Primordial Chaos Dragon Tower: Harem System

Under the horrified gaze of everyone present, Kenji, a once-menacing figure who had harmed thousands, took his last slash before collapsing onto the ground, dead.

Seven minutes—that was how long it took him to cut himself ten thousand times. It was a horrific display, one that shook everyone to the core.

Kent, of course, remained emotionless, almost as if he hadn’t terrified everyone. Even Tribe Chief Malthar and his elders, who are faithful followers of the Mother of Killers, were visibly shaken.

It was supposed to be death by a thousand cuts. However, Kent had transformed it into death by ten thousand cuts. Worse still, instead of being inflicted by others, the cuts were self-inflicted, intensifying the horror.

That was just too horrifying, and judging by everyone’s expressions, it was clear they were terrified of Kent—really terrified.

Kent looked at the corpse on the ground for a few seconds before a sigh escaped his lips. “You died too easily.”

‘Did he just say that bastard died too easily? Was that not horrifying and evil enough?’ Lady Aelith wondered, visibly frightened by the human standing not far from her.

‘For someone who claims to be only twenty-one years old, this level of savagery is far too much. What happens when he turns a hundred, or even a thousand years old?’ King Thalirion wondered.

If only they knew Kent could have done far worse. What he had shown was merely the tip of the iceberg.

Jest gave him knowledge of the sword. His understanding had deepened, and now he could boldly claim that his knowledge of the sword surpassed that of most Sword Kings.

Such was the benefit of being the best swordsman ever to walk the face of the universe.

Then Chaos taught him how to harness his strength, tap into his bloodline, and unleash chaos upon his enemies. The brutality of his bloodline originated from Chaos.

However, from Jaqen, the Faceless Assassin, Kent gained insight into killing methods. He only recalled a tiny fraction of the assassin’s memories, so Kent didn’t fully know that life, but he had seen enough to understand how to kill someone quietly, either painlessly or painfully.

Jaqen’s memories weren’t exactly pleasant, so Kent learned all the twisted methods of killing, and today, he had unleashed one of them. Surprisingly, it worked like a charm.

Now, he could only hope that more opportunities like this would present themselves, allowing him to showcase his brutality.

Kent turned to Lady Aelith.

“You can leave. But heed my words: the next time you and your kind come against me or the Half-Elves, there will be hell to pay. Now, you can go. Please, when you see me in your kingdom, do not send me packing.”

“I was told the Elves are skilled in alchemy, and as it turns out, I am also an alchemist. I might come there to buy some things.”

“That will be all. Once again, you are free to go.”

Kent turned and faced King Thalirion and the elders. “I will be back in an hour. But for now, you can have some discussions with Tribe Chief Malthar and his elders.”

“I’m sure something good will come out of it.”

The king nodded. Kent vanished from where he stood and appeared in the Harem Tower. The moment he did, Vexthra and Princess Lovina appeared.

“Wow, what happened to you?” Princess Lovina asked, staring at Kent’s bloody appearance. He was painted red from head to toe, looking more like a blood demon than a human.

Kent smiled. “I had a couple of guys over for a sparring session. Turns out they weren’t that strong. One punch, and they couldn’t even keep their heads on their bodies. They disappointed me.”

Kent shook his head like an ancestor disappointed in his descendants after returning from a million years in seclusion.

Vexthra and Lovina shook their heads, watching the man’s smug behavior.

“Come on, you need to clean up.” They led Kent straight to the bathing room, where they stripped him naked and began bathing him.

It took several minutes, but eventually, the blood washed off his body, and after some more cleaning, he was squeaky clean.

They then took him from the bathtub and placed him in a sauna, where Vexthra began giving Little Kent some much-needed attention. Princess Lovina, meanwhile, was ensuring Kent’s muscles relaxed.

Of course, she was next in line to make sure Little Kent felt their love. Thankfully, only the two of them had come this time, giving them more than enough time to ensure Kent fully relaxed.

And so, they did.

After giving Kent fellatio for four good hours, Vexthra climbed onto him and rode the midnight train for two hours before Princess Lovina took over and did her best to make Kent moan.

After fourteen hours, Kent managed to calm down and fell asleep in the arms of his two loving wives. Eight hours later, he woke up feeling refreshed and ready to face the day.

“Lovina, my love, you and Vexthra will be escorting me to Elarion. I need your help with something,” Kent said, and Princess Lovina nodded.

Kent took their hands, and the next second, they appeared eight miles away from the main entrance of the city. After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at the city gate, where the city guards were waiting for Kent, this time with a carriage.

“The King ordered us to bring you upon your return,” the captain of the guards said. Kent nodded, helping Vexthra and Princess Lovina climb into the carriage. Once he joined them, the carriage moved forward.

“I didn’t know humans were that beautiful,” one of the guards at the gate said after Kent and his wives were escorted inside.

“I guess we never truly know humans as we thought.”

“I suppose so. Maybe this time we’ll get to learn more about them.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice? They’re practically the other half of our existence. Without them, we wouldn’t be here now.”

As the guards continued their conversation, Kent and his wives arrived at the palace, where the king was meeting with the Bloodvein Tribe.

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