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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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Team Grunt Vs Team Quinlan

Oh, it seems we are quite popular already. 

"The Battle Babe?!" He shouts excitedly and looks at her like she is a tantalizing peace of meat. "Since I'm already neck deep in illegal shit, I might as well make her my slave too! What a good day! And that man's armor will sell for quite a sum as well!"

We don't stop in our tracks as we leisurely stroll towards them. This finally prompts Grunt to get serious as he motions for the two slaves to get ready for confrontation. 

"This is the one and only chance I'm giving you, Quinlan. Be a good little boy like Ian and come with us. Once you sign her contract over to me I will let you go." 

"Oh, I'm sure you will. I will not find myself dead in a ditch or flowing down the river as a corpse at all. Try to at least make it believable, dumbass."