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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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402 Chs

Ian, Grunt and Kai 2

Initially I had a relatively good impression of Kai, but every time he opens his mouth he seems more like a typical macho dude who wants to ascertain his superiority over everyone else.

This also makes me realize the severity of my own hypocrisy; I'm ready to tear Ian into shreds for mistreating Blossom but I couldn't care less about Kai objectifying his slaves and humiliating them in front of the entire guild. I simply can't bring myself to feel much empathy for people I don't care about.

"That just makes Lily better, Big Brother! The fact that she is so unfortunate that she has to spend every night next to an ugly bastard like me and then greet dozens of other smelly men during the day makes me harder than anything in this world!" 

I choke on my lemon cocktail and have a coughing fit. I'm not alone, though. These three are so loud that a lot of other tables are also listening in.