From Thug To Idol Transmigrating To A Survival Show 소설 & 이야기

Deciding not to trust him, he shook his head. “Listen, you, mangy mutt. If you don’t do as I say, I’ll turn you into a rodent and send you off into a pack of your own and you won’t have to worry about me devouring you. I have no doubt your flea-bitten relatives would consider you a fine meal. What do you think?” He tapped his chin thoughtfully, “A woodchuck? A squirrel? I know... a rat!” Adam hesitated just a moment longer while he weighed the truth to the magic man’s words. Deciding he meant his threat he saw no other choice, but to transform into his human identity. He did it with extreme reluctance.

Naomi crouched while hugging her knees, staring into the crystal clear glass shards with an emotionless face. Some crystal shards were scattered in the floor. Naomi picked a few and then threw it into the wall while still crouching. 'What should I do?' Thinking of the circumstances she was in, Naomi wanted nothing more than to weep. 'I never wanted to be transmigrated in an unknown world! If I did, atleast give me something that can help me!' Naomi was sullen and continued to pick and throw crystal shards as she remained silent and went deep into thoughts. Only the sound of crystal shards being thrown could be heard.

Chapter 4: Yu Meng, who was currently laying on her bed and watching TV, while also eating, chocked on her food: “Cough-cough…fudge! Is she mentally-handicapped or something? And the storyline says that she managed to build a business empire by herself, you must be kidding me, with her IQ of a three-year-olds, how did she survive till now? Surely, the protagonist-halo managed to make me speechless once again.

Cutting on the food meant getting thinner, thus attracting more clients. But should everything fail, madame Bianca didn't provide a single crumb of bread. To make things even worse, if a girl fell so low that she couldn't get back on her feet, madame Bianca would either mercilessly kick them out even in mid winter or would sell her to the big city up north. Even though Luke was giving in to low desires, he didn't let go of his heroic fantasy, making him stumble on Ironwoods darkest secret by sheer luck. But luck is also an important feature for a hero

His tone suggests there might be more behind this decision than he's explicitly stating. I nod in grateful agreement. Honestly, this approach will make the transition considerably easier—it will provide me with a precious opportunity to gradually settle into this new, surreal reality without enduring the intense, critical scrutiny of my intimidating, aristocratic in-laws, who still regard me with barely concealed suspicion despite their outward politeness.

Thorne said, and I looked away when the first gush overcome my senses. Drifting slowly off when the little liquid dripped from sachet and the room thickened with darkness. “Good, you are becoming less of a normal beast but one of the greatest creation to ever live. And fuck yes, I'm going to be your master. Finally getting the spotlight that I deserved and no one would ever be able to stop me.” “Subject Zero is fighting against the specimen. Please enforce order or initiating suck back route!" “How are you doing that?" A voice asked, slowly loosing his hold on Thorne who crept away as I had given him a sign to get away from me before I transform and cause him more hisrm than the wound on his

I recognized him instantly as one of my tormentors from my past life. He lunged at the bed, then cursed. "What the hell? Only one person?" His flashlight switched on, catching Russell, naked and sprawled. The sight caught him off guard. Russell stirred as the pills wore off, opening his eyes to see a big man looming over him. He tried to scream, but the latter quickly stuffed a sock in his mouth. "Quiet!" Joakim hissed. Michael Harris, the second thug, poked his head in. "What's up?"

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w

They had sent me to the transformation show soon after I was brought back, and I was still wearing the torn clothes from that time. They had no idea what my size was. In the end, the shop assistant approached me with a measuring tape. Meanwhile, Jake raised his phone. In that instant, the scene in front of me shifted. I was back in that hellish village. My foster father from the show was walking toward me with a cattle prod in his hand, smiling wickedly. "Don't come near me!" I pushed the shop assistant away in panic. Everything in my sight blurred, and I ran wildly. The mannequins in the store now resembled the people who had hunted me down in the village. Each of them glared with malicious

After handling everything, I logged back into my game account and deleted or gave away all the flashy outfits, mounts, and effects to strangers, keeping only the simplest appearance from when I first started playing. Then, I listed the account on a trading platform for one dollar, with a note, "The story is over. Farewell, everyone." Once, I earned a seven-figure salary but lived like a beggar, staking all my trust and future on an empty promise. Now, I still worked hard, but I'd learned to savor every bit of authenticity life had to offer. The road ahead was long, but this time, I was living only for myself.