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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

Blossom kneels before me, her head bowed so low that it rests atop her arms, which are folded under her forehead on the ground. The soft candlelight glows against her golden skin, highlighting the delicate curve of her back as she sinks further into the kowtow. Her naked breasts press against the floor, the smooth skin catching the light, and with each breath, they jiggle slightly, in a soft, borderline hypnotic motion.

Her entire existence is the embodiment of subservience. Every line of her body speaks of devotion, from the arch of her back to the way her thighs press together. Blossom is offering herself completely, with an earnestness that's both humbling and exhilarating at the same time.

"Master," she begins, her voice soft yet filled with emotion. "Blossom is grateful for the chance to serve you." The sincerity in her words touches something deep within me. I might've told her to do this, but she is clearly not just playing along; she really feels as she says.

Blossom greets Quinlan Junior!