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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"You know what he meant. You might be a young adult among elven circles, but in this house, well… you're older than all of us combined, counting your century-old daughter." Lucille giggled before leaning back into my embrace and planting a loving kiss on my cheeks, very happy with my words of praise.

"Blossom also heard Lucille doing her best to recruit new girls into the harem multiple times!" My dog-girl declared while eyeing both Lyra and Sylvaris without any reservations for personal boundaries, eliciting a muted yelp from the pink-haired tanker girl whose cheeks rapidly turned crimson red.

Sylvaris, on the other hand, merely pretended not to notice she was included in Lucille's 'girls to be recruited' list as she gracefully raised her tea cup to her mouth in order to sip from it while eyeing the board game as if deep in thought what her next move should be.

Blossom Did Nothing Wrong!