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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"Let me guess; you want to say you won a point as well considering I came too, making the score four to two."

"MM!" The slightest nodding of her head confirmed I was right on the mark.

"Nope, my beloved Seraphiel. The rules didn't say anything about winning points during the other's turn."

"MMM!!" Another round of disapproving sounds emerged from her.

At long last, I decided to grant her the ability to voice her thoughts by rolling off of her onto my back.

"Haah… Haaahhh…" Her chest kept heaving up and down for a short while as she gathered her strength, after which she rolled toward me, landing on her back with her head resting on my biceps.

Instead of beginning to argue with me about the points of our challenge, she stroked her lower abdomen right above where her womb was placed, while eyeing it with a warm, loving gaze. "So this is how having your [Blessed Seed] inside me feels… I have been missing out."

Bedding Seraphiel