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.

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 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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The war troll's body was still smoldered with patches of skin hanging in grotesque tatters, but it rose to its feet as its eyes burned with fury.

The monster was ready to give the pain back while it was regenerating the damage it sustained with every passing second.

Meanwhile, seven heads were watching the display from their hidden observer room.

"Bouncing Flames… Isn't that a Pyromancer specialty?" The army head asked with wide-open eyes.

"It's an intermediate-level spell. He must've graduated from being a simple Wizard-classed person since we last saw him." The intelligence head surmized his thoughts.

"Didn't you hear? He said that he lied. He must've been holding back all this while…" The slaver woman murmured while eyeing her colleague who somehow knew it all along, just based on her supernatural guts or something. Even Black Fang couldn't explain why she thought so when they asked her previously. Her thoughts were not based on logic.

Elemental Sovereign