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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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464 Chs

Birth of Evil

"So what will you do?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe you should stop spending so much money on alcohol. We can't afford such an expense."

*Bam!* He banged his fist on the table in response. Iris involuntarily flinched in response due to his aggression as her little heart skipped a beat. "Is this how you want to speak to me after treating me like I was your number one enemy for months on end?"

"Did I say something wrong? You should accept reality for what it is and budget accordingly. We can't make the count lower the taxes he lawfully imposed upon us, but we can lower our own spending to meet his demands."

"You're so fucking smart, aren't you? Where was your big brain in the past? Could've used such a mastermind to make some cash in this shitty territory." Gilbert was evidently rather drunk, and in a pissed mood.