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

The kobold hisses and takes a defensive stance. I decide to engage it first, lunging forward with my spear. Just as I close the distance, the slime on its shoulder launches a small rock at me. I twist my body, dodging the projectile, but it catches me off guard with the rapid speed of the projectile. The kobold uses this momentary distraction to slash at my side. My armor absorbs most of the impact, but I can feel the force behind the blow.

"Why is a slime so good at spitting rocks, though?!" I mutter, stepping back to reassess the situation and my best course of action.

The firefly buzzes around erratically, its light growing brighter. Suddenly, it releases a blinding flash. I instinctively close my eyes and raise my arm to shield myself, but the brilliance still leaves me momentarily dazzled. I hear the kobold rushing in and manage to parry its attack at the last second, feeling the scrape of its blade against my spear.

Third Floor 2