The Transmigrated Cannon Fodder Overthrows The Male Protagonist นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Quentin will sneak back today. Would you like to come with me to the airport to pick him up?" "Quentin?" The name struck a chord of familiarity, echoing the male protagonist from my harem novel. "Quentin Bennett? The famous star Quentin Bennett?" "Yes," the woman gently touched my forehead. "No fever." I possessed an unusually high level of acceptance. Blinking, I realized I must have transmigrated. So, the reason that awful book was covering my face when I died served a purpose! Before my demise, I had been telling Randy that I would sue Quentin Bennett for bigamy!

Catherine tried to suppress her anger as she asked that question. Now that things had reached this point, Gabriel let all pretenses drop. Cackling wildly, he answered, "Because all of you are just so stupid! I just had to fool you a little, let a few tears slip here and there, and you all believed me without any hesitation! You were the ones who killed Noah! You disappointed him so much that he gave up and lost all will to live!" Miranda swung her fist at his face, the hard punch landing with the sound of bones breaking.

Veins popped out of Cannon's face, he was so sought of them and wanted to end their miserable lives now, but then, he thought it wise to make them suffer. The sudden guns shut towards him got him distracted, and as fast as lightning, he carries himself around, ripping off their hearts. He was so fast that it got the men in black confused about where to shut, they could only see their partners falling alongside their hearts with blood oozing out of their chests. While their minions were fighting, Wendigo and Black gun seized that opportunity and ran away. Cannon's men knew better than fight, they all knew the rules. When their Don is on it, the least they can do is stand and watch.

I look around as silk curtains surround me. Gold. Velvet. Candles. My breathing turns shallow. No. No fucking way. I look at my hands, and then the bustling people around serving me. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. A screen suddenly flashes right in front of my face. W-what the hell? I look around the maids and they don’t seem to see it as I do. [YOU HAVE TRANSMIGRATED INTO A VILLAINESS FATED TO DIE. CHANGE YOUR FATE AS YOU SAID IN THE COMMENTS, READER!]

“We need to find the contraption that’s making explosions. I’ll try to find its position, but I’ll need help from the ground. It’s too dark for me to see clearly.” Gideon nodded and transformed, keeping eyes on me from the ground. It didn’t take long for me to spot what I was looking for. They had brought with horses a massive cannon. They could not get it deep inside the forest, but it lay at its edge, the barrel pointing over the trees. There must have been runners communicating with the operators, so they knew where to point and shoot. I dropped and circled over them as a distraction. The operators and a few knights positioned with the cannon lifted their heads in my direction and shouted

Athena stretched her hands backward to Arakis like he was supposed to be psychic, and he handed her a gun. Cage and Zharn tensed, ready to fight. "Hold on, it's not you," she winked at Zharn. "I like to save the best for last." Before we reacted even further, she shot the three men who still had their heads bowed to the floor, their cries echoed through the atmosphere as they felt the silver bullets through their skulls. "Where are the quads and Emma?" Cage questioned from afar. "Really?" Sophie jeered. "These purple shits are the quads. They transformed using dark magic like the freaking cowards they are."

But finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Mark found himself on his knees, overpowered and at the mercy of his enemies. One of Chuck's minions snatched the shotgun from Mark's grasp, its cold metal slipping from his fingers like a lost hope. The other two minions pinned Mark down, their grip like a vice, as Chuck approached with a sadistic grin. The minion holding the shotgun handed it to Chuck, its barrel gleaming with a malevolent glow in the faint light. Chuck's eyes gleamed with triumph as he raised the weapon, its muzzle poised to deliver the final blow. But in a sudden, inexplicable twist, the shotgun warped and contorted, its metal stretching and twisting like a living thing. T

"How is that possible? Why would someone in the early-stage of the Transcendent Realm marry her—especially with someone like Nala? Besides, he's quite a young and outstanding man, no less!" Similarly, Zayn wasn't in a good mood. "Fuck, this man also has such skills for martial arts? Is he just blessed by the gods?" His subordinate quickly said, "Calm down, Your Highness. He's only in the early stage. It'll be easy for Howie to kill him. This made Zayn smile again. That was right—each gap between each stage between the Transcendent Realm was like heaven and earth. Felix was doomed to die.