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

"Damn…" I can't help but exclaim. The contrast her bright blonde hair creates when being next to my pitch-black one is truly spectacular. She might have some real fashion sense because it's absolutely amazing on her. It looks modern and trendy, something I can imagine being shown around in 21st century Earth, though, probably not with one's real discarded hair.

"Blossom… You are one dedicated woman." Ayame couldn't help but voice her thoughts. Indeed, she was also in the room, working on her own weapon's care.

"Of course she is! She loves Master!"

"Come, I wanna touch it." I instructed, and she obediently plopped back into my lap, though this time her back was towards me and she purposefully kept her body a short distance away so that I could touch her hair comfortably.

Dedicated Woman 2