NecroBin

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

Ah. I've made a mistake. How could I not think that she would react like this? It was so obvious.

"Blossom." I say, which stirs Ayame too, who similarly seems to have missed this small detail. Hearing me call the dog-kin's name Ayame turns her head and grimaces upon coming to the same realization I did.

Blossom sits up and listens to me obediently and intently.

"I know the bed might be small for three people, but please do come up. There's enough space for all of us."

She looks at me with uncertainty. I'm a bit hurt that she is still so cautious, but I completely understand what she thinks.

"Don't worry, Blossom. I will sleep between you and him so you can go to rest with peace of mind."

Blossom turns her head to Ayame, whom she scrutinizes for a few seconds before refocusing on me, her eyes filled with worry. "Is it really okay for Blossom to…?"

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