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

"Come, Blossom. There was a promise made between the two of us that I have yet to fulfill."

"Hmm?" Blossom looks at me with a puzzled expression before her eyes widen and her ears twitch vividly. "Master!" She yells happily and jumps into my lap with much more energy than she should rightfully have in her reserves.

That's right, I promised to let her sleep in my embrace in exchange for standing guard last night. It was a rather cruel command for a girl who was ravaged senseless by me the night before, so I have a bit of a guilt present in my system, and the only possible way to make it leave is to cuddle my adorable companion into her peaceful slumber.

Blossom quickly falls asleep once she settles into a cozy position in my embrace. I let her rest her head on my shoulders while supporting her back with my arm for an ideal posture- as ideal as it can on a moving carriage, at least.

Jealousy