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

The soldier tries to turn his head, to see who's holding him at sword-point, but I press the blade a bit harder against his skin, just enough to nick him, causing a thin line of blood to form on his neck.

"Ah-ah, no turning around for you," I chide, my tone playful but laced with obvious threat. "Let's keep this exchange free of blood, shall we? I've got some questions, and you're going to give me answers. I'm not a murderer, so if I like what I hear, I will only knock you out and let you live." I lie through my teeth as naturally as I breathe.

The soldier gulps, clearly terrified, but nods slightly.

"Good. Now, tell me, how did you end up in this delightful situation? What happened?"

He answers with a shaky voice after swallowing a large lump. "I… I woke up, had breakfast, and started my shift. Everything was normal until my squad-mates and I started getting sick. We… we all ate the same bad food."

Interrogation