Transmigrating As An Extra Third-rate Villain Novels & Stories

Andrew was subjected to beatings and verbal insults every day. It seemed that he had truly lost his mind. He would constantly mumble to himself in a crazed tone while scrubbing robotically. "Go back… I have to go back to the present… Diana… Take me home, honey! This isn't real… I was transmigrated here, so I can definitely transmigrate back to the present… I have to find a way… I have to…" He would either be doused with a bucket of freezing, filthy water in the next second, or someone would smash a wooden bat against his back.

“Then why are they trying to take it from me?” “Because your experiment worked.” “What?” “You created something the four creators couldn't.” The reflection pointed toward the darkness. “People who could choose.” Elara stared. “They want that power.” “Yes.” “And the fifth world?” “Isn't a world.” Elara frowned. “Then what is it?” The reflection smiled. “It's freedom.” A loud crack echoed through the darkness. The mirror shattered. Elara turned. The four creators appeared. The Creator of Flame stepped forward. “Enough.”

His workout wouldn't make up for not being in his true vessel, but he needed to build Terrance's body much as possible. He anticipated the battle anxiously; there was nothing he wanted more than to face Valeur. Valeur transmigrated them away from their true vessels, and he always assumed it was only to weaken them. Unlike Phuture, Dark could remember every detail of himself before transmigration. He could remember the war against Valeur and that he couldn't kill Phuture due to her intangibility. Their biggest flaw in the war against Valeur was that they weren't individually able to defeat him, leading to only one technique damaging against their biggest foe.

“That is what I want to ask you, Lily. You are Matthew's mate, and you want to help Gabriel. Why?” There was a brief moment of silence between us. I watched her as she panicked and seemed to be lost for words before she finally managed to speak, “Let's say I have seen something in him no one has. A side darker than the night and the way he abandoned me in a rogue pack… is enough for me to betray him.” I was satisfied with Lily's answer. Even in my past life, I would have done the same if I had that opportunity. The thing that I wanted the most in my previous life was to see Matthew lose his quest.

Lila's mouth twitched. She instinctively covered her face. [System! This NPC has become sentient!] System: [...] I watched her expression. Crossed my legs. Swayed my foot. My tone was casual. "You have the loosest lips I've ever seen. You just blurt everything out." "Add to that your obsession with following the script and trying to steal someone else's man, and combined with my extensive reading experience? It's classic transmigration fiction." "I just didn't think it actually existed."

Now how was I supposed to go to and do my job and catch some illegal transmigrants. I couldn't help but grumble and scowl at the thought. If I just go out of the window as I did at the station people will think that I'm weird or even think that I'm some kind of thief! And if I go out casually through the door, they would most probably hear the door open and would obviously grow suspicious of me. And I don't want that to happen I like where I am right now, contented even. 'Great work Olivia Lilan, you just fucked up big time! You freaking dumbass bitch!'

"This should answer all your questions." "You mean..." If I were keeping up with this man's sporadic thought process, then this book should be about body snatchers. Surging forward, I looked at the cover, taking in the gold letters that read Transmigration. Lifting a brow, I looked up from it and back to Geofrey. "You don't even know what it was that you did?" He huffed, seeming to be becoming genuinely fed up with me. "Your soul transmigrated from your original body to the one you're in now."

' "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!'

Seeing them, Avery became dignified and hurriedly closed the door that was Azalias's behind. "Oh? Am I that popular with you guys to search for me through the whole city?" Azalias knew their remark was sarcastic, and he was thinking in his heart, "Fuck! I am really fucked up now! What should I do now? Whose place I took in this fucking transmigration system?"

If provoked, I am capable of becoming evil, and if it is necessary to accomplish my objectives, I will never perish in hell by myself. Then I burst out laughing hysterically. “What's the---" This young man, Xander, who had been holding my chin before, moves back and releases his hold on my face as I begin to laugh uncontrollably. Most women would behave like wolves' prey—rabbits. But I'm unique; I'm not just any average woman; I'm a time traveler known as a regressor, and I'll never blow this chance that has been handed to me. Even if it puts my life in jeopardy, I won't make a mistake this time.