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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. 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 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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644 Chs
#ROMANCE
#SYSTEM
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#HAREM
#DARK
#TRANSMIGRATION
#SLICEOFLIFE
#VILLAIN
#ANTIHERO
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Summons

One of the best examples of my aforementioned need for personal skill besides levels is the fact that I no longer needed to use hand signals to cast my spells. 

I swung my saber swiftly in long arcs as if I were the conductor of an orchestra while channeling mana into my summoning spells. The ground beneath me trembled as I uttered the incantation for the first of my class' summonable creations. "[Stone Sentinel]"

The earth itself obeyed my call. The ground trembled and then outright shattered apart as massive slabs of rock rose and formed into the hulking shape of an earth golem. Its featureless face turned toward the advancing group of enemies while its massive fists clenched with a sound like grinding stones. Standing at five meters (16'4) tall, the Stone Sentinel exuded an aura of raw power. It was a walking fortress ready to crush anyone foolish enough to come close.