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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

Lord Wrinkle 2

The man glanced up at me, which meant he had to angle his neck to an embarrassing degree. He was also aware of what was going on, evidenced by his heavy frowning and unhappy features.

"Come in, please." I said in a respectful tone. I had to do my utmost not to let out a snicker at his grimacing face. There was nothing to be gained from annoying our examiner, so I did my best not to come off as someone who looked down on him due to his midget stature.

"Lord Wrinkle!" Jasmine shouted as she stood from her seat and bowed. Consider me to be officially lost. Was she mocking him or what? Why would she do that while in my home? Before I could begin to think badly about the merchant girl, the midget opened his mouth.

"I'm Wrinkle, the top manager in charge of this outpost. I'm of the Shadow Vanguard rank. My good friend Aurelion had asked me to conduct a Mr. Devil's examination personally, so here I am." He revealed.