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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 Receive bonus chapters by supporting on Patreon (patreon.com/NecroBin). Bonus chapters will be published weekly, in this manner: $100 = 2 bonus chapters/week $250 = 4 bonus chapters/week $500= 6 bonus chapters/week $1000= 8 Bonus chapters/week ... 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 · Fantaisie
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530 Chs

Aftermath

- Pov: Quinlan -

"[Tidal Wave]" A wave of water materialized at my command and I sent it over the remnants of my Fireball. It's not ideal to start a wildfire in a giant forest that encompasses hundreds of miles of land.

A man's gotta take care of his environment. Otherwise, my chances of a normal romantic relationship with Seraphiel would also decrease into nothingness I fear. Her heart would shatter if I killed millions of trees and bushes and whatnot.

The body of liquid swept over the remnants of my Fireball, dousing the lingering flames as steam rose in its wake once the heat met the cooling water. The earth, once scorched and blackened, was quickly soaked, with embers sizzling out under the steady pressure of the wave.

The spell's reach wasn't overwhelming- more like a fast-moving stream than a roaring torrent. It was but a basic water spell of my Elemental Sovereign class, after all.