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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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396 Chs

Deadly Showdown

I can't remain weak any longer! It's extremely shameful and painful to leave Ayame here while fighting in my stead. I make a silent vow that this is the final day where I'm a liability to those around me instead of a strong supporting pillar. 

I simply refuse to remain weak!

My samurai decides to speak up; "what, you thought you are the main character of a novel and I'm your sidekick who will become obsolete in a few dozen chapters or something? I would rather slit my own throat than be a useless damsel in distress, so stop patronizing me already. We each have our own roles to fulfill and fights to fight, and this is mine. Focus on your part, do the things you can do."

Before I can reply Iris speaks up in a cold tone, "done with your little tactical discussion? Oh, and for the record, I'm not letting your boytoy leave either. Also, I must thank you for letting me get ready, you bunch of amateurs."