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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"U-umm… C-c-can you carry me too?" One of his other three teammates walked up and asked Ryker. She had mage robes and seemed like a clumsy girl with a great lack of self-confidence; such a physical task made her anxious enough to stammer.

"Sure." Ryker nodded with a happy smile and bent down to pick the mage up in his other arm, but then… "No."

The white-haired, cunning fox declared with an authoritative tone, making Ryker stop his motions immediately, after which he grimaced and looked at the mage with an apologetic expression.

Seraphiel burst out into mocking laughter in our heads, forcing Iris to accidentally let out a sharp, startled exhale, making multiple heads snap in her direction. She didn't interact with Seraphiel much, especially not when the elf was free to say whatever she wanted, so Iris was not used to her eccentric persona and oftentimes outright shocking statements.

Hex of Null Presence