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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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396 Chs

Lonely Ghost

"Master… Ghost is sorry." Blossom commented after climbing onto my back and clutching my neck desperately if she were a baby monkey clinging to her mother. I don't know why she decided to traverse the forest in such a way, but I wasn't complaining. Her glorious breasts being mashed against my back, and her alluring voice entering my eardrums straight from their source was a great feeling, to say the least.

"What's the issue?"

With droopy ears she revealed what was ailing her beautiful heart; "She failed as a scout… Solace noticed the enemies long before Ghost…" 

Oh yeah. I almost forgot about it. Due to the unfavorable blow of the wind, Blossom didn't smell our pursuers while Seraphiel somehow noticed them from a mile away.

She felt inferior.

"You're still our most amazing scout. It was just an unlucky situation."