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

Before Katie could even process the horror, the arrow continued in its path of cruel destruction, piercing straight through the second combatant's head who was standing straight behind the first one with the same lethal force. Her friend's headless body crumpled to the ground lifelessly.

Blood spattered across Katie's face. She didn't even have time to scream.

"These people are far too weak, Master." The archer commented nonchalantly, with some disappointment evident in her tone.

"Well, you're level 18 after all, and you put in a lot of mana into that shot. I gotta say, that double kill was epic! Good job, Solace." The man spoke up while clapping his hands together jovially while trying to cheer the slightly dejected woman up.

"Level 18?!" Katie shrieked. "Don't you know that your Heralds have to be weaker than you?!"

Solace merely scoffed; "Master has more XP than me."

Massacre 2 [Bonus]