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 air is thick, almost suffocating, with the scent of earth, rot, and something else—something magical. It hums with a dark, foreboding energy, like a creature bound by chains it can never break.

"We heard your voice," I call out, my voice low. "Where are you?"

"Quinlan… This entire thing is a living monster." Ayame states worriedly.

'Oh. Oh! What the hell?!' I wasn't aware of the existence of tree-type monsters at all.

"I am the tree itself. I don't have an organ to speak, so I use a form of telepathy." He answers, confirming Ayame's words. It seems he can't understand human speech.

I can only assume that my primordial 'compatible with all races' effect is at play here, somehow letting him understand my words while also allowing me to hear his voice.

"May I see your features without your mask?" He asks.

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