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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During times of peace, the economy boomed, letting opportunistic merchants and nobles stuff their pockets.

During times of war, chaos reigned supreme, letting opportunistic combatants reap immense benefits.

It was time to welcome chaos into the lands of the Greenvale duchy.

After my casting, the swirling dimensional gate materialized in front of me. I loved this spell dearly, the utility it provided me with over the months couldn't be said enough times. Even my home depended on it we would struggle to reach it without my teleportation gate. However, the twins didn't seem to share the sentiment as they flinched upon sensing it.

My order was received instantly; they were puppets whose strings were entirely in my hands. Vivienne stood from her kowtow while Amara got up from her bed and rushed to stand before me.

We Never Bow