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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 · Fantasie
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500 Chs

Geim 2

The air is filled with the scent of earth, rot, and something else - something magical. It hums with a dark, foreboding energy, like a creature bound by chains it can never break.

"We heard your voice. Where are you?"

"Quinlan… This entire thing is a living monster." Ayame states worriedly.

'Oh. Oh! What the hell?!' I wasn't aware of the existence of tree-type monsters at all.

"I am the tree itself. I don't have an organ to speak, so I use a form of telepathy." He answers, confirming Ayame's words. It seems he can't understand human speech.

I can only assume that my primordial 'compatible with all races' effect is at play here, somehow letting him understand my words while also allowing me to hear his voice.

"May I see your features without your mask?" He asks. 

I hesitate for a second but at this point, I see no reason to refuse. Whatever this thing is, we are not beating it, especially not in our small time window.