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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

Third Floor 2

The kobold hisses and takes a defensive stance due to my approach. 

I decide to engage it first. I don't know what they're capable of, and at the end of the day, I'm still just a spearman. I'm not exactly the king of ranged combat.

Just as I close the distance, the slime on its shoulder launches a small rock at me. I twist my body to dodge the projectile, but it catches me off guard with its rapid speed. 

The kobold uses this momentary distraction to slash at my side. My armor absorbs all of the impact, letting me appreciate the painful amount of coins I spent on it.

"Why is a slime so good at spitting rocks, though?!" I mutter, stepping back to reassess the situation and my best course of action.

The firefly buzzes around erratically before its light begins growing brighter. 

Suddenly, it releases a blinding flash.