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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. "Oh, so you are a warrior who is looking for a master that strives to become the strongest? You found him." "Wait, you are an assassin with an amazing, rare class who has a cruel master? Let me help you have a change of ownership..." "I know that you might not be a slave, but one of my classes is 'Slave Master', which would make you stronger should you become one... So how about it?" Follow Quinlan's journey as he grows in strength, amasses wealth, fights to the death, and meets lovely ladies.

NecroBin · Fantasy
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404 Chs

Climbing The Labyrinth 2

Blinded on one side, the beetle thrashes in frustration, attempting to crush me with its bulk. But I'm quicker now, more confident. I step to the side, keeping out of its reach until finally, I see my opening. The beetle, weakened and desperate, exposes its underbelly as it rears back to deliver a final, wild charge. I spring forward, driving my spear deep into the soft flesh beneath its armored exterior. The creature convulses, its death throes echoing off the chamber walls before collapsing with a resounding crash, defeated.

I withdraw my spear, wiping it clean as I step back, a sense of triumph surging through me. Ayame approaches, a proud smile on her face and she begins clapping happily.

"I can't believe that you actually soloed a boss monster after only five days of becoming a combatant- scratch that, after coming to this world… It might've been level one, but a boss monster is magnitudes stronger than its common equivalent. Incredible job, Quinlan."