Transmigrating As An Extra Third-rate Villain Novels & Stories

In the end, Lancelot will be thrown away by Avery and will be murdered by the crown prince’s assassins. Heck, I’m even one of those mob character that are going to die after a month here, what am I gonna do? I heaved a long sigh. The heavens probably despise me or something, with them reincarnating me in this world just to experience death. I might have an idea why the divinity dislikes me, but... Is being an antisocial really irks the heaven? Are there something wrong with their mind? This is unfair. “Master?”

*trrrrink trrrrink* Bennie stopped and moved towards the table's direction before he stretched his hand to pick up the phone. "Whatever is it, It better be important!! now speak. "Bennie spoke in a foul mood as he was interrupted during his fun hours. A rough sound of a man came from the other side of the phone, "Boss Bennie, Madam Jenna visited that boy's house with a small bag; we don't know her purpose for visiting him. What should we do?" "That fucker, I'm tired of hearing about him. Kidnap that bastard tomorrow and kill him; I'll handle the police work and media...wait, don't just kill him directly. Torture him first before killing him." "Ok, Boss." Somewhere near Sheeran's house

They were merely ordinary people from another age. Victor treated those transmigrators equally. Those with talent who could contribute to the kingdom were given important positions, while those whose minds were filled with schemes were beheaded as a warning to others. After all, this age belonged to us.

The suffocating pressure in the hall instantly eased. I let out a long breath of relief. I survived. Barely. Without another word, Nerien turned and leisurely walked toward the exit. The servants quickly stepped aside, lowering their heads as he passed. Even Riven watched him leave without saying a word. "See?" I muttered under my breath. "He's the scary final boss." Yes! I'm alive! Maybe transmigration isn't so bad after all. Maybe I'll actually survive this novel— Host, please stop celebrating prematurely.

I look around as silk curtains surround me. Gold. Velvet. Candles. My breathing turns shallow. No. No fucking way. I look at my hands, and then the bustling people around serving me. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. A screen suddenly flashes right in front of my face. W-what the hell? I look around the maids and they don’t seem to see it as I do. [YOU HAVE TRANSMIGRATED INTO A VILLAINESS FATED TO DIE. CHANGE YOUR FATE AS YOU SAID IN THE COMMENTS, READER!]

Red warning symbols flickered across the interface for the first time since her transmigration. [CRITICAL STORY FRACTURE DETECTED.] [Hidden Route Activated.] [WARNING: Unauthorized Character Has Entered Main Narrative.]

The creatures in front of her moved instantly, tightening their formation, their bodies lowering slightly, ready. The Alpha’s stance changed too, his shoulders tightening, his weight shifting forward. “If it moves again, I stop it,” he said. The woman didn’t argue. Because she knew— That might not be enough. Aria’s breath came faster now. Not panic. Recognition. Because something inside her understood this. Not clearly. But enough. “This one isn’t like the others,” she said. The woman’s answer was immediate. “No.” Aria swallowed. “It doesn’t belong to me.”

Thalia's eyes were as wide as saucers as she breathed, "Goodness, babe. What sort of people have you been working with?" She had heard their plan loud and clear, so she knew what they were up to. She was so disgusted by them that she looked like she might throw up. "Oh, they're not people. They're monsters." I sneered and locked my phone. Hatred burned in my heart as I recalled how Francesca had succeeded in framing me in my previous life. A plan started to form in my mind. Over the next couple of days, I brought Thalia to the law firm, deliberately flaunting our love in everyone's faces.

“I’ll be back!” Sending a quick text to Sasha and Damian, Zen informed them he would briefly move back to the third floor for his specialisation quest progression. Damian quickly replied that he was also doing something similar, as he was teleported to a different space dimension. According to the cyborg, his quest did not allow something like a Force Magician who could utilise the laws of physics to create miracles. However, his forceful reasoning with the game developer opened a new path, so he had to take a special calibration test.

Body beaten that hid a very once beautiful woman. "The boy is who we are looking for. But why does this old man seem dangerous?" Felicity just waited for Ren. He floated down a few minutes later. "Master Ren, what is with this family?" "The Old man is a former Transdecent rank. His bark is worse than his bite. A Pillar Realm warrior could take him if they paid attention." "That they could. But not all of them know that." The old man said calmly. "Are you here to finish my family off finally?"