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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"Well then…" I exclaimed while eyeing the beyond-sexy creature in front of me.

"... It's time." Sera finished for me while looking up into my gaze with a smile adorning her features that were a mix of excitement and nervousness.

I decided not to immediately rush to undress, instead, I took her hand in mine and brought her to the seating area. I sat in one of the lush sofas and Seraphiel elected to use my right thigh as her chair. It seemed that she liked to sit in my embrace more with each passing day. Naturally, I had no complaints whatsoever.

I reached for the wine bottle and uncorked it, lifting the item to my nose to take in the aroma. Back on Earth, I was no wine connoisseur; to me, cheap wine often tasted no different from its expensive counterparts. However, becoming a primordial had sharpened my senses, allowing me to appreciate the finer details in life - like the craftsmanship of a well-brewed liquor over the bland uniformity of mass-produced ones.

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