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

"[Tidal Wave]" A wave of water materialized at my command and I sent it over the remnants of my Fireball. It's not ideal to start a wildfire in a giant forest that encompasses hundreds of miles of land.

A man's gotta take care of his environment. Otherwise, my chances of a normal romantic relationship with Seraphiel would also decrease into nothingness I fear. Her heart would shatter if I killed millions of trees and bushes and whatnot.

The body of liquid swept over the remnants of my Fireball, dousing the lingering flames as steam rose in its wake once the heat met the cooling water. The earth, once scorched and blackened, was quickly soaked, with embers sizzling out under the steady pressure of the wave.

The spell's reach wasn't overwhelming- more like a fast-moving stream than a roaring torrent. It was but a basic water spell of my Elemental Sovereign class, after all.

Aftermath