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 swing the saber again, trying to replicate what I think are decent moves. It's still very awkward, but each attempt feels a bit more natural. I can feel the weight of the blade, the tension in my muscles as I guide it through the air. It's a start…

"... Let's see what you're made of." I say to myself, letting the blade rest in its sheath.

Just then, there's a knock on the door of my changing room. The sound startles me out of my thoughts, and I quickly turn toward it.

"Master Quinlan?" comes a voice from the other side. It's one of the servants, likely here to lead me to the training room.

The door opens, and a young servant steps inside, bowing politely before speaking. "The training room is ready, Master Quinlan. If you would please follow me."

Mockery