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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"I can't believe this!" she whined and I couldn't help but note that her voice was adorably high-pitched. "My mother-in-law betrayed me!"

"What horrible mother would take the side of their daughter-in-law over their son's?"

"Grr…" She growled her dissatisfaction, but any such sound soon transformed into cute yelps as both of my hands found themselves stroking her feet.

I moved to trace slow, teasing circles along the soft, flawless soles of her feet. The sharp sounds that escaped her lips and the way her back arched told me everything I needed to know - she was far more sensitive than even I had anticipated.

Naturally, I had no plans to stop. My thumbs pressed into her delicate spots, kneading with just the right amount of firmness to send shocks of sensation coursing through her body.

No Fair Play in War