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

Aurora wipes her tears. "You are right… We have to grow strong and save them!" She then looks up at me sheepishly, "as for your question, no, I don't want you to replace my father. I… it's very embarrassing to admit… promise you won't laugh?"

She takes a deep breath, collecting her thoughts- and bravery- and begins.

"When I was 8 years old, I unlocked the Alchemist class, which was a great achievement for a child that young, maybe even a record, and my parents thought so too.

They started taking away my toys, refused to play with me at all, and basically treated me like an adult, or a prodigious apprentice working under them, not their small child.

My mother who read me tales or sang lullabies to lull me to sleep instead started reciting elixir recipes to me at night. When I asked her to sing me a song she just started singing about safety protocols… And they weren't even rhyming at all.

Aurora's Tragic Backstory