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

Indeed, during my first night here, I fucked Blossom into the bed as hard as if the world was about to end, and in the process soaked the sheets quite magnificently. According to the wife it was the husband who was desperately trying to clean it out back then.

Before he can finish his sentence I approach his desk and tower over his average at best height. "You were saying? I was too far and didn't hear you well enough." I ask with an 'encouraging' smile.

He gulps nervously and begins visibly sweating, while failing to maintain eye contact with me. "... No-nothing. I was asking if there's something I can help you with."

"Good. You shouldn't bark at the wrong tree, good man. I want room service with the most luxurious meals you can prepare, and make it enough for twenty servings. Make sure there's a great variety between the meals. Soups, meats, fishes, salads, deserts, everything. Can you do that?"

Presents