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.

...

Discord: https://discord.gg/bjunEkswQ3

...

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

I pull sharply on the chains in my hand. I'm entirely indifferent to the cries of the slaves attached to them.

They're the leftovers, the ones too pitiful even for the stingiest of buyers.

Their fate tonight is the local decrepit slave stable, a place as foul as they are. The stable is a rentable hellhole, and it's all they will get from me.

Only the truly worthless spend their nights there while they are watched over by soldiers who wield their power with brutal efficiency and cruelty over the slaves' heads.

The good ones, the ones I sell for at least a gold coin can enjoy the confines of my home. Well, its basement at the very least.

Average Slave Merchant Life