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

We exchanged a handshake, then were asked to take a seat in the plush sofa opposite of them. I gotta say, whoever made them was a master at their profession. I don't even want to ask how much they cost, because I know I would get a headache.

"So how do you find our haul?" Ayame asked, looking to get things rolling.

Jack is the one to respond once again. "Very good. You will definitely walk out of these doors satisfied, however, the two of us would like to have a little chat with you beforehand."

"How much do you know about the current situation?"

Ayame and I exchange a glance, then ask for clarification.

Golden Deal