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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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Iris

An overwhelming, tension-filled silence envelops the room which is broken only by the faint sound of their blades grinding against each other and their strained grunts of effort as the two women conduct a serious power struggle.

Then, suddenly after a sharp intake of breath, Ayame shifts her weight and uses my frame for leverage as she leans onto my back, lifting her feet off the ground and placing them on the stomach of our opponent. With a fierce, shout she kicks out mightily, with so much force that I almost fall face-first onto the blood-soaked wooden floorboards of the barracks.

The force of such a move should have sent the dark-haired woman crashing into the wall, but instead, she barely budged. She only slid back a few steps' worth of distance. 

Her expression is almost nonchalant as she absorbs the impact as if what the two of them had just gone through was just a normal training exercise.