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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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372 Chs

Massacre 1 [Bonus]

The dog-kin however suddenly spoke up, engaging in conversation for the first time. "Hehehe! Ghost loves the reaction, but shouldn't you know already? Ghost is Master's loyal pawn, which means that she is just a side attraction. She's nothing more than that. Thus she can't help but wonder; why is everyone so focused on her like she's the final boss of a labyrinth when she's just an underling?"

"… Huh?" Katie exclaimed with great shock. Then her brain soon began working. 'That's right! Shit! There were more…!" 

Katie wasn't a stupid woman, in fact, she was highly intelligent for a simple, low-ranked adventurer, but Ghost's cruel presence was so overwhelming that they all forgot that she had allies.

Before the longsword wielder could glance to the side to check, another voice spoke up. This one was just as sinister as Ghost's, but much deeper, meaner. "Kekeke… Well said, Ghost. You ladies wanted a boytoy, right? Here I am, let us play then."