Transmigrating As An Extra Third-rate Villain Novels & Stories

With regained calmness and a cold glint flickering through her beautiful black eyes, Agatha willed the fire to vanish and then she ordered the governor, "Tell me everything about the royal family and big aristocratic families in Xia Empire's capital… Leave no details unsaid... It is my first test to you as my loyal subject..." People who found themselves transported to another world would usually long to go back to where they came from. It was a natural instinct, born in the depths of one's heart to persist in lingering inside and would rear its head whenever the transmigrator felt like he was already okay to stay in the current world.

} Amused by the system's answer and nonchalant tone, she had thought she had put it in a tight spot but surprisingly it seemed indifferent at her threats. "Why shouldn't I do that? Like I said, I'm not scared of pain." {It isn't about you this time} "En. What is it about then?" {At your original world, moments before you were ejected, you promised someone on your swords honor. That if you were able to change their fate you won't hesitate doing so. Unless your honor and dignity as a swordswoman is worth nothing, and you are a person who goes back on their words, please do go into oblivion.}

Just then something came in my mind. “I’ve remembered something that my brother taught me.” I looked up and met his gaze “Newton’s 3rd law of motion. An object is at rest if it stays at rest and if an object is in motion, it stays in motion UNLESS acted by an external force.” He looked at me with a puzzled expression. I smiled brightly and raised my hands “Me! I am an external force! I bet the author didn’t anticipate that a transmigrator will possess her book. With this, I can turn the tables around and let our fate be within our grasp, not on some hands of another person!” His expression brightened a bit but his eyes are still showing concern. “But how will you do that? You will become an

Whut the fudge! Like.. Mind blown! I could die happy now! So this is why the heroine falls for the male lead, how embarrassing. If I transmigrate to another world, I'd rather be the villainess who fights back than be the heroine who might faint from their whispers of love any time, anywhere. It is bad for my heart. So bad, tsk! "C-Caspian.. I'm not as great as you think," I said.

His head was ringing for a whole different reason although he knew who was the cause of it. He snickered ironically inwardly. The small girl that was sitting on his throne with one leg topples another and leaned sideways with a propping head and wearing a less scary mask that he found scary on earth was now somewhat looking at him with the same uninterested gaze. Nothing had changed. He was the loser, then, and he was the first loser now. Up until now, he was the sole loser of the people who entered this novel. While he was stagnant at one level, the others were moving forward. His sister, the supposed good sister, was now declared to be the third strongest transmigrator in this novel.

They aimed their guns at the thin figure standing near the edge. I slowly turned around and looked at them indifferently. “Moon, you are even more pathetic than I thought.” “Quincy!” Moon screamed as she stepped out from behind the mercenaries. “You think you’ve won? Today, I’ll send you to hell so you can reunite with Xavier!” “Is that so?” I chuckled scornfully. “Shoot him! Kill him!” Moon shouted madly. No one moved. The mercenaries froze as if paralyzed. Moon was dumbfounded. She turned to them and saw sheer terror on their faces.

Then, he turned stiffly toward the boxing machine Frank broke, immense fear showing clearly in his eyes. "Godfather…." Ivo, who had finally dared to breathe, dropped to his knees as he turned toward Tijil in terror, seeing the elderly man losing all composure. "T-Transcendent rank…" "What was that, Godfather?" "What was that, Mr. Stam?" Sanne, Ivo and the other Thousand Isles Guild members gathered around Tijil just then, trying to find out what Tijil was trying to say. "Transcendent rank… That man just now… is of the Transcendent rank…"

“Transmigrated? Ava, this isn’t funny. What do you mean by that? That doesn’t even make sense.” “I know it sounds crazy,” I said, my voice cracking. “But it’s the truth. Before this, I didn’t believe in anything like this either. But after I was pushed off the cliff by my ex-husband and step-sister, I thought I’d died. Instead, I woke up in this body. Your wife’s body.” Richard shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “Ava, stop. Just stop. This is ridiculous. You’re talking about some fantasy nonsense. Transmigration? Seriously? It sounds like you’ve lost your mind.”

"Everyone, I want to apologize for letting this escalate into such a massive issue. I never thought things would go this far. Regarding my dismissal as manager, I just found out at the exact same time as all of you. Tham never communicated anything to me privately. I want to firmly state that I have never stolen a single cent from him. You all know that I have been through thick and thin with Tham for years... right up until he got a girlfriend. I tried to look into this woman's background, and I found out she is completely unsuitable for him. I knew she was only using him for his money and connections. Furthermore, maybe this is because I am a trans woman. Yes, I am transgender. Once Tham f

For a long moment, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, silent, then I exhaled slowly. Of course. If I had transmigrated into a novel… then the first thing any reasonable person would try to do was simple. Change the plot. Just like every transmigrator in those stories, avoid the tragic ending, escape the fate written by the author. So that’s exactly what I tried to do, my first decision was simple. Divorce Salvatore Mancini. If Lena Carter’s tragedy began with this marriage… then removing the marriage should remove the tragedy too. It sounded logical, simple, almost laughably easy, until the day I tried it.