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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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Final Stretch Of Operation Fluffy Liberation

I let Blossom indulge in her enthusiastic greeting for a few more minutes as I rest on the wooden floorboards with the fervent dog-kin girl lying on top of me, her warmth a stark contrast to the cold realities that await us outside this little safe haven. Her eyes, bright and overly trusting, remind me that tonight will be the final hurdle of Operation Fluffy Liberation, after which this wonderful person will legally be mine. She won't have to worry constantly about a rogue spell detecting her ownerless status and becoming hunted.

After a few minutes of affectionate play, I disentangle myself from Blossom's embrace. We stand, brushing ourselves off and exchanging knowing glances. I meet Ayame's gaze and I see a plethora of unarticulated emotions hiding in there.