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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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Reunited

On the other hand, I was overjoyed to see that us being masked caused no issues. We were told that we could remain anonymous if we were accepted as Phenom and his Heralds, but it's good to see actual signs that it's not just fancy words but the actual truth.

As we stepped past the gate, the full scope of the outpost came into view. It was much larger than I'd initially thought, a sprawling collection of buildings that stretched far beyond the fields of psychedelic plants. The outpost was designed like a small, self-contained town, with narrow dirt roads cutting through rows of structures, each with its own purpose. There was no sign of civilians here- only Consortium workers, guards, and the like.