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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. "Oh, so you are a warrior who is looking for a master that strives to become the strongest? You found him." "Wait, you are an assassin with an amazing, rare class who has a cruel master? Let me help you have a change of ownership..." "I know that you might not be a slave, but one of my classes is 'Slave Master', which would make you stronger should you become one... So how about it?" Follow Quinlan's journey as he grows in strength, amasses wealth, fights to the death, and meets lovely ladies.

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Deal 1

"Who are you to-" the guy began but was cut off by Selene.

"All of you, take 50 steps back. Masked man, do the same for your subordinates, then we can talk."

"Lady Selene..!" Many protested his but were shut down fiercely.

"Your father owes my family quite a lot of debt, no? Listen to me or we'll come knock on your doors as soon as the Trials are over."

Similar threats played out until the mob listened. I did the same for my team, just with much less back and forth. Ambition as the other leader stayed with me, while the rest backed 50 steps.

"You're kinda familiar." The warrior guy muttered under his breath while glancing at me.

"Cedric, baby, he's the guy we met at the shabby arms shop."

Cedric thought inwardly for a moment while stroking his chin, then shook his head. "I don't remember at all."