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

I've heard stories, of course, but I thought those were tales drawn up by men boasting and lying about their achievements... But I'm seeing the evidence of their reality in person... I've tried the act of pleasure with my middle finger before, in the privacy of my own room, and while it felt pretty good, it was nothing like this. I've never felt anything so powerful that it would leave me in such a... ridiculous state.

My eyes dart back to the man, and I'm suddenly very aware of the reason why she's like that. I can see his dangling, girthy manhood dangling between his legs even with his back turned to me, and I swallow hard as the realization dawns on me. There's no way my dainty fingers could ever compare to that... that... monster.

Don’t Forget To Close The Door On Your Way Out