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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"Oh." A wide smile erupted on her features when her gaze landed on the woman in my arms. I didn't need to explain myself to her - understanding shined in her intelligent eyes.

"Your wives told me I should expect my daughter to, and I quote, 'get ravaged', but I didn't dare expect such an outcome… She looks like she just came back from a gruesome death battle that lasted many hours."

"Moooom! That's exactly what happened!! He kept doing me for seven hours straight!" Seraphiel at long last opened her tired eyes and parted her lips as she began a torrent of whining. It was rather adorable, I must admit.

Sylvaris' serene composure evaporated for a moment as she yelped, "S-s-seven hours?!"

"Yes! I begged for mercy, but he kept insisting that I need to be taught a lesson!"

I finally see what is going on here.

Cheeky Elf