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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We start with the honey cakes and their sticky sweetness instantly begins melting in our mouths. The fruit tarts are next. They're bursting with the flavors of fresh berries and delicate cream. Blossom takes a special liking to the candied nuts, munching on them happily as we move from stall to stall, making sure not to miss a single treat.

As the sun begins to set and the market starts to wind down, we finally find ourselves sitting on a low stone wall, surrounded by the remnants of our feast. Blossom leans against me with her head resting on my shoulder and her tail wagging lazily as she savors the last bite of a caramel-covered apple.

"That was incredible, but I'm officially full..." I say while trying to fight back a burp that threatens to come out.

Blossom giggles, giving her own belly a satisfied pat. "Blossom too. This was one of the best days ever, Master!"

Time To Kit Up