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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Discord: https://discord.gg/bjunEkswQ3
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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.

<Let's just hope they don't go into heat from sniffing Mister Primordial Breeding Physique over here…> Seraphiel murmured coyly.


<They're not weird like Seraphiel and Sylvaris; they won't fall for Blossom's mate! In dog-kin culture, sharing a husband with one's family is heavily frowned upon!> I somewhat doubted the validity of Blossom's source. Natalie left her tribe when Blossom was in her womb, so her source of information could only be her mother because Poppy should only be two years older, so she shouldn't know such details about dog-kin culture. As for Natalie broaching such a topic, well, it sounded dubious at best.


<Hey, don't badmouth my mother. She didn't fall for Quin; it's me who's trying to get her consent to receive his [Blessed Seed] into her womb.>


Seraphiel was spouting some truly questionable lines, but that was nothing new for us. The same couldn't be said about Iris, whose head snapped back in our direction mid-jump.


Chapter 564 - My Request