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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
Peringkat tidak cukup
496 Chs

Farewell

Iris was already depressed since Damian's untimely death, but I feared what was going to happen in the future if she continued spiraling downward in such a way, and I also dreaded the pain I would have to experience, endure, and overcome to pass this test.

I was already struggling mightily yet she wasn't even three years old.

"I don't know… my beloved daughter…" Venrice mouthed her dry reply after a few seconds of silence.

Iris gritted her teeth upon seeing her mother's sad state.

"Rest in peace… I love you so much…" The little girl cried as she stood slouched over her mother's grave.

It took less than a year and a half of this way of life to kill the kind but weak woman. One slightly more than what was considered reasonable aggression had done her in. She died at the hands of a random merchant who choked her too hard.

Grief. 

So much grief.