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Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Quinlan, a simple office worker finds himself transmigrated to an extremely dangerous fantasy land as a level 1 Commoner with nothing to his name but his wits - and a unique gift that accompanied his teleportation. No one in Thalorind could have predicted that this unassuming arrival would one day rise to the top, redefining the very meaning of the term 'power'... And that he may have achieved said result by joining a criminal organization and clawing his way through its ranks as well as establishing his own business empire that may or may not have relied on slave labor. In the beginning, Quinlan was painfully weak and alone but thanks to his severe trust issues, joining a team was... hard. However, he soon noticed that a lot of people have collars around their necks in this world... People that couldn't exactly betray him. Follow Quinlan's journey as he grows in strength, amasses wealth, fights to the death, and meets lovely ladies. ... Discord: https://discord.gg/bjunEkswQ3 ... Disclaimer: I'd received a few harsh complaints from some readers that my MC is not a real villain, and I have to agree; if you're looking for some complete psycho MC who burns random farmer villages down just for fun then don't read. The MC is a ruthless man who does evil things from time to time, but only to his enemies or those he considers to be true scum. He gains no joy from tormenting strangers. Also don't read if you want a story about buying s*x slaves and r*ping them, that doesn't happen in this novel. He will treat the women he wants to be with as if they were normal people, whether they're slaves or not.

NecroBin · Fantasy
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510 Chs

Are you insane, brother?!

And just like that, it was time to face off with the Wraithclaws who used the time we so generously gifted them to organize themselves much better.

"Wait! Let's talk this out like gentlemen! I don't want to have to rebuild my home, you know how much I spent on this place?!" A sudden voice interrupted me just before I could truly get into the mood of murdering dozens of my enemies.

"ten gold?" I threw my random guess at him. I didn't want to start conversing with the enemies since they could use the momentary loll in the battle to come up with better countermeasures.

"T-t-ten?! Are you insane, brother?! I live in bumfuck nowhere, just getting the materials here nearly cost me half of that amount! You have no clue how much hard work's fruit this mansion is!" The speaker of these strange sentences finally became visible as he came to the front of his soldiers. He was standing behind two tankers who had their human-sized shields raised to protect him.