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

"Luna, what are you-" I start, but it's too late. She's already taken a huge bite, her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk as she savors the sweetness.

"Mmm, this is amazing!" she mumbles through a mouthful of cake, her tail wagging excitedly behind her. I grimace as she reaches for more, piling her plate high with a mountain of greasy, sugary food.

Wait! I know! This fat-fetishist fucker is trying to fatten my women up!!!

Ayame is clearly aware of just how many calories are sitting on the table in front of her, but my adorable dog-kin has no idea of such concepts and is unaware of the fact that she is consuming an entire dinner's worth of calories with every bite she takes.

She has fallen for his evil machinations! Now that I let her take a bite of the obviously delicious desert, I will either be a cruel master-lover who takes her food away or let her addiction grow!

Broderick's Evil Scheme