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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This was unacceptable. I couldn't allow myself to be so weak that some shitty external force would make me scar my lovers.

My grip on the saber loosened, letting it hover in the air. I grasped onto Ayame's dainty, feminine hands with my right one while taking Lucille's in the left one, drawing strength from their boundless support.

'Behave yourself!' I shouted inwardly at the rebelling invader.

I took a deep breath, gathering every shred of willpower I possessed. After which, I visualized the fire and conjured mental chains around the rebelling flames, tightening them one by one until the blaze was caged again. It writhed and screamed, but I forced it into submission.

The oppressive heat receded. Embers flickered and died as the cavern's temperature normalized. I had won - it was once again under control, contained in the prison erected by my willpower.

"Thank you. I love all of you more than anything."

Battle with Lions