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

I stroke my shell-shocked samurai's hair a few times, patting her head gently in the process. After a few seconds she returns to reality finally and growls adorably, "grr! Stop petting me right this instant!"

I chuckle as I raise my arm in surrender and take a step back. Let's not poke the bear any longer. I'm fortunate that she played along this much.

"Alright, Miss 'I will sleep in your embrace tonight', shall we head down to floor 3? We've made the nerds in the line wait long enough." I inquire with a satisfied grin.

All I get in response is a barely veiled threat compressed into a single word, "Quinlan…" Well, the threat more so comes from her icy tone and eyes that are clearly staring sharp daggers into my body and see an alternate reality where I bleed to my death amidst utter agony.

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