Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 393: Blessed Seed

A wicked grin materialized on my lips as I read over the description once again, which was…

[Blessed Seed: A unique primordial transformation available only to primordial entity Quinlan Noir. For 72 hours after getting the entityʼs Blessed Seed injected into their wombs, women gain some of the unique traits only the primordial race has access to, namely: 3X experience gain multiplier and stopped aging. Doesnʼt work with artificial insemination. The entity can regulate his Blessed Seed, and eliminate its magical effects should he wish to.]

And just like that, my sperm has become the most valuable treasure the world has ever seen. Does it let me one-shot my enemies? No, of course not. However, in my opinion, this ability was greater than something brutish like a spell that calls down a nuclear bomb on my enemies. Iʼm sure my Elemental Sovereign class will get there at later levels anyhow.

This was so much better.

Two of my greatest worries had been solved in one swell swoop. I couldnʼt help but give Soul Records an imaginary nod of my head. I officially considered us even now. I no longer harbored even an iota of resentment toward that omnipresent creature for putting me in that cruel simulation.

What were those two worries of mine?

1. My ladies becoming irrelevant as combatants. When I was level 1, Ayame was already 14. Since then sheʼd killed just as much as I did, if not more, yet I was now level 23 while she wasnʼt even 20. If things continued as they were, soon I would become a one-man army and they would only hinder me on the battlefield. The smartest choice for me then would be to relegate them to a secondary team while I either continued on in my lonesome or continuously kept teaming up with stronger and stronger people while demoting those that got out-leveled.

For example, I would soon have to bench Aurora and Lucille as they were the two lowest-leveled teammates of mine, and replace them with someone like Selene and Cedric, as their current levels were more fitting to the current me. Once I outleveled them too, I would go on to the next candidates.

Naturally, I didnʼt want to do this at all. I want my beloved women to stand by my side as we reach the very top of the world.

This [Blessed Seed] provided me with just the solution. As long as I spend every night pumping their wombs full of my magical seed, they will begin leveling at the same rate as I do.

While the rather short effect duration might be considered a bit annoying, I thought it was the exact opposite. Now I was ʼforcedʼ to have an orgy every 72 hours.

Oh, the misery!

2. Ever since learning that primordials donʼt age, Iʼd been imagining myself watching them grow old and frail while I stayed in brimming health. I even had a few nightmares of attending all of their funerals. This forced me to pump their wombs full of my seed even if we had no plans to enter combat at all for the next 72 hours.

Oh, the misery!

The part that said it doesnʼt work with artificial insemination means that I canʼt become a simple, opportunistic semen merchant. Once I unlock this ability, my seed will become the greatest currency in the world, which would let me become the wealthiest man within a minute. This restriction ensured that I couldnʼt just pump my seed into bottles and sell them on the market.

No, if the ladies wanted to receive the benefits, they would have to spread their legs for yours truly.

The last sentence in the meantime ensured that I canʼt just be kidnapped, enslaved, tortured, etc in order to milk me for my fluids. Naturally, if this ability ever became known to the world, I would become hunted by every single female, and even males, since no one could allow me to get into the hands of their enemies. While having the ability to not release Blessed Seed is a great safeguarding tool against hostile parties, it wasnʼt invincible at all. If my life depended on it, especially if those of my lovers did, I would find myself successfully blackmailed.

Therefore, this ability was a very sharp double-edged sword. Until I grew in strength to the point where such worries were no longer relevant, I intended to only use this ability on my girls and possibly my most trustworthy allies.

Then came the point I wouldʼve heavily preferred to skip. Undergoing the actual transformation. Just like with my Primordial Breeding Physique, it was sure to hurt like hell.

I brought the cigar to my lips and took a single, long puff of it, which I kept in my lungs while I gathered my mental strength, after which I exhaled them all in one go.

I mentally clicked on the ability and unlocked it.

Excruciating pain immediately entered my body, though this time around it was concentrated on a single point, not in every single cell of mine.

However…

Things were different now.

I was no longer who I once was.

Yes, it hurt like a bitch. Yes, my cock was getting shredded in real-time as it was once again reconstructed from the ground up, but I didnʼt scream in agony, I didnʼt wriggle around like a dog that had been shot.

Instead, I raised the smoke for the next puff while remaining entirely unmoving.

I was no longer the dejected office worker Quinlan who randomly found himself transmigrated to this strange world.

Not at all.

I was the primordial entity Quinlan Noir, The Primordial Villain, The Primordial Subjugator, the man who unlocked the Child of Agony class and remained completely sane while doing so. ȒÂ𝐍ö𐌱Ёʂ

Pain was no longer my enemy. It was simply my bodyʼs way of conversing with my brain.

Feeling pain meant that I was alive, that my sensory abilities worked as intended.

”Haaah…” I exhaled the smoke with a sigh. Life was good. Life was beautiful.

And… pain just happened to be part of that beautiful odyssey.