Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1391  Road to the Primordial Village

The outskirts of the primordial dimension unfolded at an unhurried pace.

Quinlan was still being pulled along by both hands, Miri on one side and Luminara on the other, their steps light and coordinated as they guided him away from the floating islandʼs edge. The space around them felt charged, shaped by extreme amounts of familiarity and joy at being reunited. Clouds drifted far below, while the land ahead curved gently upward into a broad stretch of cultivated ground.

Then the garden came into view.

Back when Quinlan first arrived, back when he had to earn the right to enter the level 20s, there used to be a small flower garden here.

But things had changed since his last time.

Drastically.

Flowers lined the path in layered rows, their stems tall and healthy, petals broad and vivid. Each bloom released a soft tone as it swayed, producing a steady chorus that rose and fell with movement. The sound followed no melody he recognized, yet it held together naturally, like voices that had practiced together for a very long time.

Their singing was serene and not loud enough to make conversing difficult. Instead, they were providing a light background sound that made Quinlanʼs reunion with his mothers feel even more joyous and celebratory.

Quinlan slowed despite being tugged forward, his gaze tracking the path beneath his feet.

”Thereʼs a road now,” he said, looking down. He couldnʼt even see the end of it; it was stretching on for longer than his eyes could carry.

Stone tiles formed a clear route through the garden, wide enough for several people to walk abreast. The edges were clean, bordered by low greenery that had been trimmed with care. He remembered this place as a simple patch of flowers surrounding the arrival point, nothing more than a quiet stretch of land that faded quickly into open sky.

Luminara glanced over her shoulder and laughed, her steps bouncing slightly higher. ”Of course there is. You always appear at the same spot, Quinnie.”

She gestured ahead with her free hand. ”Until you can enter this place on your own, without it being the trial that allows you to enter, you will always arrive there. So I knew exactly where to expect my son.

Her ears flicked with satisfaction as she added, ”Naturally, I prepared a welcome worthy of my childʼs return.”

”I helped too!!” Miri whimpered softly, her voice quieter than before. She kept her eyes forward, fingers tightening briefly around his hand. ”Though Lumi did most of it.”

Quinlan turned his head toward her and smiled. ”I am sure you did. This is wonderful.”

Luminara was the strongest elf in Thalorindʼs history. Combined with her nurturing nature, evidenced by her main class, which was literally called Primordial Nurturer, only made her affinity for nature even greater. As opposed to that, Miri was a human primordial, so it made sense for her to play the role of an assistant in this case. However, Quinlan was sure Miri also did her utmost.

His gaze swept across the garden again. ”Rosie is going to love this place.”

Luminaraʼs reaction was immediate. Her grip tightened and her steps picked up, the rhythm of her skipping turning quicker. ”I cannot wait to meet her! I upgraded my home as well in hopes of impressing her. This is just a road.”

”This is just a road…?” Quinlan repeated while listening to the literal chorus of the animated flowers. It seemed that Luminara had entered pampering grandmother mode months prior.

He let himself be pulled along again. After a moment, he looked down at the stone beneath his feet.

”So is this road the gift you mentioned?”

Miri and Luminara exchanged a glance, then laughed together.

”One of many,” Miri replied.

”Did you truly think we would prepare only one present?” Luminara added, her voice bright. ”We had months.”

Miri nodded firmly. ”This is only the warm-up!”

”Is that so…” They continued on at an easy pace.

Minutes passed with no one rushing ahead. All three of them felt the desire to cherish this moment.

Quinlan let his shoulders relax. There was no urgency here. No trial timer. No pressure to perform. Just movement, shared and familiar. He could stay for weeks now. At first, he had to leave after a couple of days due to the lingering divinity in the air. However, these days, as he leveled up, his resistances grew stronger, letting him stay for longer periods.

After a while, he spoke again. ”Earlier,” he said, glancing toward Luminara, ”you mentioned I would be able to enter this place on my own one day. How does that work? When exactly?”

The skipping slowed.

Miri and Luminara exchanged a brief look. ”We cannot answer questions like that, Quinnie… Iʼm sorry…” Luminara apologized with ears that drooped dejectedly.

Miri nodded in agreement, but added, ”You should focus on reaching level one hundred first.”

Quinlan dipped his head. ”Understood. I am sorry.”

His thoughts had already gone elsewhere, to a quiet conversation long ago. Malakar, the old human primordialʼs warning, returned to him in full clarity. There were questions tied to bindings and old rules, questions his mothers were not allowed to answer. Malakar had spoken out of concern for the pair of turbo mommies and their care for Quinlan that ran deep enough that they might have strained against restrictions meant to hold even primordials in place.

”There is nothing to apologize for, Quinnie!” they chirped together.

Both women leaned in at once, their heads resting against his shoulders from either side, steps resuming. Their grip stayed firm and extremely affectionate.

Before long, the garden gave way to open ground.

Stone paths branched outward, leading toward scattered structures across the floating island. Houses stood at varying distances from one another, some carved directly into rock, others built upward with layered platforms and open terraces. Many showed signs of long disuse.

Quinlan took it in as they slowed near the edge of the settlement. ”Iʼve been meaning to ask, but never got to it before. Why were these abodes built?”

Miri answered this time. ”When the primordial dimension was used for its intended purpose, we only stayed here briefly.”

Luminara nodded. ”Training. Rest. Preparation.”

”Björn created this village so we could sleep and recover between joint training sessions,” Miri continued. ”It was practical and efficient.”

Her gaze drifted across the quiet homes. ”But that was a long time ago.”

Luminaraʼs lips curved slightly. ”Now we prefer privacy. We have left the village, each of us creating a little pocket of home where we could bear with the cruel passage of time in a little more peace.”

”… I see,” Quinlan didnʼt know how to respond. The primordials of Thalorind have been put through an extreme test of willpower. He couldnʼt even begin to understand how he would deal with having been stuck here for millions of years. With their potential mortal partners in the outside world growing old and dying… He wouldʼve gone mad.

But these people, while some indeed seemed to have become unhinged - his mind moved to Nyxara, whose first thought was to rape him as soon as she smelled ʼa newborn primordialʼ - many of them displayed extreme mental fortitude. His mothers included.

”Iʼm proud of you two. Youʼre not just powerful, but incredibly resilient as well,” he decreed.

”Quinnie…” the mothers smiled fondly together. ”We were rapidly losing our minds, truth be told… but then, the greatest gift of our life appeared on the doorstep… You saved us.”

Quinlan returned their tender smiles and his arms around the slim waists of his mothers strengthened.

And just like this, they arrived at the center of the village, where a surprise awaited Quinlan.