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

Broderick lets out a joyous laugh, but it's quickly smothered as he's engulfed by his two massive wives. They lift him slightly off the ground, their hefty forms practically burying him under layers of soft, affectionate flesh.

"My beautiful belles!" Broderick manages to bellow, though his voice is muffled by the overwhelming display of affection.

Blossom's tail stiffens, her ears flattening against her head as she watches the scene unfold. "Is… is this normal?" she whispers, her eyes wide with confusion.

"Wives welcoming their husband who has come back from a dangerous mission? Yes. This sight we are currently witnessing? No." I mutter back, though the unease in my voice is undeniable. The sheer enthusiasm with which Broderick's wives have latched onto him is both impressive and terrifying. I would've been long dead in his place. If not from the damage taken, then from mental shock.

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