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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

We Are Getting That Wizard Potion

I try to strike back, but the wolf summons a wall of ice between us. I smash through it with my spear, only for me to be met with another icicle barrage. 

I barely manage to dodge to the side and I can feel the frost biting at my skin. The wolf snarls and charges again. I'm forced to realize that I have to change my approach.

I take a deep breath and focus. 

I need to be smarter about this. 

The Frostbite Wolf has a very predictable pattern that I can easily exploit.

I wait for it to rear back and summon another ice spike, then dodge to the side and thrust my spear into its exposed flank. 

The wolf yelps, and I press the advantage, twisting the spear to maximize the damage.

The wolf tries to retaliate with another icy breath, but I'm ready this time.

I roll under the frost and come up behind it, driving my spear into its back. The wolf howls in agony, and I can see its movements slowing.