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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Seraphiel was still comfortably seated in my embrace, so her mother was within arm's reach. She reached out and gently lifted her mother's head from the ground.

"Mom, don't do this. You shouldn't be so submissive toward your future husband, it sets a bad precedent. This cocky guy will take advantage of it for sure."

"Uhh… What do you mean?" I asked apprehensively. My sexy healer was known to utter some truly insane lines, and I felt like the next one was coming up right about now.

"My mother is very young, not even 300 years old, but that only means she will die slowly. She is the second most important person in my life, I don't want to lose her."

"I'm only the second?!" Sylvaris demanded with disbelief as she straightened herself from her genuflecting posture.

Seraphiel Vaelorith! Behave yourself!