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

Julia turns her head to glare at me with silent fury. If she thinks I will take her side instead of trying to save my own hide she is awfully misguided.

"Well, Julia, are you also a Slave Merchant who has the [Slave Contract] spell?" He inquires.

She refuses to answer and instead darts her gaze between him and me, clearly scheming something.

The man refuses to entertain her though, as he parts his fingers, placing his index finger on one side of Julia's chin and his thumb on the other with his hand resting firmly beneath her jaw. With a slight lift of his hand he forces her to meet his gaze. The action is smooth and confident, a masculine display of power that leaves no room for defiance. His eyes lock onto hers with a commanding intensity, exuding a sense of control that makes it clear beyond a doubt that he is the one in charge here.

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