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

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That's right, you better take my point, woman.

"Just to be clear, if another man asks for your hand, what do you do?"

"I tell him that I'm not comfortable, that he can screw right off, or that I'm sick, all depending on the situation. If my dearest master's insecurities can bear with it, this lowly one would rather not tell the king to fuck himself. Well, I would absolutely love to, since he played some part in my enslavement, but you get the point. It wouldn't be smart. I will get my revenge in due time."

I put my hand over her shoulder and hug her close. Well, as close as the sleeping beauty in my lap physically allows. I know how much Ayame still suffers, and will continue to suffer, because of the injustice committed against her. "You are absolutely right, the sweet taste of revenge will not elude your lips, Ayame."