Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 1247: Synchra
Chapter 1247: Synchra
The deep black armor suddenly flared red, with molten lines streaking across the adamantite akin to veins igniting.
The temperature spiked as crimson flames exploded from the armor, twisting in a slow spiral before collapsing inward. The armor melted…
Then lunged.
Right at Quinlan.
It struck his chest like a beast claiming its master, the molten liquid crawling across his body, devouring his clothes in streaks of glowing red before hardening into plates once more.
The process was fast and violent – when it came to his poor clothes, at least – but he didn’t resist. In fact, he watched with great interest when he realized that the armor, despite being of such a hostile element, deliberately did not harm him.
It was doing its best to ensure its master was unharmed by its actions. His poor clothes, on the other hand… Were cannibalized.
When the heat faded, Quinlan stood clad in the completed armor, with the crimson lines still pulsing beneath the black surface.
From his pocket ring, a blue flare erupted.
The Soul Reaper shot out on its own, hovering beside him, its azure flames clashing in hue with Synchra’s red glow.
One for destruction, one for protection. Opposites, bound to the same man.
Quinlan looked between them with utmost fascination. “The Soul Reaper to kill and collect my enemies,” he murmured, “and Synchra to protect me. What a pairing.”
He looked down at his chestplate, the faint red glow reflecting in his eyes. Then, almost absently, his gaze drifted toward Vex. “You know,” he began with his grin returning, “Synchra reminds me of you quite a bit.”
Vex’s brow twitched. “Excuse me?”
“It’s jealous like hell, did you see what it did to my clothes? Yet it’s also very overprotective. Despite its jealous outburst, I was not harmed one bit.” Quinlan explained matter-of-factly. “She’s a little fiery, too.”
“She…?” Her expression soured immediately. The Hexwitch did not like what she heard. Did he just call the armor a woman because it reminded him of her?
Quinlan just laughed her expression off, remaining entirely unbothered. “It’s perfect. The Soul Reaper’s always had that sharp, masculine air to him. Synchra’s got a… feminine touch. Balance, you see.”
The others exchanged looks, clearly unconvinced.
Kitsara sighed. “You’re assigning genders to weapons now?”
Seraphiel, however, couldn’t help a small smirk from forming on her lips. “No, wait. I kind of see it. The saber has aggression and a sharp edge; he’s all about domination and conquering. Very manly if you ask me. And the armor… well, it’s clingy. Possessive. She’s also a protector like a mother.”
Quinlan’s eyes softened as they drifted to Seraphiel. Her golden hair framed a smile so gentle it made even the forge’s crimson light seem tame.
“You do get it,” he said quietly.
Before she could respond, he leaned in and pressed a kiss into her soft hair. It was a light, fleeting gesture, but it left her happily giggling.
Across from them, Vex and Kitsara both narrowed their eyes in unison. The witch’s glare was sharp, the foxkin’s more amused but no less watchful.
It wasn’t clear if Seraphiel’s comment about understanding him was sincere… until the healer met their stares with a knowing glint that said plainly: ’Yes. I said it for the pampering.’
That silent exchange sparked the quiet kind of battle only women in a shared harem could wage.
But Quinlan didn’t notice. His focus was fixed on the armor now pulsing with faint red lines.
—
[Synchra]
Rarity: Anima
Type: Soulbound Armor
Status: Active
Bound to: Quinlan Elysiar
Core Energy: 100%
—
He summoned his status window next, the numbers cascading into view.
[Name: Quinlan Elysiar]
[Race: Primordial]
[Level: 40 ➣ 44. XP: 28,930 / 7,935,315]
[Health Points: 1913 ➣ 2081]
[Mana Points: 3319 ➣ 3488]
[Vitality: 128 ➣ 139]
[Strength: 125 ➣ 143]
[Agility: 133 ➣ 150]
[Magic: 221 ➣ 233]
Or, at least, that was what welcomed his eyes ever since he returned from the massacre of the Fujimori army, where he even slew Scar in battle. However, her kill XP was shared with Black Fang, who did a lot to bring the assassin down.
But that was how it had been before Synchra had been bound to him.
Now, with the armor’s +50 Vitality, and the Primordial Villain class’s 25% attribute amplification applied to Vitality and a further 50% boost to HP, his status window refreshed once more.
[Health Points: 2081 ➣ 3019]
[Mana Points: 3488 ➣ 3488]
[Vitality: 139 ➣ 201]
[Strength: 143 ➣ 143]
[Agility: 150 ➣ 150]
[Magic: 233 ➣ 233]
An amused glimmer sparked behind Quinlan’s eyes as his gaze drifted to his Hexwitch.
“Vex.” Hearing her name called made the woman stop mid-glare at Seraphiel.
“Yes, Hubby?”
“How much HP do you have?”
She blinked once, thanks to the question catching her off guard. “A bit over nineteen hundred,” she answered slowly, head tilting. “Why?”
He didn’t respond. His expression gave away nothing, only quiet calculation behind that faint smirk.
Instead, he turned toward the elf standing next to him. “Kaelira, how much do you have?”
The blue-haired tank straightened instantly. “Two thousand, my lord.”
Quinlan’s gaze lingered on the two of them. Kaelira was significantly lower leveled than Vex, yet her Vitality eclipsed what most mages would ever dream of reaching, and Vex, despite being more than twenty levels higher, was still a bit frail by comparison.
But now… he was standing above both.
Quinlan’s lips curved upward into a devilish grin that carried every bit of his three Soul Records given titles’ promises.
“Is that so…”
He could feel the power, the bolstered vitality coiling beneath his skin.
So long as the armor was equipped and its Energy Core powered, he had a thousand points of health above a professional tanker, and Kaelira’s Runeweaver Titan class was already a standout build compared to others on the continent, thanks to it being a creation of Rosie’s flower, which made it more potent than the commonly seen tanker classes.
However, before anyone could comment further, Kaelira swayed.
Her fingers trembled before her knees gave out.
Quinlan moved on instinct. His hand shot out, catching her just before she hit the ground, but the moment his skin touched hers, a sudden drain rushed through his body. His vision blurred. The world tilted.
“Wha-”
The word never finished. His knees buckled, and strength leaked from his limbs as if something had carved the core right out of him.
“Quinlan!” Seraphiel cried as he fell. Her one arm wrapped around his torso while the other reached out to hold Kaelira, but even her strength faltered as their full weight, with the added armor, was unexpectedly heavy.
But Vex and Kitsara were already moving. The witch grabbed him while the foxkin went for the elf, then the two were slowly placed down on the ground.
“What’s happening?!” Kitsara demanded with her panicked eyes darting from Kaelira’s pale face to Quinlan’s slackened form.
Vex’s voice shuddered. “Both were fine a second ago! What the hell did that armor do to them?”
Seraphiel’s hands glowed as she tried to stabilize their breathing. “They’re healthy, but their mana flow is collapsing…”
And then, hearing the healer’s deductions, Quinlan’s brain realized what was going on.
He remembered the description of Anima rarity.
’Anima-tier creations transcend conventional craftsmanship… drawing not only on technique but on the life force of their makers…’
He realized it then; they hadn’t just forged an armor. They’d given it life, and in doing so, fed it their own essence.
“This is not good… I’ll be fine, tend to Kaelira…”
And then the light in his eyes dimmed.
