Primordial Chaos Dragon Tower: Harem System-Chapter 782: Vyrmyllia, The Toxic Bloom

Long before the Blooming Death Garden graced the Primordial Era.

Long before the Era of Warring Stars came to an end.

Long before the Fae were betrayed and cast out, becoming the Fallen Fae.

Long before the appearance of the Sovereign of the Seven Plagues.

Long before the True Primordial Killer appeared, there was nothing but war and destruction everywhere.

They called it the Era of Warring Stars, one that lasted for 7,000 years. It was the era that brought about the death of all six true Primordials and saw the rise of the one that killed them.

Long before her rise, she was but a humble child born into the Fae race. Of course, as a Fae, she was attuned with nature and loved by nature.

She loved plants and flowers, dedicating her time every day to shaping her flower garden into what she wanted it to be. Life was good. There was peace, and everyone was happy.

However, this peace was shattered when the Primordials went to war.

Millions of worlds were destroyed, and one of these worlds, the world of the Fae, was destroyed in the process and fell into the domain of darkness.

They lost everything, and in the process, even lost their connection to nature.

In no time, they started to go extinct, resulting in the death of millions.

Syrelith was on her deathbed at some point, only a few breaths away from succumbing to the curse that took hold of her race, when the spirit of the fallen Poison Mother Plant found her.

It was as if they were meant to find each other.

One of them was dying, and the other could not live without a vessel. However, if they were to come together and unite, their union would enable them to achieve their goals.

Naturally, both sought the extinction of the Primordials, for they had lost everything because of them. So they agreed, and in the end, what none of them expected happened.

The spirit of the Poison Mother Plant and a Fallen Fae turned out to be a recipe for disaster. Their union birthed the Duskwraith Nymph, first of her kind.

The Duskwraith Nymph is deeply attuned to toxins, mists, and nocturnal energy, with a body that naturally produces potent poisons and pheromones.

The loving and peaceful Fae girl became the incarnation of Poison

That was when she rose to fame, rising with the poison oozing from her body. Her trail reeks of poisons, and her steps left marks of poison in her wake.

Syrelith became the bane of the Primordials.

She created poisons that even beings heralded as the strongest in the universe grew weary of. They were scared of her, reaching the point where they had to stop fighting among themselves and band together to face her.

But they failed, for she had long transcended the limit of poison, rising to the stage that even being as strong as he, six True primordial couldn’t measure to.

They lost the battle miserably, but it created a legacy, one that the universe needed at that moment.

They called it the birth of the True Primordial Era, for when the last of them fell, the true era where the one called the Primordial Chaos Dragon rose—and unlike his predecessors, he walked the path of a True Primordial.

Although the legends containing her history were lost and long forgotten, those who knew something about the one heralded as the Toxic Queen called her the mother of the Primordial Era, for it was through her that peace had returned to the universe.

Kent respects and adores all his wives.

They are his reason for everything he does.

They are the ones he will run to when in pain.

The ones who will cater to his broken body when he is hurt.

The ones who will warm his bed at night.

He cherishes them.

However, gazing up at the sky, looking at the purple-haired beauty surrounded by toxic mist, holding a staff and clad in a purple dress, Kent couldn’t help feeling some deeper form of respect, adoration, and gratitude toward her.

In his heart, he felt like he wouldn’t be where he is now; he wouldn’t be alive had it not been for the beauty hovering in the air.

This alone made Kent feel like his connection to Princess Lovina runs much deeper than he might have thought.

He doesn’t know how he is linked to the rest of his wives, but he could tell that, in a way, he feels something much deeper toward Princess Lovina.

He intends to find out what that was.

However, first, her True Name, bestowed by the Universe, must be invoked.

"She rose as a Fallen Fae, bound with the Poison Mother Tree, and became the Duskwraith Nymph. Her name and legacy were known and renowned by all.

They called her the Mother of Poison. The killer of Leviathans. The executor of the Ancient Flame Beast King. The Creator of the Seven Poison Plagues.

Her legacy was poison, and her dominance was toxic. In the end, her name was known by all, earning the first-ever True Name ever given to a living being.

The universe called her Vyrmyllia, The Toxic Bloom, and so she would be called.

Rise, Vyrmyllia, the Mother of Poison. Rise, Vyrmyllia, The Toxic Bloom. Your true legacy has just begun. Rise, Vyrmyllia, for your destiny awaits."

The moment Kent invoked her True Name, a large tree, towering several kilometers high with a trunk larger than 100 meters, appeared behind her, exuding a potent poison mist.

"ROAR"

Suddenly, a large, perhaps the most enormous wingless dragon Kent had ever seen—be it in movies or reality—snaked around the giant tree, wrapping its massive body around the collosal trunk of the tree.

It turned its menacing gaze at Kent, whose body immediately froze.

The dragon was purple with eyes that were a mix of purple and red.

Kent felt his body evaded by a force far beyond his understanding.

This caused his body to start to fail suddenly. However, looking at the dragon and Lovina, he knew his life wasn’t in danger, so he didn’t panic.

Naturally, he was right not to panic, for before he passed out, a message flashed before his eyes, bringing a smile to his face as he fell into Lovina’s arms.

She appeared behind him and let him fall into her arms.

Ten days later, Kent opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the messages announcing his reward from Princess Lovina.

⟦You have attained Weak Poison Resistance⟧

⟦Your Poison Resistance has improved⟧

⟦You have attained High Poison Resistance⟧

"Well, it was flame before, now poison. I guess things do work out well in the end." Kent smiled, but then he felt something coming from his lower body.

He looked and saw Princess Lovina playing with Little Kent. Naturally, the next ten hours were spent in each other’s arms, making sure congratulations were in order.

"How do you feel?" Kent asked Princess Lovina, who was resting on his chest after the ten-hour marathon.

"I feel better than ever. Now, I can feel a much deeper understanding of poison and how to harness its power for my use."

"Good to hear that." Kent smiled, feeling happy for her. Now that she had received her True Name, only Unity remained to obtain hers, and all his wives would be set.

After resting in each other’s arms for a few minutes, they freshened up and went back to the dungeon so they could all head to the 3rd floor.

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