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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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"Hop, hop, hop!" BunBun hopped through the skies so lightly and gracefully she made it seem as if she were dancing on clouds. The bunny girl was even cutely saying "Hop" each time she jumped, commentating on her actions.

BunBun soon became bored, and her stomach voiced its extreme dissatisfaction with a strong growl, reminding the girl that she hadn't eaten her meal yet.

"Hehe!" The rabbitkin happily snickered when she realized she'd been, in fact, prepared for this occasion. She reached into the pocket of her tunic and pulled out a large, homegrown carrot. It wasn't any carrot but a rare, super carrot with an aroma like fresh dew and a taste as sweet and tangy as the first bloom of spring. Just biting into it would fill one's mouth with a burst of flavor so strong they would become addicts—or so the girl believed.

Chase Through the Skies