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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 Receive bonus chapters by supporting on Patreon (patreon.com/NecroBin). Bonus chapters will be published weekly, in this manner: $100 = 2 bonus chapters/week $250 = 4 bonus chapters/week $500= 6 bonus chapters/week $1000= 8 Bonus chapters/week ... 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
530 Chs

New Servants

I take a step towards the two squeamish teens, put an index finger under their chins, and raise their heads to force them to look up at my towering forms. They flinch instinctively upon my touch, but through sheer willpower, they don't back away. Nice. At least they have some backbone.

"Do you swear on the Goddess' name, facing the threat of eternal damnation, that you will never act against me or my lovers and other allies as long as you are treated with the respect a servant deserves?" I ask in an authoritative tone.

I'm honestly getting a bit tired of using the Goddess as a form of ensuring the truthfulness of those I don't trust, but what can I do? All citizens revere her at least to a degree, so my method is pretty reliable, especially when dealing with such simple people. I wouldn't trust the word of a noble for example, no matter whose name he swore his words under.