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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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Ian, Grunt and Kai 1

"Kekeke! Told you to stop sleeping in the brothel like a complete wastrel, fatty." The poor but muscular one mocks Ian.

"Brother Grunt, I told you many times! This stupid slave makes no money!" He says while pointing dismissively behind him with a finger.

"Hahaha! I can't believe you still bring this stupid excuse up. She alone is making more money than I do, and I adventure together with my two slaves. You just drink and fuck all the coins away as soon as you get your grubby, greasy fingers on them! If you are interested, I'm still down to trade these two for her! I will even add in an extra gold coin!" Grunt replies. The two ladies behind him lose their composure for a few short moments as they grimace. 

I can't decide if it's because they are being treated as tradable merchandise or because they imagined the not-so-alluring prospect of serving Ian.