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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

Vex

However, in this world, being homosexual was heavily frowned upon, to the point of being a crime worthy of getting enslaved for, so his admitting it after trying to boast about his expensive slave is a bit of a strange thing, since he just completely ruined any chances of looking cool in our eyes. Maybe he hit his head on the way here.

"Oh? My ears have picked up on some interesting statements." All my jovial snickering came to an abrupt halt as soon as the chilly tone of a female whose presence I was unaware of sounded from close to me.

"L-l-lady Vex, I was merely jesting, a slip of the tongue between men trying to one-up each other. I'm begging you, don't take it to heart!" Soren shouted immediately, letting me know that the woman behind me was most certainly the Veil Walker sent to act as our examiner.