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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.

"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.

Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

I stretch lazily as the events of the past few days flicker through my mind one after the other.

I turn to see Ayame already awake, sitting by the window. Her sword rests on her shoulder, cradled gently against her body as she leans against the windowsill. Her figure is lit up by the morning light, creating a calm aura as she peacefully gazes at the sunrise. It's such a lovely and tranquil sight, evoking the masterful images that can only be found in paintings. I strongly desire to have a camera to seize this flawless moment.

She reminds me of Guts from a certain manga series when he was sitting in the windowsill under the starry night sky, though thankfully Ayame is not in such a bad physical shape, and it's not night time currently, but the serene atmosphere is quite similar nonetheless. Both of them have been through some serious shit.

I stare at her, utterly mesmerized, for a few seconds before I snap back to reality.

Storage Ring