Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

"Meaning? Isn't it obvious?" Pointing the gun's muzzle at Damien's head, the officer clearly showed a murderous intent, with a face that displayed his determination to pull the trigger.

'Isn't this déjà vu?' Feeling the gun pointed at his head, Damien was forced to remember last night's events when Lin Wanruo had also pointed a gun at him, unaware of the consequences that would not end with just her being suspended.

"I-I understand," Damien said, with hesitation in his voice, as he slowly lifted his hands in surrender, showing a hint of fear. He was going to such lengths only because he had a different plan to deal with these people now that they had shown him their fangs.

Naturally a lenient person, Damien had thought to give them a peaceful and kind death, where their bodies would turn into small pieces due to the explosion without giving them the time to even blink, but now it seemed these people didn't deserve his mercy.

"Move!" Seeing one of his colleagues pointing a gun at Damien, the technician who had been tasked with distracting Lin Wanruo inside the lift came forward with a smirk, trying to push Damien back. It was futile, as it felt like his hand was pressing against a wall, even though it was on Damien's chest.

"Okay, I am moving," Damien nodded and gave a small blink to the woman reporter, who had been dazed since the moment she first saw him. She kept looking at him with a blush, finding him somehow more appealing.

Unbeknownst to them, this was also the reason why the officers or others were reacting so aggressively towards Damien; they were feeling inferior to him either in charm or in personality.

Though their minds blamed it all on him lying to them and wanting to put Damien in his place, in reality, they were unconsciously feeling inferior to him in every respect, which was making them act hostile towards him, although they were not accepting or aware of it themselves.

Thump thump.

"W-wait, I-I will go first," the woman reporter on her own initiative came forward, trying to act and present herself in a more appealing and attractive way to Damien by speaking in a soft voice, unlike her usual self, while acting all shy and innocent.

'T-This bastard!' It didn't take long for her colleagues to understand why she had just accepted what Damien said, making them glare at him. Their frustration increased even more the moment they saw Damien looking toward them with a grin as if mocking them.

"E-excuse me." With a catwalk, trying hard even with her average face and body features, she moved in front inside the factory, while her eyes slightly wanted to feel the way Damien was looking at her from behind.

"You are excused." Damien, with a calm smile, followed behind her while focusing on her movements, particularly the balanced hips that were like a pendulum, giving away proper curves at which his eyes were fixed on her phone.

Indeed, his eyes were fixed on the phone he had placed in her back pocket, while others who followed him were glaring from behind, seeing how this man was truly known for his useless and worthless personality, which was evident as he was looking at the hips of that innocent woman.

"Where is the money?" Arriving inside the factory, which was completely empty, while filled with several old barrels and cans containing the raw material of this abandoned factory, they all looked towards Damien.

"Hm, it will be soon 2 minutes in few seconds and given the distance, it would take all of you 1 minute to reach the door, I see," Damien nodded and gazed outward, his grin resembling that of a devil, sneaky and mischievous, which made those standing behind him recoil slightly as an unsettling feeling washed over them.

"What does that mean?" The officer pointing his gun at Damien clearly tightened his grip on the trigger, prepared to click it at any moment as he inquired, feeling suspicious at those words which didn't make any sense right now.

"Nothing, it's just I would not waste all of your time here now and give all of you enough time to run away after telling you that there is a bomb in that container," Damien with a calm smile pointed towards two drums where he had implemented a stopwatch which had reached 1 minute 10 seconds, before his body suddenly vanished in front of their eyes.

'?!?!'

"B-bomb?!"

"D-don't bluff—?!" Hearing the information about the bomb, all of them were shocked as their heads were fixed on the particular barrels that Damien had pointed to before turning towards him, but they noticed he had vanished from there, causing them to instantly turn their heads here and there to find where he went.

"Woohoo, here, come fast or all of you will die!"

Suddenly the voice very familiar to them came from the entrance of the factory, causing all of them to glance in that direction as they saw Damien covering more than a hundred meters of distance in a blink, now standing there while waving towards them. In that moment of shock, their minds seemed to fall into a trance.

Was there really a bomb here? And even if there was, then why had Damien warned them? What if this was some other trick of his?

Several thoughts crossed their minds, but all vanished the moment their eyes caught sight of that particular woman beside them screaming, "B-BOOMBB!"

Officers and reporters instantly turned their gazes towards the woman who had just opened one of the barrels while looking into it, as her legs became numbed and she fell on her back, her face horrified, drenched in sweat, eyes trembling as she stretched her hand towards her colleagues, with a barely audible voice, "H-help..."

"Run!" All of them, without even thinking of helping the woman, instantly turned towards the entrance, running as fast as they could, not knowing when the bomb would blast, as their only hope was to run towards the entrance where Damien stood, clearly signifying the range of the bomb was not that long if Damien was standing there.

"Pffft."

Amid the chaos, it felt as though their last shred of hope was taunting them. As they ran, their eyes widened in panic at the sight of Damien's grin. One hand clutched a phone, while the other gestured mockingly. His form disappeared as if by magic, appearing only as a sinister silhouette that laughed at their misery, leaving behind a chuckle like a devil.

Zwwoooo—BOOOOOM!

Before long, a searing light engulfed their eyesight, muffling their screams and pleas while a deafening roar reverberated around them.

The intense heat rapidly incinerated their garments and outer layers of skin, silencing their cries that were trapped within the collapsing walls, which soon gave way to the force of the explosion.

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"Hel—KkHhrGghh!!!"

The intensity was such that it immediately caused the barrels containing raw magnesium to disintegrate. Since this was an abandoned paint factory, the oxidizers present in the barrels magnified the minor explosion, triggering a chain reaction that led to all of them detonating.

Soon, the whole factory turned to rubble.