Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem Novel – The Journey Begins I’m bored. So incredibly bored. I walk down the street toward my home, wearing a listless expression while listening to music on my headphones. It’s already dark and also rainy, so I must admit that everything comes together to paint quite the atmosphere. Despite having a ‘good’ job and a decent life, there’s something missing.
Everything feels like it’s on repeat, a loop of similar experiences. I need something more, a challenge, a change, a break from the routine. I’ve tried to find it in various ways, but nothing seems to stick. I’ve tried dating. I was quite successful at it, at least compared to my two friends. I’ve been on more than two dozen dates after chatting up a few ladies. After a while I realized that each conversation is a regurgitation of the same themes, just voiced by different faces:
complaints about work, frustrations with family, plot of the newest N*tflix show, and vague plans for the future that sound strikingly similar to everyone else’s. It’s like I’m stuck in a loop, where each interaction blurs into the next, lacking any real spark or depth. I don’t really blame my dating partners, though; it’s not like I can offer anything more interesting. In my humble opinion, the real culprit is the world itself which is just so incredibly boring.
Career? An endless grind that makes me daydream about quitting my job every other hour. The monotony of office life is simply suffocating. My power-tripping boss is a constant presence as well, perpetually breathing down my neck to make sure I don’t forget my place in the pecking order. I utterly detest every second of it. Sure, it pays the bills, but at what cost? My time, energy, individuality, and joy – my life. I want to be my own boss. I want to explore and go on adventures.
I want to meet unique, interesting women. I want power, personal might. I’ve always been drawn to stories where personal strength leads to something more than just a routine existence. Worlds where people can change their destinies through sheer determination and skill. And I don’t mean it like Ainz, getting straight-up teleported into a level 100 avatar with a devoted cast of servants. I don’t need that. Or rather, I don’t want that. I want to achieve everything with my own strength.
Even if it has a high possibility of me dying in a ditch, I would still jump at the chance to try myself. Oh, there’s a puddle in front of me. I have to go around it, or my Kobe ‘Black Mamba’ edition sneakers will get wet. Eh, fuck it. I’m very moody at the moment anyways. I step into it, expecting a splash. Instead, the ground gives way beneath my feet, and I fall. I keep falling. Why am I falling?! It was a small puddle made of rainwater! How is this possible?! Wait! This is just too much of a coincidence.
I just wished to be taken to a different world, and immediately afterward, this illogical shit happens? There’s no way you can convince me that this isn’t related! My excitement subsides as I start drowning. I’m in a puddle of water, after all. Well, I say water, but is it really water? It’s black, and now that I think about it, the texture is way different. Slimy and a lot less liquidy, almost solid.