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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 · Fantasi
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464 Chs

Birthday [Bonus]

However, Iris' childhood was truly cursed, evidenced by the next event in her life which saw Gilbert approaching her cell with a tray of warm food and a jovial smile plastered across his evil features.

"~Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…~" He began singing merrily as he made some dance moves. "Happy thirteenth birthday, my daughter. You're a teenager now! Let's celebrate this occasion by skipping today's lectures." Gilbert stated as he placed a plate into her cell.

Instead of a cake, it was filled with meat and rice. He brought a chair to place it facing her cell and plopped down on it, then began happily eating from the second plate which was filled with the same meal.

Iris didn't know where to place this strange occurrence. Thus far, she'd never been served warm meals by this horrible man.