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

No Chapter on November 22

<p>Blood splattered across his face, but he didn't even flinch- his eyes were hungry for more. His soul was already consumed by the madness of the slaughter. He turned to face his next victim, but before he could lift his hammer, a spear pierced his throat from behind with the tip bursting out of his neck in a spray of blood. He fell forward, gurgling and desperately trying to obstruct his lifeblood from spilling out beneath him. </p>

<p>On the far side, a group of fighters clashed in a frenzy. A woman whose face contorted in rage drove her dagger into a man's chest, twisting it cruelly before pulling it free, leaving a gaping hole in her wake. The man dropped to his knees while desperately gasping for air but the woman didn't stop. She kicked him over and raised her blade high before plunging it into his back repeatedly, each thrust accompanied by a savage scream of the effort she expanded.</p>

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