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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My plan was working—necromancy was within my reach. It would take some grinding, but I was sure the Beastman Confederation was happy to make some generous donations.

To that end, I commanded my blade to descend into my palms, took up the stance I developed over months of devoted duels and practice with my beloved samurai, and lunged at my enemies—it was time to reap.

The otherworldly display I provided the surrounding lion-kin with shattered their rapidly rebuilding confidence. They kept talking about how they're lions who fear no man, but seeing the ascending souls of their fallen comrades be forcefully dragged down from heaven to hell by my Soul Reaper made all efforts of regaining their confidence null and void.

The remaining beasts staggered backward with tails twitching nervously, looking for an escape route. Their sharp claws and fangs were useless in defending against the terror encroaching its way through their primal instincts deep into their hearts.

Roar of the Leader