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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.

NecroBin · Fantasia
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396 Chs

Alliance 1

<Are you sure that's an elf and not orc?>

<Master, that's racist. We can be physically imposing too!> Seraphiel chided me with an uncharacteristically energetic tone. 

<Says 5 6 the healer archer elf girl who has a feeble base Strength. You do realize that if you were to lose your levels would pathetically suffer defeat in wrestling match against 13-year-old human farm boy, right? What's more, I'm looking at an party with archers…>

<Okay, I am willing to admit that we might have a predisposition toward specific archetype… Also, I'm woman, not girl. older than all four of your mates combined. You should be calling me an old lady, Lucille.>

Hoh? I couldn't help but notice that my elf was getting more and more sassy with me over the duration of this massacre. A content smile suddenly found itself plastered across my face at the realization. It was a good sign, she was getting comfortable with her master and new team.