Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

[ 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍, 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍. ]

𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶!

[ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕. ]

[ 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝? ]

"Not now, let's first deal with this," Damien said, giving a sharp tug to confirm whether the man was really dead. After all, taking risks in such scenarios could be dangerous, and since most people leave some evidence in such cases, he was cautious enough.

"Sigh, how hectic," Damien loosened his grip as he leaned his head back on the back seat with a yawn, unable to help but feel bored due to all this hard work he had to do alone, without someone present to dirty their hands for him. But then again, to eliminate any eyewitness, he would have killed that person too, so it wasn't worth having a sidekick.

Damien didn't even trust himself, let alone others.

"Phew~, it's a cold night." Damien opened the door before adjusting his suit and glancing in the direction from where they had arrived and then towards the highway.

Due to this area being underdeveloped, there weren't many vehicles passing on the road; mostly, a few were passing from the highway, providing a blind spot for Damien as he opened the front door of the car, looking at the sleeping officer who had finally gotten rest after so much work.

Damien stretched his hand before taking out the body, which was lighter due to its small height, easily allowing him to carry the now-dead body before opening the back of the car where lay the shovel he had ordered this man to bring for his own burial.

"I bet everyone would want an employer like me; after all, who would give his employees such eternal peace and rest, right, constellations?"

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Vrooomm!

On the asphalt, a black sedan sped along the highway, maintaining the speed limit. The woman behind the wheel, her expression cold and focused, kept her sharp eyes fixed on the road.

'I shouldn't have left my daughter alone, but...' she thought, a wave of guilt washing over her. But she knew she had to reach the company quickly; she had already notified all the board members to assemble as soon as possible. Time was of the essence, and she needed to take control of the situation to secure the company's future.

The sooner she could make a decision, the sooner she could turn things around.

'?!'

"STOP IT!, NOOOO!" She cried out as her eyes widened in shock as a truck suddenly veered into the wrong lane, barreling down the highway towards her. Panic surged through her as she slammed her foot on the brakes.

The woman's heart pounded in her chest as the car screeched, the tires screaming against the asphalt in a desperate attempt to stop. But it was too late.

CRASH!

The impact hit like a thunderclap. The truck collided with the sedan's front, crumpling the metal like paper. The car spun wildly, the force of the collision lifting it off the ground.

"Khuck!?" Her body lurched forward, restrained only by the seatbelt digging into her chest and shoulders. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the steering wheel, eyes wide with terror as the world outside became a blur of metal and sky.

Thud!

"Argh!?" The car hit the ground, bouncing twice before sliding on its side across the asphalt. Sparks flew, the metal grinding against the road with a horrific screech. The airbag exploded, slamming into her face and chest with a dull thump, forcing the air from her lungs.

"N-no..." Her head snapped to the side, a sharp pain shooting down her neck. Her vision blurred, the adrenaline numbing the agony spreading through her body. Blood trickled down her forehead, warm and sticky, as her breathing became ragged.

Finally, the car came to a halt, resting on its side in a mangled mess.

The sound of shattering glass, hissing steam, and the faint hum of the engine sputtering its last breath filled the silence that followed.

The woman's chest heaved as she struggled to stay conscious, her fingers trembling as they slipped from the steering wheel; only the last few words could make their way out, "S-om..hel..

"Should I kill her?" Two men jumped out of the truck, which had damage in front, before they swiftly moved towards the car, arriving there as they noticed the woman still breathing with a blood-drenched body.

"Go take those papers, I will deal with her." With those words, the other man pulled a gun from his back, removing the safety lock as he pointed the gun at the woman who was still able to see things blurry.

'Is this it?', The woman's eyes were drenched in blood, and drops mixed with her tears as she saw herself facing the same fate as her husband. All her hard work to reclaim the legacy of her husband was brought to nothing as the man pulled his trigger.

BANG!

"KUGH! Run, it's police!" Before the bullet could aim at its target, a police car collided directly with the man, throwing his body six feet away as he clenched his chest and stumbled toward the other side of the lane, following his comrade who, retrieving the papers, instantly leaped inside a black van.

"Damn you bastards! How dare you harm Aunt!" Damien swiftly left the car while holding a phone whose display was lit and instantly sprinted toward the black sedan, which was soon engulfed in flames. As he arrived near it, he pulled the door open, crying, "Aunt! How did this happen?"

'D-Damien?', the woman thought, not able to clearly see everything, but she could understand how the arrived car had just saved her life, causing her to burst into tears due to the pain shrouding her body, crying as she repeated, "H-he..lp."

"Y-yes, instantly," Damien lunged forward inside as he opened the seatbelt, pulling the woman from the car, which soon blasted, but he covered the woman while slightly getting burned on his back, "Kughhh... A-are you alright?"

"P-plea-se s-ave me," the woman pleaded as her life flashed in front of her eyes, clenching Damien's collar to support her body while seeing how he had just saved her from the blast that could have killed her instantly. Overwhelmed by pain, she apologized, "I..-am sorr-y."

Her mind replayed how she had disregarded his help, and now had reached the deathbed; right now, the most she wanted to do was apologize to him and request, "Pl-ease, ta-ke c-are of Emilia."

"A-aunt!—" Damien shouted as he struggled to lift the semi-conscious woman, a cold glint passing through his eyes before it vanished as he directed his gaze to the phone's display, where a woman was depicted running, her eyes brimming with tears. The image of her wedding gown and red-rimmed eyes disappeared behind her anguished cries.

"Mom! Damien! Save my mom....sob...Damien! Help her please!" Emilia cried out through the call, her voice breaking as she had been on video call with Damien a few moments ago, where he had just video called her, but now she was seeing everything falling apart like this. She once again repeated as through the camera of the phone she saw her mother's state, "DAMIEN, PLEASE!"

"Calm down, Emilia, I will not let anything happen to her." Damien slowly stood as he cut the call, where he could see the young woman on the other side broken into tears as she sprinted out of her house.

Putting the phone into his pocket, he looked at the bloodied body of the unconscious woman, sighing as with a snicker, he tilted his head and wished, 'Hope you don't miss your husband too much, Aunt; after all, Emilia would have no one except me to lean on if something happened to you.'