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

"Yes, actual night dresses, not a desperate prostitute's attire who is about to go homeless so she must attract any and all kinds of customers!" She yells.

I can't help but laugh heartily at her analogy. "Come on, it's not that bad at all. You're blowing things out of proportion. You should see Blossom's. Furthermore, your only 'customer' will be me, so there's no need to be embarrassed. You've already shown your body off to me in nothing but bandages, after all. Also, this is the request I was talking about during the feast."

She scans the cloth for a good minute, then stomps her feet on the ground cutely. "Argh! Alright! Just this once, but don't you dare get touchy!"

Ayame quickly shoves me out of the door to change in peace. Once I'm finally allowed back in, a good ten minutes had passed, but… The wait was so incredibly worth it.

What welcomes me is a sight I will never be able to forget.

Night With Ayame 2