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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"You shall know no purpose in life other than to further my agenda. By day, you will work tirelessly for my cause. By night, you will work to satisfy my subordinates."

"… What?!" The two gasped with utter shock permeating through every fiber of their beings. They simply couldn't believe their ears.

"This has to be a joke, right?" Vivienne asked with disbelief.

"Do I look like a man who told a joke?" He asked firmly.

"You're so hot…" Lucille purred while she eyed her man declare the sentences of two of the most privileged women of the kingdom.

"You-you-you can't do this!" Amara shouted with bewilderment evident in her high-pitched tone.

"I can, and so I shall." The man stated in a low tone, before turning toward the door. "Ronan, come in."

Dutiful Ronan