Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1411  Releasing It All

But control slipped with every second.

The corruption pressed back, grinding against his mind, pushing invasive impulses into his thoughts. It tried to sink roots deeper, to claim ground he had never intended to give.

And Quinlan fought back with all he had.

The effort shredded him further.

His body shook violently, muscles tearing under pressure that ignored physical limits. His soul realm cracked in places, fractures spiderwebbing through the conceptual ground as corrupted power surged unchecked.

Mimi cried out as she felt it ripple through the tree.

”Uncle! Youʼre breaking!”

”Not yet…” Quinlan rasped, feeling his powers swell.

He leaned into it.

There was no pulling back now. Too much had been released. The seed was active, its influence already flooding systems that could not be resealed quickly enough. Stopping would only leave him torn apart without direction.

So he took more.

He forced his grip tighter around the corruption, dragging it deeper into himself, shaping it with sheer will even as it shredded him from the inside. Every second burned. Every heartbeat felt like it might be the one that split him open completely.

His body screamed in protest.

His soul did the same.

And beneath it all, his power kept rising.

But at the same time, his control frayed by degrees.

The pressure inside him kept climbing, compressing thought and sensation into a constant, grinding assault that left no space to even breathe. His awareness flickered as corrupted influence gnawed at the edges of his mind, pushing impulses that did not belong to him, urging surrender through exhaustion rather than temptation.

His elemental eyes dimmed.

Color drained from their usual clarity, replaced by a sickly bile tone that bled outward from the pupils, veins around them darkening as corrupted power flooded the surrounding tissue. His vision blurred, then left him completely in violent pulses as his nervous system failed to keep up.

Blood ran freely now.

It spilled from his nose, from the corners of his mouth, from ruptured vessels beneath his skin as his body failed to accommodate the pressure being forced through it. His skin split along his arms and torso in large tears, muscle beneath twitching erratically as corrupted energy rewrote structure faster than it could stabilize.

Quinlan clenched his teeth hard enough that they nearly broke.

ʼNot… Yet!ʼ

He drew inward.

Instead of letting the corruption spread further, he compressed it. Forced it tighter. Denied its expansion while demanding output. The strain multiplied instantly, pain spiking so sharply that his vision went white again as his knees slammed into the ground of his soul realm.

His mind screamed.

His thoughts fragmented as raw sensation drowned everything else.

Mimi sobbed as she felt it tear through him.

”Uncle, stop! Youʼre dying!”

Quinlan barely heard her and the pleading voices of his girls, all begging him to stop.

He was already moving the power.

With a brutal act of will, he wrenched the corruption inward and redirected it. Even more channels tore open inside him as he forced the majority of it into his right arm, collapsing pathways elsewhere to contain the spread.

The effect was immediate and horrifying.

The arm swelled grotesquely, veins bulging thick and dark as corrupted influence packed into it far beyond what flesh was meant to endure, so much so that muscle distorted beneath. Bone groaned, reshaping under pressure that refused restraint.

Quinlan screamed inwardly then.

The sound tore out of him raw and broken, echoing through the soul realm as his body convulsed violently. Blood sprayed across the barrier all around him as his arm locked in place, fingers spasming as corrupted power surged and condensed again.

Rosie tightened the shield instinctively.

”Hold it and trust him!”

Quinlan lifted his head with effort that felt impossible.

Outside.

The prison Lilyanna had wrapped around him strained from the inside as his presence pressed against it, corrupted influence chewing through authority with brutal insistence.

His right arm hung twisted at his side, flesh ruined, veins throbbing violently as corruption boiled beneath the skin.

He snapped the ruined hand forward with such speed that no denizen of Iskaris could react.

The barrier resisted for less than a heartbeat.

It was ruptured almost instantly.

The structure collapsed inward, annihilated from the inside out as corrupted power tore through it with feral force.

His grip closed around Lilyannaʼs hair.

The contact sent a shock through him that nearly dropped him where he stood. Her authority pushed back instantly, immense and crushing, but he held on through sheer refusal to let go.

The corruption screamed.

And, finally, Quinlan obeyed.

He released it.

Every last ounce he had forced into his arm exploded outward at once, focused and unrestrained, flooding into Lilyanna through the point of contact. Power ripped free, tearing out of him in a violent rush that left his arm numb and ruined.

Inside his soul realm, the corruption seed ignited.

The mass embedded beside Mimiʼs tree flared violently, surface warping as thick currents of corrupted law surged through it. Veins of blackened force crawled across its shell, swelling and tightening as the seed reacted to the sudden release. It had found a new enemy to conquer.

And unlike how it was with Quinlan, this enemy was not only mighty but extremely repulsive as well. The corruption seed felt an innate disgust toward Lilyanna and her power.

The seed strained hard against its bindings, thrashing as corrupted influence poured outward through the connection Quinlan had torn open. The pull was savage, greedy, driven by instinct rather than intent. It clung to Lilyanna with everything it had, forcing itself deeper, wrestling against resistance that dwarfed it in scale.

The light it gave off turned harsh and violent, flickering in jagged pulses that rattled the soul realm itself. Mimi staggered back, hands clutching at her chest as the tree shuddered under the strain, with its leaves trembling as corrupted power tried to rip free of its anchoring.

The parasite fed.

Outside, it was Lilyannaʼs turn to wail in agony.

Quinlan sagged forward, breath coming in ragged pulls as blood poured freely from his mouth and shattered body. His vision was lost, blind in both eyes, and overwhelming darkness pressed on his mind.