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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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"Hmm. Much better than I expected. 1 gold and 73 silver coins," Ayame says as she counts the loot from the old slavers' hidden stash alongside me.

"I suppose so. Since they sold a lot of their slaves for at least a gold coin each, I hoped to see more cash in their stash, but it seems they kept most of their wealth tied up in their merchandise, running a tight margin." This haul has made me the richest I've ever been since my transmigration, so I really should stop bitching. We are seeing real wealth in front of our eyes.

Ayame glares at me with a mix of hurt and anger. "Don't call them merchandise."

"Sincere apologies, that was very insensitive of me." I hurry to correct my rude remark.

She sighs, "it's fine, in the end that's the legal term. I just really don't like it."

"Which is completely understandable."