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

As I led the 'mother-daughter' pair to the next room, namely Aurora's lab, I glanced back at them only to see hands being held together as both women glanced in my direction nervously. They were adorably seeking comfort in each other's warmth. The alcohol from the game was still in their system, so I truly don't know how far this will go, but I'm not going to be shy, that's for certain. They're not the only ones that are intoxicated.

Once inside I closed the door behind us. "What have you done with my inn?!" Lucille yelped as she glanced around. Yeah, with each passing day, Aurora's dwelling was less of an inn room and more of an actual lab.

"It was absolutely necessary." I informed her confidently, to which she scoffed, "necessary how?!", but that part was ignored by both me and my platinum-haired beauty.

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