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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 raised an eyebrow at her with a playful smirk tugging at my lips. "Disrespectful, huh? But trespassing isn't?"

Aurora puffed up her cheeks as if getting ready to retort, but before she could Lucille chimed in with a calm, teasing tone. "You know, she isn't wrong…" Lucille said from behind, standing just outside the bath, having undressed herself as well, though she wrapped herself in a towel before I could also check her birthday suit out. She leaned against one of the wooden pillars with a sly smile playing on her lips. "You can't just dump a bucket of water on yourself and call it a proper pre-bath rinsing."

The two of them were united in their judgment, and I could feel a playful ganging-up vibe. I sighed dramatically, rolling my eyes but letting Aurora pull me toward one of the stone benches that lined the bath.

"Alright, alright, if it's such a crime to not scrub down, I'll allow it." I sat down and raised my arms in mock surrender.

Unlawful Divorce 1