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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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410 Chs

Intruders 1

Our night drags on for hours, a tedious cycle of exhaustion and verbal sparring. The slaves, having been thoroughly used, lie scattered around the room in a state of listless rest, while Julia and I continue our by-now traditional nightly arguments. Each word exchanged is laced with bitterness as we debate why we are so miserable and who shoulders the blame.

Suddenly, a loud noise interrupts our routine- a shout followed by a heavy thud from outside. I sit up, annoyed. I need to get more reliable guards, but my margins are tight and there's no use crying over spilled milk. The door to the master bedroom bursts open, splintering against the wall as two figures step into the room. The sight sends a shiver down my spine and I yelp out loud in alarm.