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.

Follow Quinlan's journey as he grows in strength, amasses wealth, fights to the death, and meets lovely ladies.

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Disclaimer: I'd received a few harsh complaints from some readers that my MC is not a real villain, and I have to agree; if you're looking for some complete psycho MC who burns random farmer villages down just for fun then don't read. 

The MC is a ruthless man who does evil things from time to time, but only to his enemies or those he considers to be true scum. He gains no joy from tormenting strangers.

Also don't read if you want a story about buying s*x slaves and r*ping them, that doesn't happen in this novel. He will treat the women he wants to be with as if they were normal people, whether they're slaves or not.

Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

We wake up the next morning feeling rested and energetic. I hear Blossom's cute snores and see that my chest is covered in drool. She's still snuggling onto me, refusing to let go as if her life depended on it. I let the ladies sleep for another 30 minutes while relaxing in bed and enjoying the endearing moment.

When it's finally time to get up, I gently disentangle myself from Blossom's firm grasp. She stirs and very reluctantly lets go of me. After dressing, Ayame and I head downstairs to visit Martha, the innkeeper's wife. We ask her to wash all of our clothes, including Blossom's. Martha agrees without asking for extra pay, and I find myself liking these two people more and more.

If there's a quick way to earn your way into my heart, that method is definitely giving me freebies.

You Are A Bad Girl