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.

It was time for me to make history, and to do so, I had to start with a spell of mine I hadn't cast ever since I got it: [Overlord's Sacrifice].


I reached behind my back and grabbed the arrow etched into me. With a pained hiss, I pulled it free, greatly damaging my body in the process. Then, I activated [Master's Link].


<Vivienne, Amara, I hope you've been doing well,> I said to the Greenvale twins.


<L-L-L-Lord Quinlan?!> Amara cried, she sounded like she almost had a heart attack.


<We've been working diligently!> Vivienne quickly added. <But even with us wailing in Father's bed every night, he is on the fence about going to war with the Consortium…>


<Well, I have some ammunition for you wonderful ladies. I suggest you sit down and grit your teeth.>


Chapter 659 - Overlord's Sacrifice