Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Destruction was not the only role fire played; it didn't hunger mindlessly…

I opened my eyes, staring into the inferno as understanding dawned on me.

Fire was not just a mindless hunger—it was the agent of change.

Yes, it devoured. Yes, it reduced all to ash. But even in destruction, it served a purpose.

This world was doomed, its soul ecosystem ruined by the greedy gods masquerading around as Astral Conquerors when, in reality, they were nothing more than soul raiders.

Drakwyn had no future, reduced to an existence that was no more than a sad husk waiting for its end. Here, fire was fulfilling its most primal function—erasing what no longer served a purpose.

But in another place, in another time, fire had always been more than a force of annihilation.

Civilization itself had been shaped by it.

Fire cleansed. It cauterized wounds, searing flesh shut to prevent infection. It purified water, boiling away sickness. It forged weapons and tools, turning cumbersome ore into tempered steel. It warmed the cold, gave light to the darkness, and allowed humanity to thrive in a world that would have otherwise been hostile.

All that is to say, fire destroyed, yes.

But it also created.

Without it, there would be no growth. No renewal.

Even in nature, forests that burned under the right conditions were reborn richer and more fertile than before.

As such, destruction was not meaningless.

It was necessary.

It was purposeful.

And perhaps that was what I had failed to see.

I let out a slow breath, feeling the heat sear my skin.

If I wanted to master this fire, I could not fear it. I could not simply cage it within me and hope that it counted as control. That was not mastery but mere ignorance coupled with cowardice.

If I wanted to truly claim this power as my own, then there was only one thing I could do.

Merely observing the flames all around me would not be sufficient.

I had to let it go.

Not just a little.

Not just in a careful, measured release.

I had to unleash it.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and made a decision.

No more suppressing.

No more fighting.

Only understanding.

According to the words of the Soul Records, the contents of the elixir I consumed were no mere primordial fire but a unique version of it—extracted and purified. I didn't know how something like this found its way to the Iskaris continent, but all that mattered was that it did. Perhaps the consumption of that elixir was needed to provide me with a complete understanding of fire.

To that end…

I released my grip.

The moment I did, the fire within me did not seep out measuredly.

It detonated, bursting forth with anger as if asking me how dare I try to contain it like a dumb pet.

My stomach burned. My flesh blackened, my insides scorched as the pure primordial fire surged forth through me, rampaging to its heart's content.

Before, when I first drank the elixir, I had fought. Even now, my instincts were screaming at me to resist—to suppress, to cage, to force this fire into submission. That was what my mind had told me. That was what my instincts had told me.

This time, I did nothing.

I did not suppress.

I did not fight.

I did not try to control it.

I let it burn.

And burn it did.

Flames roared out of my mouth, my eyes, and my skin, pouring from me in an eruption of untamed power. My body was no longer a vessel but an open gate, a conduit for something beyond mortal comprehension.

I should have died.

I should have been reduced to ash.

And yet…

I remained.

At first, the pain reached unimaginable heights. My body, my soul, my very existence was being rewritten in real-time, torn apart within the inferno.

Then, something changed.

The agony, the unbearable torment that had consumed me without mercy, vanished in an instant. It wasn't a slow transition, not a gradual lessening of pain—but a sharp, absolute shift.

The fire no longer burned me.

It drifted up, escaping my body in slow, measured motions as if it had finally realized something—there was no longer any opposition, no force trying to restrain or dominate it. It had lashed out, fought against me because I had fought against it. But now?

No chains, no cages, no battle for supremacy.

For the first time, the fire was free. Your adventure continues at My Virtual Library Empire

A small flicker of flame hovered in the air before me, gently swaying like a curious creature uncertain of what to do next. It was a tiny ember of primordial power given shape, inspecting me from all angles as though puzzled by my actions.

It tilted left.

Then right.

Then spun in a slow, lazy circle, assessing me.

A trail of flame formed, looping around my body in playful spirals, brushing against my skin but never searing it. It was testing, exploring, learning. I remained still, watching as the fire did its thing until it finally came to a conclusion.

I was not its enemy.

I was not something to be destroyed.

It grew.

The single ember became a stream, expanding into a full-blown flare. The flames that had once consumed me from the inside now burst forth with a new purpose—meeting the world-ending inferno relentlessly eating away at Drakwyn and me.

Like a beast protecting its own, the flame I had once feared rose to fight, crashing against the primordial blaze that sought to erase all in its path. Where once it burned me, now the fire burned for me.

The air around me shifted.

For the first time since my descent, I felt space open in the storm of destruction. The suffocating heat that had threatened to consume me moved away, pushed back by the very fire that had been freed. A sanctuary of stillness within the inferno formed.

The fire was no longer hurting me.