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

I'm not going to lie, I had to do some mental gymnastics to get Robert to listen, but it was successful in the end. With teary eyes, he obediently followed Lucille to the administrative office of the city and officially separated without making a fuss.

It would've been risky to let him go there, as he could cause us problems if he accused us of adultery, that's why I only allowed them to go once I was certain he had no such grandiose plans in his head.

It was a mistake on my end to engage with Lucille a day before her divorce, but things happened. She looked so lonely and sad that I just had to cheer her up.

Somewhere within the Greenvale duchy, seven figures could be spotted sitting around a round table. They were in the middle of nowhere, in a hidden underground facility.

Obsidian Circle