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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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Sensing an amazing opportunity at farming not only a great deal of XP but goodwill as well with the resistance fighters, I stepped forward and patted the worried girl's shoulder. She snapped her head in my direction just as I declared, "I'll be your rider. Let's work together to bring the lionkin down, BunBun."

"H-huh?" The confused bunny didn't quite get my meaning.

"I'm an elemental mage, remember? If you become my aerial mount, we can wreak more havoc on the battlefield than mere archers could ever hope to."

"O-oh!" Understanding dawned in her eyes as flashes of my spells visibly entered her mind.

"Can she even carry you?" Seraphiel asked while amusedly eyeing BunBun. Indeed, she was much smaller than me. We all knew she could lift me due to the innate Strength stat that should come from her being above level 30, but the physical fit between us wasn't the greatest.

Time to Burn