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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. Follow Quinlan's journey as he grows in strength, amasses wealth, fights to the death, and meets lovely ladies. ... Discord: https://discord.gg/bjunEkswQ3 ... Disclaimer: I'd received a few harsh complaints from some readers that my MC is not a real villain, and I have to agree; if you're looking for some complete psycho MC who burns random farmer villages down just for fun then don't read. The MC is a ruthless man who does evil things from time to time, but only to his enemies or those he considers to be true scum. He gains no joy from tormenting strangers. Also don't read if you want a story about buying s*x slaves and r*ping them, that doesn't happen in this novel. He will treat the women he wants to be with as if they were normal people, whether they're slaves or not.

NecroBin · Fantasia
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464 Chs

Cedric Is A Smart Lad

Iris spoke up next to my surprise. "I'm Wrath, a sword user." That was all she said. She was the only other person besides us and Ambition's team who veiled herself in order to remain anonymous, so she was also using an alias to go along with it.

The muscular woman slammed her hands on the desk and then stood. "Good! I agree with you, Devil. I'm Gragan, I'm a bit stupid but I can dish out lots of damage and take even more, so leave the frontline duties to me!" She finished her boisterous statement by flexing both of her biceps, but due to her wearing heavy armor not much could be seen, further supporting her earlier claims about not being the brightest tool in the shed.

"My name is Abudha, I have the Monk class." If I'm not wrong in my RPG knowledge, then that means he is a brawler-type fighter who uses his fists to dish out hurt and also has some self-sustaining or tanky elements to himself.