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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Flames ignited at my fingertips and shot forward, launching into the crowd of lionkin below. [Bouncing Flames] leaped from one beast to the next in a fiery chain reaction. Screams erupted as fur and flesh ignited, making the javelin handlers collapse, trying their best to extinguish the fire.

Before they could recover, I unleashed [Icicle Barrage] upon them. Shards of razor-sharp ice tore through their panicked ranks—blood sprayed across the carts as more lionkin fell. The gorgeous symphony of kill notifications was already ringing in my mind, making my heart race with joy.

[You've slain level 16 Malkor. You've gained 1,003 XP.]

[You've slain level 19 Khael. You've gained 1,279 XP.]

[You've slain level 21 Zarn. You've gained 1,418 XP.]

[You've slain level 14 Feronar. You've gained 892 XP.]

[You've slain level 11 Xandros. You've gained 207 XP.]

[Level: 27. XP 86,172/91,733] -> [Level 28. XP 238 /119253]

Aerial Warfare