webnovel

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 · แฟนตาซี
Not enough ratings
484 Chs

Fin

I sigh. 

It is what it is.

He could've just asked me for the direction of our hidden stash, but I guess he is a Thief? Maybe the class doesn't get levels if he is given the loot instead of finding it himself. But if he has that class, how is he so domineeringly strong? I didn't think a Thief would have such high level as that is not a combat class...

I shrug my shoulders. It's not my concern. Instead I spend the time watching the still bleeding corpse of my once beloved wife and try to rub one out for old times sake, but I'm told I will be handless if I stroke it once more by the overly rude girl. She really could be more understanding to a man who is about to be executed… Or whatever sinister plan they harbor towards a poor old man such as myself.