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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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However, while the humans were organizing themselves, the monsters weren't sitting idly either. 

A piercing, feminine cry erupts through the battlefield, forcing the weaker soldiers to loosen their bladders to an embarrassing degree. Hmph! Cowards… Master would never piss himself no matter the gravity of the situation! I declare proudly. 

The werewolf females who had been fiercely arguing with their mates, have now shifted their focus entirely. A group of five women surround the lifeless body of a large male werewolf with fur bristling and eyes filled with tears. "Garrek…" They whisper his name in unison. He had been one of the stronger fighters from what I can remember.

He was definitely high-level, as a monster's size relative to other members of its species depends largely on their level. To put it simply, a giant werewolf is high-leveled, and a small one is low.