Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

I had no difficulties when casting my Aqua Bolt before, so I decided to go at it raw- I prefer things much more as such. We bought her a [Wizard's Wand], a simple Common rarity tool. With it, we've officially become penniless, so I couldn't get myself anything even if I wanted to.

By the hour was over, four beautiful ladies could be found in my room, waiting patiently for yours truly- just how I like it.

I donned my [Abyssal Warden] set, then cast [Warp Gate] on the inn's wall, connecting it to the labyrinth in Aldoria. Sadly, there isn't one in Braedon. I lost 100 MP out of my maximum 900, meaning that the distance between the two cities is about 100 kilometers (62 miles).

Not only did we stave off the days it would've taken us to get to that place using conventional, mundane means, but with this we are skipping the entrance of the labyrinth where the kingdom's scamming force, the guards are stationed to legally rob everyone. With the five of us, I would've had to pay 100 bronze coins, so an entire silver coin, just to enter.

I'm absolutely loving this portal ability of mine.

The two new ladies scream in fright. "Quinlan…?! What spell is this? I thought you were a warrior?!" Lucille yelped with obvious fright.

I can't help but chuckle, then flex my bulging biceps for her to see. Well, as much as my attire allows. "Wizards can work out too, you know?"

"And do they also carry sabers instead of staves or wands in their hand?!"

She got a point, I gotta admit. My armor isn't implicative of a mage's either. I just shrug my shoulders.

"Just ignore him." Ayame replied in my stead.

"You're amazing, Quinlan!" Aurora quipped merrily.

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"True!" Blossom nodded sagely in agreement.

"Let's get on with our days, ladies, miss innkeeper has to get back to cook dinner in a few hours."

Lucille growls, accompanied by a stomp of her feet against the wooden floorboards. "Young man!!!"

"Alright, alright." Before going forward I look at the caramel haired woman meaningfully. "By bringing you along I'm taking an entirely unnecessary risk just to help you out, so I hope you remember your part of our promise, because I will most certainly uphold mine."

She snaps back to serious mode as well and nods. "You won't regret putting your trust in me."

"Good. Let's go then."

Doing her main frontline duties diligently, Ayame is already in Aldoria before I even had the chance to finish my last sentence.

Now that I think about it, we really do need a proper tanker. Ayame is much more leaning towards dishing out hurt than soaking it up. She's at best a dodge tanker, as after taking a few strong hits she would be done for good.

Technically I might be the best tanker in our party right now, thanks to my high HP pool, but I have no damage reduction or self-heal, so I would also be very insufficient against a mighty foe.

I guide the two flabbergasted ladies through the portal, both visibly distraught at the idea of even touching it, let alone stepping through.

Aurora is shaking in her boots like a frightened little rabbit, holding onto my hand desperately. 'There's a lot of work to be done with this one… But at least as a strict backline support mage her bravery won't matter as much. She will get used to things sooner or later." Lucille, to her credit, is holding on much better.

She's the first to step through, followed by the platinum haired beauty, and lastly me and Blossom also went into the swirling gate of doom.

"So, care to tell me what's up with your battle axe?" I heard Ayame inquire just as soon as I arrived in the labyrinth.

Indeed, her weapon is very out of place considering her circumstances. It's a Rare rarity axe, called [Ravager's Fang]. It even has a spell imbued in it, which makes it sharper the more blood it absorbs.

It's not as good as straight up dealing more damage with each blood she sheds, but sharpness is a very important factor in the hurt she dishes out, so it's a great weapon, perhaps even better than ours.

Also, this ability can't be cheesed with a great warrior shedding lots of blood and then passing it over to someone weak to make use of the sharpness, as it resets when its wielder changes.

Ravager's Fang is an imposing battle axe with a fierce, predatory design. The head of the axe is forged from darkened steel, adding a very mean shine to it. Jagged runes that pulse faintly with a deep red glow are also etched into the metal. The blade itself curves outward like a wolf's fang, serrated along the inner edge to inflict brutal, tearing wounds on enemies.

It's clearly designed to allow as much bloodshed as possible, instead of going for clean kills. This way, it can feed its innate ability much better.

"I got it during my childhood's most traumatic event, when I had to run for my life. Please, don't ask about it. I didn't kill a guest in my inn during their sleep to steal it, if that's what you were concerned about."

"Huh…? Of course not?" Ayame was taken aback at even the idea of it. She clearly wasn't accusing Lucille of such. "Wait, so you thought about doing something like that to your guests?! Otherwise you wouldn't have said this!"

The caramel haired woman's head hurriedly snaps to the side, "no comment."

I decide to get the party rolling. "I didn't teleport us to the entrance of the first floor, but a bit after it, so that we have lesser chances of stumbling into someone accidentally while stepping through the swirling gate. Let's start, please. I wanna try my spells. You can have your ladies talk later tonight while I'm balls deep in Blossom's folds."

"Oh! Blossom can't wait for night to come!"

"Has this guy always been this shameless?" Lucille inquires after a heavy sigh, and received a very positive response from my gorgeous samurai.

We soon arrive at the first chamber with the shitty Steel Carapace Beetle.

Sheer excitement surges through my veins like a horrible drug. I'm about to do it. About to cast the spell. "[Fireball]!" I intone and aim the spell simply with my hand.

The swirling ball of fire I conjure isn't on the level of a nuclear bomb, but its potency is still definitely not up for questioning. For a second the energy gathers in front of my palm, strangely not causing me any discomfort, before shooting straight ahead.