Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem-Chapter 792: Combat Arts

Chapter 792: Combat Arts

[Assessment: Primordial Entity Quinlan Elysiar has demonstrated excessive reliance on ranged spellcasting capabilities.]

[Primary dependency identified: Avatar of the Elements class.]

[Melee engagement protocols: Underutilized.]

[Soul Reaper armament: Functionality restricted to reactive defense; proactive combat deployment neglected.]

[Stormblade class: Inactive.] freeωebnovēl.c૦m

[Child of Agony class: Combat spells – Status: Locked. Currently available Skill Points to the Primordial Entity Quinlan Elysiar: 39.]

[Conclusion: Primordial Entity Quinlan Elysiar has developed unbalanced combat tendencies.]

[Theme of the trial: Combat Arts.]

The final message echoed into silence. Then, the world around me began to dissolve.

White.

Everything bled into white.

The air, the trees, the monument before me… They all washed away as if wiped clean from a canvas. Even the sensation of gravity dulled, as if I were suspended in stillness while my vision was slowly overtaken by an all-consuming brightness.

And yet, despite that creeping whiteness, my mind wasn't quiet.

"Tch!"

I clicked my tongue in dissatisfaction.

I've been defeating enemies much higher leveled than me despite being 'overly reliant' on magic… I was hoping it would instead supplement me with elixirs of the deviant elements so that I can unlock [Electricity Creation & Manipulation], among other things, instead of this.

But it seems I was judged to be a one-trick pony of a mage… So now, the Soul Records believes my combat style is becoming too one-sided.

Honestly, this judgment felt really unfair. Despite the primordials being masters of adaptability, capable of holding four active classes, I don't see Dragnar slinging fireballs at his enemies. Nyxara's entire fighting style clearly revolves around charming her enemies.

But for some reason, I was put on a different pedestal.

With that being said…

"Haaah…"

I sighed.

The Souls Records wasn't wrong. It was I who wanted to become a jack of all trades. Yet I'd somewhat lost that vision of mine along the way because the freedom I had using the [Manipulation] type spells was just too liberating compared to normal spells.

Begrudgingly, I folded my arms as the blank world around me finished swallowing the last traces of color.

'Stormblade,' I thought. 'When was the last time I even used it? The skillset is potent, aggressive, and tailored for frontline skirmishing, but I relied on spellwork. Why dance into danger when I could burn a battlefield from afar?'

The Soul Reaper had become more of a soul collection tool than a true weapon. A last resort, really. Not a blade I brought to war, but a shield I clung to when my spellcasting fell apart.

And the Child of Agony class?

I scoffed internally.

It was more of a memento of the experiences I lived through in the Iris simulation, and something I used to feel more connected to that amazing woman.

The only spell I ever used was [Dangerous Game], and even that wasn't meant for combat. Just utility. An engine to crank up my stats and risk a backlash. Useful, yes, but far from elegant. The rest of the spells in that tree? Too masochistic. Too limiting. "Bleed yourself to blink." "Hurt yourself to strengthen your grip." Every single one of them came with a cost, creating too many leashes on how I fought.

They didn't feel like me.

I'd been hoarding my Free Skill Points for something better. Something that would fit my style better. Such as if the Primordial Subjugator class unveiling new spells for me to unlock.

And now I'm paying the price, I thought as the whiteness crystallized into a pure void.

I let some of my classes rot while I leaned too heavily on others. I stopped being a warrior and became a turret in a robe.

A low breath escaped me as the last tether to the primordial dimension behind me snapped.

Fine. Let's see what this damned Soul Records wants me to learn this time around. I'll excel in them just as I'd always done before, coming out much stronger than before.

The whiteness flickered—then shattered like glass.

And I fell through.

[The Primordial Entity Quinlan Elysiar is entering the Closed-Domain Plane: Zhenwu.]

[The domain of Zhenwu is isolated from interdimensional protocols. External universal systems are non-functional within its bounds.]

[ADAPTATION COMPLETE.]

[The Primordial Entity: Quinlan Elysiar

• Stat profile has been scaled to Level 1 baseline.

• All active class designations have been suspended.

• All spell permissions have been revoked.

• Artifact permissions have been suspended.

• Exception granted: Designated Soulbound Object – "Soul Reaper" retained.]

[Acquire proficiency in True Elemental Combat Arts.]

The messages clicked through my mind with the emotional range of a machine grinding metal.

But then my heart skipped a beat as I realized something.

Self-contained world…? No universal system?

My breathing caught as a thousand fragmented thoughts sliced through me in the span of a heartbeat.

Then... if Zhenwu exists like this... Does that mean Earth exists too?

I'd always assumed I'd been flung across existence, transmigrated into a parallel reality where Earth was just a dream, a half-remembered lie from a former life. No system. No monsters. No levels. Just mundane humanity.

But maybe Earth wasn't gone.

Maybe it just operated on its own rules.

Like Zhenwu.

A world sealed off from the universal system governed by the Soul Records. Just like the one I came from.

I blinked rapidly, jaw tightening as I struggled to process the implications. Could I… could I find it again? Could I really…

Could I see them again?

My parents. The biological ones. The ones I never had a chance to say goodbye to. The ones whose faces had slowly grown a bit blurry in my memory despite my desperate attempts to ensure I never forget how they looked.

I clenched my fists with determination.

This trial was supposed to be about mastering elemental combat arts.

But now… now it had inadvertently introduced me to a whole new possibility. One I hadn't dared to hope for, thinking it to be nothing more than wishful dreaming.

But…

Was it?

If Earth exists… I will find it.

*Thud!* However, I wasn't allowed to deliberate on this topic any longer.

I landed on solid ground, and as soon as I did, I heard a loud, feminine shriek.

"P-Please! Someone! Anyone! Help me!!!"