Novel & Cerita The Transmigrated Cannon Fodder Overthrows The Male Protagonist

Right after the enemy finished making their threat, a string of strange floating text suddenly appeared before my eyes. [Scott, pick our girl! Let the wife die already!] [Once the wife dies, she can go back to the modern world and get a huge transmigration bonus. Then you and Jennifer can finally be together!] [I'm so sick of this kind of story where women suffer. Just give us a happy ending already!] Go back to the modern world…and get paid? Hanging from the city wall, I instantly felt a surge of excitement.

"I know. Look at me. You're stronger than whatever has been holding you down." A brilliant silver light burst from his body, forcing several guards to shield their eyes. The air vibrated with a powerful pressure that made the training flags snap violently against their poles. Even the older warriors felt their wolves responding to the strange ancestral energy. Milo cried out as his body began to change. His shoulders broadened slightly, and his round features sharpened as the years of forced chemical suppression finally began to lose their hold. His breathing gradually steadied, while silver markings appeared along his wrists and climbed toward his forearms.

Arrows rained down, finding eyes, throats, hearts, but the things didn't stop, growing even fiercer by the minute. It was going to take a nuclear. One took five shafts through the skull before collapsing, its limbs still twitching toward the walls like a dying worm that had been sprayed with salt. "Fire cannons! Now! Steady⌨️, wait for the wind… now!" Dante's voice was barely recognizable, his vocal cords shredded by the shift as he repeated his command over and over again, the blast of gunpowder and canons making its own dirge. The world exploded in orange and heat as the first cannonball tore through the ranks. Chunks of rotting flesh splattered the courtyard below. A severed wolf head lan

Eden completely snapped, his entire body going rigid as though struck by lightning. Only then did he finally realize that I could hear his thoughts. I knew he was a transmigrator. I knew about the system. “Y-You…” The final trace of disguise shattered in his eyes, revealing the twisted monster underneath. “You bitch! You fucking bitch!” Despair and madness devoured the last shred of his sanity. “If you know everything already, then you can die with me!” Eden lunged up from the snow, trying to drag me toward the small chapel nearby and force the ceremony to happen through sheer violence.

Dina sighed disapprovingly, “Hm, are you ATs like that? Robotic and cold?” “We ensure to do our jobs and do it well, some although more amiable could be unreliable so yes, most of us are strict.” “I see, okay whatever, I just imagined something disturbing so let’s not dive deeper and go to the main event, hm?” “If you say so, Dina.” Zero began divulging the rest of the required knowledge a Transmigrator was meant to have which was locked up before due to Dina’s rank. In the first place came an introduction to character integration where the concept of OOC was finally introduced.

What should I say now? Do I play stupid or admittingly tell the General that I've been transmigrated into Celie? He knows Celie is dead! General Wright patiently waited for a response, the rest of his platoon awaiting for the same answers. Their uniforms consisted of a wool dark blue coat with buttons, dark blue trousers, and most of them wore caps on their heads. "I survived." Phuture mustered up a half true, Celie's body did survive after her death. But Phuture's soul now controlled her vessel, transmigrating into another world and time. "Now... can we talk about how we are gonna capture this island?"

In the end, he abused her to death. And then I transmigrated into her body. That night, as I slept, I vaguely dreamed of her. She was thanking me. The next day, guided by memory, I returned to the abusive novel's female lead's mother. As for what happened on Matt's end, I didn't know. After getting home, I deactivated all my SIM cards. Matt called me nonstop. When he realized he couldn't reach me, he could only irritably go to the hospital to claim the body.

She needed to tell me that the person she'd always loved was me. However, she didn't think that I would vanish into thin air afterward. She couldn't find a trace of me anywhere. Meanwhile, Leroy and Erica were tortured in the tiger enclosure for three months before finally succumbing and turning into tiger feed. … I stared at the final bloody scene and felt a shiver run down my spine. I asked the system, "Wait, but isn't Leroy supposed to be the male protagonist? How could he die?" "That's the problem. The book universe is built around the male and female protagonists, but now that the male lead is dead, the entire world should have already collapsed."

All along the ridge, one after another, the Transfigured were kneeling. Tobias pressed his hand against the cold glass. His breath fogged. He thought of Finn, of the doctors, of a hospital window and a grey winter afternoon. He thought, absurdly, of a story his grandmother used to tell about the dead who waited at the edge of the world for someone to call them home. The green light spread. It rolled across the snow like a tide, lapping at the boots of the guards, and wherever it touched the ground, something small and pale began to push up through the white.

The ground below was covered in dense fog, making it impossible to see below, and we seemed to be climbing to the top of the mountain where the sacrifice would take place. The soldiers were demons, and there was no way to escape even if I managed to untie my hand. I let out a breath of defeat, letting go of the thought of escaping. I expected the commander to come again and question me, but he didn't. This was to my relief, anyway. We kept traveling around the cliff, stopping only to drink water. It took the whole scorching day to get to the top of the mountain, the place of my death, or should I say the character's death?