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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.

NecroBin · 奇幻
分數不夠
398 Chs

Battlefield

- Pov: Blossom -

It wasn't long ago that I was running for my life- and bodily purity.

It had been a close call, too close. The large pack made up of horny werewolves had nearly caught up to me, but before they could claim their prize my objective had been achieved when I brought them to the outpost and the soldiers had arrived just in the nick of time to save my desperate hide. 

The clash of steel hitting fangs and claws and the reverberating sounds of their monstrous roars and shouts of orders gave me all the distraction I needed. As the werewolves were forced to divert their attention to the new threat, I seized the opportunity to slip away, darting into the dense forest foliage and fled as fast as my legs could carry me.