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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.

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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.

Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

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I patiently wait for as long as she needs, all the while eyeing the squirming, begging, sobbing, wailing shell of a man from the side of my eye.

Whoever concocted these drugs deserves to have it shoved down their throats, up their asses,- or however it's meant to be ingested.

In a few minutes she calms down and with a trembling body detaches herself from me, after which she stumbles towards the door.

I stare at the man for a moment while raising my hand, aiming at him. "Any last words?"

In a strange turn of events, he gains some clarity and focuses on me. He opens his arms wide apart, inviting any harm I might wish to dish out, and looks me in the eyes. "Take care of them… Please."

"I will protect them. May you rest in peace."

"Thank you... Thank you..." He mouths his gratitude amidst great sorrow.

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