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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.

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Collecting Loot

Broderick crosses his arms, surveying the devastation with a grim expression. "We won't find any survivors here. The orcs' gear and corpses are going to be the only points of interest in this place. Babe, you have the dimensional ring on you? Let's collect the best items."

"Yes, hubby~" Marjorie purrs, a sound which makes me involuntarily shudder from head to toe. Please don't flirt in front of me… I will have trouble tending to Blossom's fertile fields at night if you keep this shit up. 

I've already gotten used to this giant woman's and her flabby skin's sight, so I don't cringe when she acts normally, but each time she does something a lover would I can't help myself from imagining how she looks without her loose robe, how it would feel to embrace her, and I find myself fighting to keep my sanity intact.