The Transmigrated Cannon Fodder Overthrows The Male Protagonist Novels & Stories

The Dark Lord’s words toll through me again and again like cracked old bells foretelling an unknown doom: “Your blood fills with them. And soon…” But “soon” has not yet come. My body writhes on the altar; my muscles seize as if every cell were fighting what is being forced to be born through me. An inner fire consumes me—the residue of the magic that tore through the borders of my flesh in translocation, still sparking along my spine like some corrupted life-force. A dull ache throbs beneath my ribs, stabbing now and again, and my belly seems to live a life of its own: something moves beneath the skin, pulses, grows.

"The flaws are what make us real. The mistakes are why she loves me. You’re just a puppet with a better haircut." I twisted the needle. With a sound like a glass bell shattering, the weapon broke. The feedback sent a shockwave through the apartment, blowing out the windows and pushing the fire back into a ring around us. The double stumbled, his face now half-missing, replaced by a swirling, milky void. He wasn't a man anymore; he was a hollow shell. "I... am... the... protagonist," he glitched, his voice slowing down. "Not today," I said.

Felix came over and helped me to my feet, smiling with clear relief. "He really did plant malware in the system, trying to siphon off my assets just like you predicted. Thanks, Spencer. Without you, who knows how long it would've taken to uncover the real culprit?" Chester and Nancy belatedly realized what was going on. Shocked and furious, they turned on me. "Mr. Watch never trusted me. You were merely putting up an act!" "Chester, you bastard! How could you work with an outsider to trick me? I'm your fiancée!"

The cannon light did not burn. That was the first wrong thing. Fire would have been honest. Heat, smoke, skin blistering off bone; those were things a body could understand. The Null-Canon gave me none of that. It took the air out of my lungs, the weight out of my blood, and the direction out of the world, then pulled me upward through the place where the basement ceiling used to be. My fingers clawed at nothing. For one stupid, human second, I tried to grab the terminal.

"This is too much. Is there no one who can keep him in check? I've never seen a male lead with such a shameless lack of boundaries." I wanted to file a formal complaint that he didn't deserve the heroine at all. He was practically a two-timing scumbag. While I was still lost in my internal rant, Julian walked out of the bathroom with only a towel slung low around his waist. I stared, genuinely wondering if he had been possessed by a different soul. "Want me to help you wash?" "Pervert!" "Say what you want. You have three minutes. If you aren't in that shower by then, I don't mind helping you myself."

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."

Naomi thought about the female lead of the last novel she have read when she was still in Florence. 'When that female lead started cultivating and succeeded, there was something in her body. What was that again? A dantian?' Naomi knitted her brows. "Hey, how much time had passed since I started cultivating?" Naomi suddenly asked. "Three hours." Lisa subconsciously answered. 'Hmm... three hours?' Something came into her mind. 'That's clearly impossible! It even took the female lead a few days before she have succeeded in reaching the first stage of cultivation.' '...but it shouldn't be that impossible? In real life, transmigration is deemed as an impossible thing to do yet I ended up making t

rescue Keith? 'Yeh... let's think about it. This is basically like one of those transmigration Web novels, as unbelievable as it is, I am definitely inside that strange book i read in mom's library.' "Hmmm... what if... this is some kind of rewrite," Mars was slowly trying to make sense of whatever was going on. This all felt like a dream, but that Mad Demon had almost choked the life out of him, and it had hurt as hell. It definitely was not a dream.

In that instant, these soldiers seemed to have turned into a bunch of primitive beasts. Within a brief moment, the bodies of these bunch of Red Moon kamikaze soldiers and Lucio Windsor had undergone a significant change. It was as if a boundless force was about to explode from their bodies. Few of these powerful kamikaze soldiers had even been able to match with the top Transcendents among the imperial family with the boost of Red Spider.

It only mattered to tear apart these dried up foulnesses, limb by limb, until the fragrant wood loam was free of all evidence of their transgression. "Yeeearrrghhhh!" Okay, so even my battle fevered hindbrain registered that symphonic basso rumble bursting through the frantic susurrus of the melee. That was our alpha succumbing to ultimate bestial transcendence with a rich, resonant bellow! With a vicious smile, my lips twisted back just in time to let a sharp blade of bone and muscle slash across my face before I could react. My senses were overwhelmed by an intense anguish of transfiguration when the transgressor's weapon penetrated my skin, causing my jaw to shatter violently.