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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I pulled the communication artifact from my ring alongside the crystal of a certain girl I had removed before and then imbued my mana to call her.

A high-pitched, chirpy feminine sound welcomed my actions.

"Hello, Princess Felicity speaking!"

"Greetings, my fair princess. I'm-"

I couldn't even finish my introduction, as she merrily squealed, "Lord Black!"

It seemed only I had the balls to call her 'my fair princess', others probably used "Your Highness" or other stuffy titles like that when referring to her. To be fair, perhaps she just knew it was me from my voice.

"Indeed, it is I. Am I calling at a good time? I don't wish to be scolded by your mother a second time."

"Hehe! I didn't even have dinner yet. As for my mother, I have to apologize, Lord Black. She didn't have the right to treat you as she did."

I had to chuckle inwardly. Didn't have the right? How so?

Greediest Cow of All