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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.

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484 Chs

Arrival

"[Raijin's Fury: Thunderclap of Destruction!]" Blade calls out and her blade suddenly begins glowing with fierce electric shocks as it becomes imbued with lightning. Sparks dance along the edge of her sword, crackling with dangerous energy that illuminates the battlefield like a second sun.

She can use electric attacks…? Wasn't her class simply Samurai? 

Anyhow, I don't have time to think of such topics. I counter with my own spell. "[Requiem: Rend of the Damned!]" I channel half of my current Health Points into my ultimate attack. 

My sword radiates a deep, crimson glow as the weight of the dark energy begins coursing through the blade, making it feel heavier and deadlier with each second. The very air around us seems to warp with the oppressive aura of my power. Blood-red flames lick at the edges of my weapon, promising devastation.

This is it. One final strike. Our blades are poised to meet, each loaded with enough power to end the other.