The Transmigrated Cannon Fodder Overthrows The Male Protagonist Mga Nobela at Kwento

She didn't experience happiness and always got tormented in this damn family. Hah, I need to face the reality that I got transmigrated to this novel called ‘In the name of Psychopaths.’ Yes, it was categorized by the author as romance but when I read it, it was filled with bloody scenes and gore. The character in the story are all annoying, but I continued reading it. The protagonist of this story is Marva Alvid and the male lead of this is Patrick Raynell. If there's a female lead and a male lead, there is also a psychopath villain and its name is Phoenix Valcarcel.

Both of Xilvions clones came at the same time as the girls, filling them up to the brim before they started to shake more and more, turning into ash as their life force faded, entering the real Xolvion. All three of the girls lead on the floor, each gasping as their legs still twitched. Cum was flowing out of all their holes into the ground as their lips fluttered from the sensation. Xolvion smiled at the site. Glad he had put up a sound barrier before they started, making sure they wouldn't scream the entire tavern down. Xolvion sat on the bed, still naked and hard, not feeling fully satisfied just yet. Waving his hand over his second penis he got rid of it with his transmutation, returning

The man ignored his complaint and only looked at him seriously, saying “This is a pill developed by the empire to help those who failed to evolve accordingly. It has no side effects and can be used people like you. I’m giving you this since you need to awaken an ability in order to have an identity. This pill will increase your chances. However, as I’ve told you before, this will modify your body and you can longer go back to your timeline. Are you fine with that?” Lei was dissatisfied about having his grievances ignored but upon hearing the other’s question, he almost rolled his eyes. He directly took the pill, swallowed it into his mouth without hesitation and answered, “It’s not like I wo

“You will learn the price of protecting what you love.” My chest felt as if it might break. The cannons had done us a favor and bribed the witches’ fury delaying them for a breath that now burnt like tinder. But Bram’s power was not a trick; it was an architecture. When he opened his hands again, the hole in the barrier did not splice back together. Instead it gaped like a mouth, swallowing torchlight and armor and the careful order I had spent so long making. Men fell through. I saw a spear down, a warrior’s face shuddered and then was gone into the shadow. The lines that had held were no longer lines at all but a ragged break.

' "You are confined in bed for One year and half a month so****---" She lick her dry lips because of the sudden beats inside of her heart. "Congratulations Host! You are one of the Transmigratory in a novel chosen by the most amazing AL in the world! Which is the main system and my Father of course" 'Transmigratory? What? What the hell! So your telling me, while I'm confined in bed for One year and half a month. I need to play this fucking game! And my first mission in the game is to get killed by a fucking villain too!'

While he walks he didn't realise he already eat three buns and five pieces of dumplings and drink the whole bottle of warm milk . " General !!!" The nineteen men stands quickly . He then quickly takes out twenty guns from his space , boxes of bullets and twent knives . Each of the guns ,box of bullets and knives have their names so the men quickly fetch their guns that lay on the ground in one lines . The men already used to their General's weirdness since three years ago so they as his underlings never ask questions about it . Fifteen minutes later , the truck , drives out from the camp slowly .

Hiding behind a boulder, I pulled up the feed on my phone. Soon, two rough voices crackled through. The kidnappers had arrived. "It's dark in there. Are they asleep? Let's grab the girl and ditch the guy," one said. The other snorted, "Ditch him? The hirer wants her to be humiliated in front of him." "Rich folks play dirty." "Enough pep talk. Let's get the job done." Joakim Dodson, a scar slicing across his nose and jaw, unzipped the tent. I recognized him instantly as one of my tormentors from my past life.

She only smiled wider. Mr. Yellow scrambled beside me, now wearing war goggles and dragging a mana rifle three times his size. “Okay. Okay. Scale of one to ‘we’re all going to die,’ how bad do you think this is?” “Ten,” I growled, charging another blast of storm magic. Carrotini, smudged with soot and sauce, wheeled up in a stolen soup pot like a war chariot. “Permission to trigger the cheese cannon?” “We have a cheese cannon?” I asked, dizzy from blood loss.

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.