The Transmigrated Cannon Fodder Overthrows The Male Protagonist Novels & Stories

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.

"He was right here, he was on your shoulder." "He's not dead." I said it too quickly. My heart was hammering. "He can't be dead. It was a transformation. I wrote it, a Spirit beast sheds its form when it, when it, oh, God." I stopped. In the shadow at the far end of the cavern, where the spring ran into the dark pool, something moved.

I just rolled my eyes, I was fed up with this. "Just take it." Just take it and consider me as a neutral person who would do no harm to Natalie, please don't kill me. I remembered how Nova wrote his character growth in the original novel. He's ruthless and destroys everything that goes against him and "his Natalie". I read about a scene where a drunk guy that harassed Natalie lost not only his right hand but his family business as well. 'I don't wanna lose a limb so please just take the band-aid.' "Oh, by the way." Before I completely left I turned around and gave him the form that I was supposed to pass. 'Since he's the president I might as well just give it to him'. I handed him the form a

"The language is archaic and the translation is imperfect, but the essential elements are a soul bond forming unexpectedly, a challenge to the established order from someone who shouldn't have been capable of it, and a choice between the designated role and something that had no designated role." Adrian read the passage. His ancient language was limited, but Kieran had written a translation in the margin in contemporary script, careful and precise. He read it twice. "This was written before we were born," he said. "Long before," Kieran confirmed. "And it describes—" "What happened, more or less. With the imprecision you'd expect from anticipation rather than documentation." The room was quie

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.

Just how am I going to do this? “What have you done?” I said to myself before moving my head back to rest against the seat. I glanced at the tall building of his company and truly, I was mesmerised. The author actually did a lot of world-building. This is just like another version of the same America I live in. “Okay. Let's get home first, Hazel, then we can find a way to plan this.” I said and started the car engine.

“Now I’m sorting old ledgers that haven’t been touched in twenty years. The officials think they can get rid of me by burying me in paperwork.” Mia folded her arms and leaned against the desk. “So you came here to complain about your new job?” “I came up here because I’m not playing nursemaid to a sinking ship,” Marek snapped. He stepped closer to her. “I used to guard the King. Now I’m stuck sorting old tax bills while men like Holt do whatever the board tells them.” “Good,” Mia said. “Because I don’t need a nursemaid either.” Marek studied her. “If you want to last another month in this place, you need to know where the danger is coming from. The perimeter is wide open. Anyone in uniform c

feels like its all coming down She won't turn around The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down So stand in the rain Stand your ground Stand up when it's all crashing down You stand through the pain You won't drown And one day, whats lost can be found Her voice was full of hope which made him puzzled as he thought she already moved on from having her fiance snatched by Qi Fan but it seems she is just starting to forget. Xianyao didn't know that Xiuying was transmigrated in his world and although she shows she is fine, she still feels she doesn't have anyone beside her as her soul wasn't the original owner of Xiuying's body and just s

A large glowing gun formed out of thin air. Sandra stared at it. Francis screamed, "WHY IS THAT GUN BIGGER THAN YOU?!" The system flashed again. [TARGETS DETECTED.] Sandra pulled the trigger. A bright blue blast shot through the entrance and struck the first group of zombies. BOOM! Several infected fell to the ground. Francis grabbed her hair and screamed, "YOU DID IT! YOU KILLED THEM!" Sandra stared at the glowing gun. Then she looked at the remaining zombies.