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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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494 Chs

Sack And Rod Lost

I ignore him and walk over to the two slave women. Well, perhaps they are free people now, depending on their contract's clauses. They are barely conscious due to the heavy beating Ayame provided them with. I raise my spear and stab both in the heart, despite them begging amidst pained sobs for mercy. I can't allow them to live.

[You've Slain Rebecca (Level 9). You've Gained 298 XP.]

[You've Slain Monica (Level 11). You've gained 151 XP.]

Only 151 for the higher leveled one? I then quickly realize that Rebecca was the one whom I stabbed previously, while I only dealt the final blow to Monica. 

"W-what are you doing?! Because their master tried to claim our lives the slaves would've become our properties! You've just wasted multiple gold coins! Yeah, they were bleeding, but their lives were not in danger!" He screeches with irritation and disbelief, his previous beholden attitude nowhere to be seen.