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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

Average Slave Merchant Life

I pull sharply on the chains in my hand, indifferent to the cries of the slaves attached to them. They're the leftovers, the ones too pitiful even for the stingiest of buyers. Their fate tonight is the local decrepit slave stable, a place as foul as they are. The stable is a rent-able hellhole, and it's all they will get from me. Only the truly worthless spend their nights there, watched over by soldiers who wield their power with brutal efficiency and cruelty over the slaves' heads.

The good ones, the ones I sell for at least a gold coin can enjoy the confines of my home. Well, its basement at the very least.