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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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484 Chs

Petting My Dog

Ayame's cheeks begin to redden due to the overwhelming interest the dog-kin is showing in her getting petted, so I relieve her from her misery. Well, somewhat. "Ayame especially likes when I do this action while embracing her in a tight hug. Watch." I say with a cheeky grin before hugging the silently protesting girl (based on her furious eyes) close to my body with my left hand, while I never relent from my assault on her head with the other one.

Despite her initial protests Ayame quickly melts into my embrace. "Ohhh! That really does look strangely comfortable! Because Master Quinlan is so much taller it looks like a father guarding his adolescent pup or a male protecting his weak mate!" Blossom shouts energetically and then begins jumping around us to once again observe the strange phenomenon from all possible angles while wagging her tail even faster than before.