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

"Mommy." They said instantly in perfect unison.

I could only chuckle wryly at their overeager antics. "I meant to ask what your actual names are."

"Oh… Luminara." The elf said somewhat dejectedly. She was very clearly sad that I didn't call her with her preferred title.

So the conversing flower beds near the edge were planted by this woman. Malakar warned me that she would 'castrate me' if I stomped on them, so Luminara's antics towards me which were overflowing with motherly tenderness and affection did not match at all what I expected when I imagined her during the man's warning. Instead of this adoring milf, my beautiful Ayame's sadistic grin flashed in my mind while she was busy cutting off the sack and rod of Ian and the old slaver dude who contracted Blossom to me, both of whom were squealing like pigs in a slaughterhouse under her cruel machinations.

"Mearie, son." The human-like primordial revealed.

Luminara and Mearie