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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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496 Chs

Ayame's Decision

This commotion is no longer as fun as it was at first. If only there weren't multiple other parties watching us, I would've just killed these four annoying losers and let the girls go on their merry way. However, I don't wish to kill all these innocent teams who are observing the drama just to help the two. A man needs to have his own personal creed he lives by. 

Chances are, I would've gone ahead with the slaughter if something like a Legendary artifact was on the line, but for two peasants…

Nope.

"I'm talking with them right now." I spit with great annoyance, in a low, threatening tone at the wannabe gangsters who immediately tense up. I'm not in the mood the listen to their screeching.

The respect I'm getting these days from the newbies is starting to feel rather good.