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

It seems this girl loves to multi-task in this weird way. She is both borderline furious at me while kissing me with so much love being evident in her entire body at the same time. What a peculiar creature.

I can't help but smile wryly. <Well… I'm very happy with my three divinely beautiful women.>

<Hmm… A very diplomatic answer. You didn't deny anything yet did a good job of alleviating my worries. That is if I were Aurora or Blossom. Sadly you failed, for I see right through you.>

<It was worth a try.> I sighed, not seeing a reason to lie when I could feel it in the force that there would be more girls that I fall for in the future.

Just as our tongue's emotional dance session intensified once again, I could hear loud steps. <You might wanna cease your actions and get off.> I informed Ayame.

She didn't respond verbally, only tightened her hug around my neck.

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