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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"Haah… Life sure is good." I exhaled the smoke from the expensive cigar with an extreme amount of satisfaction coursing through me. It was the same kind of cigar that Lucille got for me when we had our harem fivesome after I returned from the primordial trial that I had to take to be allowed to level up to 20.

"A bit higher." However, it wasn't my fingers that held the cigar to my lips, but the sexy babe who was sitting in my lap as we enjoyed the pool that was on the balcony, letting us see the morning sun emerge on the horizon as steam from the warm water clashed against the cold air of the early morning.

Seraphiel obediently raised her arms a bit, making it even more convenient for me to puff the cigar without exerting a single iota of effort, allowing me to use my free arms as I wished, which ended up meaning one of my hands was playing with her soft breasts while the other was stroking her sensual thighs as she sat sideways in my embrace.

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