Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

She liked how he burnt the two bulky tanks in their own armor, using the metal protecting their frames into a weapon that resulted in their demise, and especially loved how he killed the leaping archer, but the remaining three gave him quite a bit of trouble.

"Ouch. A normal Wizard should\'ve keeled over and died from that one. To be fair, no normal Wizard swings around a saber either, especially not like he does…" She commented as she saw him getting hit once again.

"Not only is his age an anomaly but his build too… His spells hit very powerfully for his supposed level, yet he has as much if not more HP as most dedicated tanks do, and his Agility and Strength are quite high as well… Based on what I\'m seeing, his stats are definitely equivalent to someone in their level twenties… What a strange entity… Did he not only trick the age-measuring artifact but the level one too?"

Her expression suddenly distorted from that of a pristine beauty to that of a crazed bitch as a manic grin widened on her delicate face, going from ear to ear.

"I want him… I want him. I want him!!!" Black Fang repeated multiple times, surprising herself greatly. "I want something for the first time in centuries…? Me?"

She thought a bit inwardly before nodding to herself, returning to a person who resembled sanity perfectly. She only resembled one though, since she had long since gone off on the deep end of mental well-being. "I do want him."

Why was Black Fang insane? She wasn\'t the mental asylum candidate kind of crazy, just that living for as long as she had does no good for the human mind, especially so if they are surrounded by death, misery, and isolation since birth. The reason she was even talking out loud was that she barely interacted with a soul, so she developed it as a habit.

Black Fang then brought out a voice transmitter from her storage ring and called the ugly midget. He was a weasel who was too scared to betray anyone of her power and influence, so she could trust him. "Wrinkle."

"Y-yes my lady?!" He squealed with fright when her unexpected voice sounded from his device.

"Go and find out everything you can about Devil. I want to recruit him to my department."

He was silent for a short moment. "My lady… I\'ve promised my best friend Aurelion who saved my life on two occasions that I would help him recruit Devil…"

\'Hm? For the first time in his life, the spineless rat boy dared talk back to me? Devil\'s existence keeps causing surprises…\'

Her beautiful features contorted to that of evil incarnate as her voice equipped an ice-cold tone that promised nothing but sheer malice. "Is this how cowards like you want to commit suicide since you don\'t have the guts to plunge a knife into your ugly stomach yourself?

In case you no longer cherish your own life, you better realize that I know where you sent your two sons and three daughters in the Central Land. Do you seriously think I can\'t get to them all? Me?! I\'m the Black Fang!"

She wasn\'t a charismatic leader. Black Fang lorded over her subordinates with an iron fist.

The only ones she treated with a semblance of kindness were her three students, all of whom were of the Veil Walker rank and had been serving her loyally for centuries.

"N-n-n-no my lady! I\'ll get to it right away!" Wrinkle squeaked with sheer terror in his trembling voice.

"Better remember your place for the rest of your short, miserable life, trash..." Black Fang spat as she refocused her attention on Devil and his struggles after cutting her subordinate\'s call off. "Ah. That\'s not good, he\'s about to die…"

She brought out another item from her storage ring, this one letting her communicate with her elite guards through their helmets. "Move in closer to candidate 3267 and his team. I want to hear everything they say crystal clear."

Naturally, her minions did as told.

Black Fang soon found herself transfixed by the holographic display as she was watching Devil struggle in the intense battle. The Phenom\'s twin blades clashed against Devil\'s saber, resulting in a series of metallic rings echoing as they exchanged blows. His opponent was absolutely relentless.

Each strike of his was aimed at breaking through Devil\'s defenses, while the spearwoman would dash in at opportunistic times like a patient predator who was waiting for her moment to strike. At the same moment, their Wizard ally was throwing his spells as soon as they came off cooldown, creating a very sticky situation for the giant baby.

She had no doubt he would beat two of them, but three together were rapidly proving to be beyond his means, or at least so did the enigmatic creature pretend. "Oh. That\'s right, I don\'t even know if he\'s human. Maybe it\'s some ancient creature who is so old that the artifact malfunctioned." Black Fang mused under her breath.

The water mage moved in from the flank and his staff began glowing as he gathered mana for his next spell. "[Aqua Bolt]!" he shouted, sending a concentrated blast of water surging toward Quinlan.

"Let\'s see how you handle that…" Black Fang whispered to herself while absently stroking one of the bigger snakes that decided to slither up her legs to her midsection and then all the way to her torso and tried to suffocate her by coiling around her ribs, constricting her airways. The woman in question felt nothing but the playfulness of a pet animal. It was cute like a kitten in her eyes.