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#HAREM
#DARK
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#VILLAIN
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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 ... Disclaimer: I'd received a few 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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730 Chs
#ROMANCE
#SYSTEM
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#HAREM
#DARK
#TRANSMIGRATION
#SLICEOFLIFE
#VILLAIN
#ANTIHERO

Sealed Fate

"You just had to have the last word, hmm?" Aurora giggled in a cheery tune while nuzzling her butt comfortably into my lap before leaning back and leaving a loving kiss on my cheeks.

"Primordial arrogance was it? I gotta agree, this bastard has an ego the size of Thalorind. Maybe a spanking from the Goddess would do him good…" Kitsara nodded sagely while undressing from the ceremonial robes she wore to properly represent herself as the princess of the dogkin people. She was doing so with an urgency that spoke volumes of immense desperation. If Papa Vargis saw his little princess drop her luxurious and expensive garbs sewn by the greatest tailors of their nation to the floor as if they were filthy potato sacks, he would sigh with exhausted eyes.

"Why are you undressing?" Lucille asked, but a knowing smile was adorning her lips. It wasn't hard for the mother to have a good guess of the newest member's intentions.