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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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Desperate Pleading

I can't help but grunt annoyedly. "Eyes ahead if you want to keep them." I don't like them staring at her… but I bought the gear for her, fully aware that it was going to happen sooner or later. Well, they can stare at her from a distance if they really want. I won't create a scene just for this. When a man's partner begins turning lots of heads while fully knowing that she is completely loyal to him and him only is a great ego booster for sure.

"... Yes!" He replies and instantly snaps her head away.

"Calm down, Quinlan…" Ayame whispers worriedly while holding onto the gauntlet of my armor that has the sealed saber in it. She isn't worried that I would get in trouble, she just doesn't want me to pounce on the innocent kid.

He would have to do more than this to actually make me kill him… This gorgeous girl thinks I'm some cruel brute it seems. "Don't worry about it." I calm her nerves.