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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.

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 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 don't-" The mediator spoke up with a harsh tone before he was interrupted. "I know, I know. I shouldn't attack our Phenoms. However, as long as he loses and fails to become one…"

The mediator just shrugged his shoulders with disinterest. The fate of losers was of no concern to him.

"Old friend, want to make a bet that he will go back to chatting the sexy merchant girl up instead of checking the competition out or returning to his Heralds?"

Black Fang ignored the slaver woman. She was seriously getting on her nerves.

Once her eyes refocused on the images transmitted by the artifacts, her second disciple who also had the tendency to annoy her greatly, was already in the middle of announcing the results.

Blossom is not a dog!