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

"Oh, that's because of my one-time use artifact. When I heard your lady's loud cries I thought I found the orc hideout and activated a rather expensive trinket that enveloped me in a silent spell for two minutes. I didn't want them to be ready for my arrival by holding their captives hostage at knife-point and such."

Oh. That explanation sounds rather reasonable. I glance towards Ayame, asking for confirmation. She is the only one that actually knows how magically imbued items work amongst the three of us.

A simple nod of her head ascertains me that she could be telling the truth. I can feel that the newcomer harbors no ill will, at least for now, so I quickly decide to get dressed. I'm still buck-naked, after all.

Furthermore, if she is a real mithril ranked adventurer then even if we work together I don't think we have much of a chance at beating her, no matter how ridiculous that statement sounds based on her rather comical appearance.

Deal