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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.

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#ROMANCE
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#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#HAREM
#DARK
#TRANSMIGRATION
#SLICEOFLIFE
#VILLAIN
#ANTIHERO

Blackjack and Specter

"Zehahaha! Look at all this money!" A man with an eyepatch boasted boisterously as he shoved his arm into a chest full of bronze and silver coins and rummaged around in it, salivating and giving himself an erection in the process. He was Blackjack, the leader of the Wraithclaws.

"We depleted a lot of villages of their funds to enrich ourselves, though. We can't expect us to be able to keep this rate of growth up unless we move outside Blackthorn lands… and you know who we would have to contend with there." His second in command and the organization's brains, Specter, murmured to reign Blackjack and his celebration in. The boss was a bit off in the head, so a trusted aide was needed to run the place properly.

Blackjack scoffed frustratedly, "… the Vesper Consortium."