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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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Meet The Master 1

David sighed deeply, pushing himself up from the filthy ground with aching arms. Around him, the other men slowly began to stir while rubbing the sleep from their eyes and muttering curses under their breath.

"Great. Just the way I like to start my day; seeing my owner." One grumbled annoyedly.

David didn't respond but shared the sentiment. The "master" hadn't shown his face since they'd arrived, but his presence was always felt. The magical chains that bound them ensured no direct rebellion could happen, no matter how much they despised him.

"Come on lads, let's get this over with…" the older man said, dragging himself to his feet. "If we don't, Ronan will have us digging ditches by noon. That's not even mentioning what punishment the master might throw at us."