From Thug To Idol Transmigrating To A Survival Show นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I tried to live a normal life like a human being. I went to school. I even graduated with an Engineering degree. Then my foster parents died of old age. It was like I suddenly woke up from a long dream. Realization hit me like a sharp knife. I could never die of old age like them because I am not like them. I'm immortal. It was high time I faced that truth. So, I went on a journey to find paradise. Then I met Ridge. Then Chester, then Tyron. Like me, they are also looking for paradise. And the rest, they say, is history.” “I may say that's quite a long history,” I said. I felt privileged and happy at the same time because Shaun was able to tell me about his past. I was really glad that I go

Garzia threatened. ******

“Am I not allowed to help my people?” “It’s not that. It’s just... You look different now.” I sniggered. After that, I turned back Ildian to the direction of the mansion and said, “A dying person WILL look different.”

Especially the one who looked the most smug, despite the swollen eye I had given him before he stabbed me in the stomach. The four motherfuckers who had killed me in my past life. God truly is a stand-up guy for giving me this chance. So this was what the system meant by revenge. I wasn't just fighting some wannabe thugs—I was fighting the guys who took my first life. And now? Now I had a chance to finish things. "Hey! Spencer! We heard you got a brain transplant over the summer!" One of them called out, his voice gathering more onlookers. "You actually were crazy enough to come to us so we could get you," another laughed.

He held me like one might hold a delicate vase—something to be handled carefully, but without affection. The hollow ache that had settled in my chest spread further, consuming every part of me. The urge to scream, to resist, to cry, had burned out long before now, leaving behind a cold, numbing resignation. And so, in a matter of moments, my identity was stripped away. I was no longer Beatrice Carbone, granddaughter of Giorgio Carbone. I became Beatrice Morunaga. The wife of Ryuu Morunaga. The possession of a mafia kingpin.

, he taunted, his sinsiter voice splayed agaisnt my skin, making it crawl. I tried to scream, but when I opened my mouth, no noise came out. A malicious laugh bounced off the walls of the silent room. "A cat got your tongue? Oh wait. That was me", his laugh was manical as he held up a tongue for me to see. I thrashed frantically as tears streamed down my face. This can't be real. God help me. "No calling for help this time", he cackled. I thrashed harder. I am not going to die like this. '

“Your parents?” “Don’t know what happened to them. I was found in a dumpster. No one wanted me, so I was put into the system. That young girl I met the other week—I know what it’s like to be her. To go through the transition and not know what the fuck you’ve done. I did that. My foster dad was hitting me, again, and again. I felt bones break beneath the crush of his boot, and then the next thing I knew, I woke up in the middle of the road, naked. No one was around, thank God, but I knew. That’s my story. That’s why I’ve never been with a pack. I learned the hard way in life that you can only take care of yourself. Down in that pit, I was all alone. I killed to survive and the first person in

Bring him back. But when our eyes met, it was nothing. No recognition. No humanity. Just ravenousness, and anger and a deep-to-the-bone rot. Thane had been turning kidnapped pack members into ferals for years. Longer than any of us knew. And of these monsters, how many were wolves just like him once? How many families had he stolen members from in his experiments? The realization made me sick. Marcus jumped toward a young rogue who was lying on the ground. I moved without thinking. Intercepted him. We collided and I felt his claws sink into my side.

Then “No, I've finally gone insane.” Her gaze dropped to her hands. Thinner. Different. Not hers. [Previous identity: Kaira McCauley confirmed deceased.] [Current identity: Alina Crosswell.] Her heartbeat slammed against her chest. “…You’re telling me” she paused trying to grasp something “this must be a prank” [Soul transfer successful.] The system cuts in. The room felt colder. “I took over her body?” [Condition met: Simultaneous fatal incidents.]

This windowless box was going to be my tomb. Grrr! It crept closer. "Huss! Shoo! Go away, you beast! Someone... please, help me!" I shrieked, praying for a miracle. The wolf went silent. It didn't pounce. Instead, I witnessed something that defied all reason. The black fur receded, the bones shifted, and the beast transformed into a human figure I knew all too well. Drex Ethan. The idol I worshipped. He stepped toward me, his eyes still retaining a predatory sharpness.