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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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444 Chs

Stormblade

"[Thunderclap Strike!]"

I shouted while launching myself high above the heads of the Phantom League's soldiers, after which I plunged downward as I sliced through the air when I let gravity and wind pull me into a deadly descent. 

My blade mercilessly crashed into the center of a tightly packed group of enemies only to release an explosive surge of lightning that instantly burst outward, throwing soldiers back and electrocuting those who were too close. The ground splintered under the impact of my potent strike and the smell of charred flesh filled the air as my strike landed with a thunderous roar.

"Fuck! What is this?!"

"Arghh!!! My legs…!"

"Calm down and focus! It's just one young enemy!" 

"Yeah, we are still winning!"