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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.

NecroBin · 奇幻
分數不夠
496 Chs

Epic Revelation 1

"Damn, Boss. I'm so jealous!" Ronan shouted upon seeing the display that welcomed him into my room. Even Iselda's eyes widened significantly.

Two girls with extremely generous curves and mounds were sitting on either of my thighs while turning towards me sideways and giving me kisses all over my face. Ayame stood beside me conservatively, with only putting a palm on my shoulder. We've decided to formally introduce ourselves to our four important servants. Well, as important as two extremely overeager ex-farmhand maids can get.

"Welcome, you four. Please take a seat somewhere in front of us. Grab a chair."

Despite my words Beatrice and Anna settled down onto the ground in the seiza position, with their legs folded beneath them elegantly. They're almost as good at being subservient as Blossom. It might be a real talent of them, as they are very natural at it.