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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. 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 ... After writing over 750 chapters, here’s what you should know: 1. About the beginning: The early chapters are a bit rough. I'm not saying that it's horrible, in fact, I believe the story to be very enjoyable right from chapter 1. But, at the end of the day, this is my first original novel, and I stumbled in some areas, especially with the MC's attitude. He's too reserved and occasionally too "simpy" with the first female lead. However, the MC grows into a confident, powerful, and composed figure. No long-term cringe. He becomes the kind of MC you want to root for. 2. Quinlan’s morality: He’s not a cruel, sadistic villain. Most of the time, he won't even be acting like a real villain, only when pushed to the limit. Meaning he won't torture puppies or civilians for fun while cackling manically. However, he’s greedy, shameless, and opportunistic. If the lives of his loved ones are at stake and he can only save them by burning a city with innocents inside down, he’ll do it. He's ruthless toward strangers when necessary, but doesn't delight in cruelty. 3. Regarding slaves: Yes, Quinlan becomes a slave master. However, he treats all his women—free or enslaved—with care and respect. 4. More than smut: Every love interest has a real story, a real presence. No girl will be left behind. As of Chapter 750, Quinlan has 7 lovers and a few more "in-development" love interests. This is not a "catch them all" story, adding one girl every 20 chapters. I prefer harems made up of girls with richly developed characters over giant harems full of shallow ladies. Quality over Quantity. 5. Balanced storytelling: My aim was to create a work where romance, action, and slice-of-life blend together naturally. There’s high-stakes action, power progression, romantic developments, comedy, and some chill downtime to let both the characters and the readers breathe. 6. Weak-to-Strong Progression: Quinlan will become OP. But he rises slowly, not overnight. His journey will hopefully feel earned. 7. Not every female character listed in the fandom is a love interest: Some women are important to the plot but are not part of the harem or a planned to be, such as his two mothers. 8. No Yuri. No NTR. That's it, thank you for taking your chance on my novel! I'll make a promise to you, showing how much I believe you'll love the novel if you get over the somewhat bumpy beginning! If you read 750 chapters and hate the story even after investing so much time into it, then you may burn me alive!

NecroBin · Fantasy
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983 Chs
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Desperate War Troll Fight 1

I can feel the difference with each thrust. This spear glides through the air with ease because its weight is much better balanced. I plunge it into the first goblin's chest and it drops instantly. I yank it free and spin around, skewering another goblin in the throat. 

The new steel spear combined with my extra Strength stats increased the potency of my attacks greatly. Low-level goblins that required two thrusts of my iron spear now fall from a single precise strike. Furthermore, if I hit a vital spot I can even dispatch level 4 goblins in one thrust.

[Power Strike] became even more potent too, allowing me to kill a level 6 goblin with a well-aimed plunge to its chest.

Ayame moves with lethal grace beside me with her new sword flashing as she mows down the goblins. She's a blur of motion as her strikes are quick and deadly. Each swing of her blade brings down another goblin, and her movements are so fluid that it looks like a deadly dance more than a desperate fight for survival.

I stab another goblin through the heart, then spin and slam the butt of my spear into the face of a goblin trying to flank me. It crumbles to the ground and I quickly finish it off with a thrust to the neck. I've killed six goblins by now, and the pile of bodies around us grows larger by the second.

Ayame is relentless as she slices through the goblins, she's taken down twelve of them already. Her eyes blaze with fury and each of her strikes are filled with a palpable hatred for these creatures.

When there's only two goblins remaining she turns on her heel and says;"I leave the last pair to you. I will face the troll alone. Once you've slain the goblins run to the forest like there's no tomorrow. Don't worry about my safety and don't even dare to think about helping me out. A light tap of its finger will put you into your grave."

The sacrificial nature reminiscent of the honor-bound samurai of old shines through her persona at this moment. I bite my lower lip in frustration but I can't bring up any better counter solution. With the troll being above level 20 it can surely outrun me if we attempt an escape, and Ayame being only level 14 isn't safe either.

Dejectedly, I turn to the goblins, praying that Ayame somehow triumphs over the monstrosity that is now very close to us. The sounds of battle are deafening, and I hear a loud roar followed by a bang, probably indicating that the troll missed Ayame with its hammer.

I quickly dispatch the goblins - my new spear makes swift work of them. As I turn back, an unexpected sight meets my eyes. Ayame is darting on the ground, skirting the troll and leaving small scratches on its legs. But what truly surprises me is the newcomer seated atop the troll's neck. It's a golden-haired girl with dog-like ears and a long ponytail, clinging to the beast.

The woman's eyes are filled with unwavering resolve as she invokes a spell, "[Behemoth's Bane]." Her curved dagger becomes coated in a foul-looking poisonous substance that's dark purple and extremely menacing. She begins stabbing the war troll repeatedly all over the neck and head with ferocious intensity and speed. Each stab emits a sizzle as the poison seeps into the troll's thick skin. Her arm flickers in and out of existence at speeds I'm struggling mightily to follow and pierces the troll's hide at least thirty times.

The war troll roars in pain and fury with its massive hands flailing in an attempt to reach its attacker. Despite the significant damage it had taken, the troll doesn't relent and finally manages to reach the girl, after which it proceeds by grabbing and throwing her to the ground. She lets out a whimper as she is hurled through the air, and ends up crashing into the ground with a painfully sounding thud. She landed so close to me that I was almost hit by her.

The girl struggles and fails to get up - her body is too battered from the fall. The war troll, now even more enraged, turns its attention back to Ayame, who continues her relentless assault.

The troll suffered severe injuries and despite Ayame saying that its specialty is [Rapid Regeneration] I see no signs of him healing. The poison spell probably had anti-healing properties.

I step in front of the heavily injured girl who is still attempting to get back into the fray of battle despite her perilous state. I kneel down in front of her and gently pat her shoulder. "I'm forever grateful for your intervention - whoever you might be - and I swear that we won't let it go to waste. Tend to your injuries and leave the rest to us." I equip my most encouraging smile from my expression inventory on my face.

She looks at me with wide, disbelieving eyes before asking hesitantly, "you thanked me?" I examine her with a puzzled gaze and then I notice an iron collar strapped tightly around her neck. It's the exact same Ayame has.

It doesn't take a genius to piece things together. She must be a slave who has never been thanked for her services by her owner. Now that I examine her better, I see numerous scars in various stages of healing all over her skin that are visible from under her dark ragged attire. She is obviously severely mistreated on a near-daily basis.

However, I don't have the leisure to dwindle around any longer. I know I can't approach the troll because compared to Ayame I'm slower, significantly worse at acrobatics and I'm much less experienced. Instead, I decide to utilize my Assassin class's innate spell, [Knife Throw] for the first time.

Before standing from my kneeling position I take her dagger with great care as it's still coated in the bile substance. She looks at me worriedly, but seeing my reassuring smile, or perhaps remembering my previous words, she doesn't object.