The Transmigrated Cannon Fodder Overthrows The Male Protagonist Novels & Stories

And there, hovering above each person, were designations: PLAYER_PRIMARY_CAMRYN_CHAVEZ_STAGE_III_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_AMON_CAELAN_STAGE_III_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_MIRANDA_CASTELLAN_STAGE_II_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_WHITNEY_SOREN_STAGE_II_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_FABIAN_MOREAU_STAGE_IV_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_REGINALD_CASTELLAN_STAGE_II_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_OLYRIENNE_ROSSETTI_STAGE_III_ACTIVE "No," Whitney breathed. "No, this can't be," "It's real," I said, deactivating the device. The code disappeared, but the damage was done. "We're all players. Transmigrators pulled from our original worlds into a game designed to test whether we can save an underground nation from apocalyptic threat.

He broke the first figure's elbow, used it as cover against the second, drove the knife under a mask, and twisted. White code sprayed. The figure fell apart into office ash. Jack took a rifle from the collapsing body and nearly dropped it because this body lacked the reflexes he remembered. A faceless figure turned toward him. LOW-STATUS SPOUSE. Restore domestic containment. Jack laughed once, breathless and angry. "You first." He fired three rounds into the sprinkler pipe above it. Water burst down. Not holy. Not magical. Just water hitting exposed rewriting code and making it lag. Marcus saw the effect instantly.

said Claire, using the classic debate technique of changing the subject when your first attempt gets you nowhere. “We’ve got the magic stick and we’ve got Jenny. She’s still their leader, technically. Plus, they’ve got no balls. They’ll do what they’re told.” The eunuchs stood around, sad and lost. They watched as their female overlords were stripped of their armour and put into a hole dug by the trolls. Giant rock monsters and ogres surrounded the eunuchs, and they recognised it was safest to stay close to us. At least we were human. Although I didn’t find watching dead women being dumped into a mass grave particularly upsetting, so how human I was at this point was hard to say.

Doctor Shawn was silent for a while, he thought and tried to remember the patient named Gerard, then a moment later he snapped his fingers, "Yes, I just remembered now. What Mr. Alistair and Miss Scarlett experienced is exactly the same as Mr. Gerard." "The conclusion is that Mr. Alistair's soul and Nicholas' soul are exchanged," continued the doctor in a steady tone of voice. "What?? So our souls are swapped with our body owners?" asked Nicholas with a gasp. "That's right, Sir. Your souls have been exchanged with those of Miss Scarlett and Mister Alistair," the doctor answered. "Then how do we return to our country? Do we have to sink into the sea first so that our souls can move into our b

The boy stood apart from the rest, a fearless soul despite being caked in mud and filth. His eyes burned with a cold defiance that seemed too intense for someone his age. On that fateful afternoon, his piercing gaze struck her numb heart like a razor-sharp arrow. Suddenly, she felt trapped in a bottomless, repulsive swamp, desperate to grasp at a ray of light. He was that longed-for beacon of hope.

The System sees that the Host's soul is suitable to be transferred to this world. “Transmigration? Like what happens in novels? Oh my god, I didn't expect this to happen to me,” Poppy muttered, still not believing what was happening to her. After her confusion, a smile began to appear on Poppy's face when she realized that she no longer had to think about having to work again.

he whispered against my lips. I lunged toward the fissure, pulling Dominic and the baby with me. The moment we crossed the threshold, the world didn't just go black. It shattered. The sound of the Resistance’s cannon firing was the last thing I heard—a deafening, world-ending roar—before we were ripped out of reality itself, tumbling into a void where the laws of physics didn't apply.

The man behind her laughed maniacally before twisting the sword letting her fall on her knees blood dripping from the gaping hole of her stomach. How Laughable. She died by the weapon she created with half of her soul pasted within it. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ "Ggghg" A baby in a crib stretched its hands as her dazed eyes stirred open staring at the open space uncertain of the sudden events, her vision was blurry, even her memories, it is sluggish and she couldn't make out the scenario playing in her head.

It was no wonder the transmigration system told me that the characters’ behaviors had gone awry. In that instant, I finally figured out that this story might actually be about one male lead with three other male leads.