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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 · Fantaisie
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494 Chs

Ayame's Inner Thoughts

The beast stumbles due to the sudden and unexpected force, and I seize the moment by dashing forward to unleash a [Vertical Slash] aimed at its neck. The creature instantly feels the danger and envelops itself in a thick casing of ice.

"Foolish…" I murmur with satisfaction while readying to strike again. 

I draw in a deep breath to prepare my sword for a mighty blow to cleave both ice and beast at the same time. 

However, before I could raise my weapon, the frozen Direwolf erupts like a fiery volcano. 

Flames spew outward and I find my hand forced as I must use a charge of my [Flash Step] backward to avoid the explosive attack. I can only do so three times a fight, so every use must bring results.

The beast is relentless and its mastery of elemental magic is evident in its cunning defensive strategy.

This overwhelmingly flashy move must've been pretty draining on its reserves because the wolf stops enveloping its body in lightning.