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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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Intermission 4

"Sure-sure. Ready to start the day? We've made good progress yesterday. Master said they might not be back for a few weeks, so it would be great to get at least the first building up to a liveable condition. We could then get proper beds and sleep in there instead of the tents too, which would further boost morale."

"Sure, let's begin." She nodded.

Iselda as a lady would take longer to get ready, and as a certified gentleman Ronan would naturally give her the space she needed, so he stepped outside. However, a strange sight welcomed him.

Much to his surprise, one of the labor slaves was already hard at work, hauling building materials from the storage unit to where they were laying the foundations for the servant/slave quarters.

Ronan recognized him easily. After all, he knew all his subordinates by name. He was an eccentric man but his leadership skills were right on the money. He was a charismatic guy who the labor slaves wanted to get along with.