted god of elements.

He was the blight of elemental law given shape.

A cosmic horror from the edge of divine ruin.

A thing not meant to exist within a mortal world.

And when he opened his mouth, the voice that came was no longer shaped by throat or lungs, but by the will of madness.

“I’LL SHOW YOU…”

The ground buckled.

“…THE MIGHT…”

Lightning arced in reverse across the sky.

“…OF A GOD!”

And the world began to tremble.

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