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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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484 Chs

Third Floor 1

I stroke my shell-shocked samurai's hair a few times, patting her head gently in the process. After a few seconds, she returns to reality at long last and growls adorably, "grr! Stop petting me right this instant!"

I chuckle as I raise my arm in surrender and take a step back. Let's not poke the bear any longer. I'm fortunate that she played along this much.

"Alright, Miss 'I will sleep in your embrace tonight', shall we head down to floor 3? We've made the nerds in the line wait long enough." I inquire with a satisfied grin.

All I get in response is a barely veiled threat compressed into a single word, "Quinlan…" Well, the threat more so comes from her icy tone and eyes that are clearly staring sharp daggers into my body and see an alternate reality where I bleed to my death amidst utter agony.