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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"What the hell have you done, you greedy bastard?!" The army head shouted into his communication artifact.

"Nothing. I've been framed, clear as day." Broker responded tiredly.

An envoy from Alastair, the Greenvale Duke, arrived mere moments ago, and the mediator, the one who had the single strongest voice in the Vesper Consortium, immediately initiated a call with the other circle members.

It was an emergency of magnitudes never before felt.

"Do you have proof?" The logistics head asked; he spited Broker on a deep level, so he was pretty happy with the new developments.

"Proof?!" Broker shouted; his patience was thinning at a rapid pace. "If I'm innocent, how can I prove anything? Do you want to interrogate my tens of thousands of subordinates to ensure I didn't order the kidnapping of the freaking Greenvale twins?! Why would I ever do that in the first place?! Do you think me to be retarded?"

Black Fang's Insanity