Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

"R-really?" Hearing Damien's words, the man momentarily understood that he couldn't trust this individual. Yet, knowing death was so close, he still inquired, hoping for a chance to survive.

"Yes, I will not kill you myself." Damien moved forward, slowly leaning before sitting on one of the rubble piles while the man's body lay in a bloody state near his feet. He looked up, resting his chin on his palm and supporting his elbow on his thighs, gazing at him with a smirk.

"...urgh... th-then…" The man, clearly understanding Damien's implication that he would not kill him, felt reassured that at least he would not die a dog's death. He was already certain that there was no chance for him to survive this.

"Your son is still six years old, right? And your wife, hm?" Damien, already conscious of his surroundings, had gathered family details of these individuals, making him well-aware that in a situation like this, he could easily threaten them. But seeing that this man was dying, he thought of using it to his advantage.

'?!'

"St-stop?! N-not my family..." A chill ran down the man's body the moment he heard Damien mention his family. He struggled against the pain and tried to lift himself, but it was all in vain, and he fell back again.

"Fine, fine, I will not harm them, but it depends on how you act," Damien said, seeing how he had positioned himself well, gesturing with his hand.

"Wh-what… Argh… t-tell me…" Due to heavy bleeding, the man realized he might hardly survive more than a few minutes, prompting him to inquire as he clenched his teeth, trying not to succumb to sleep and holding himself from falling into oblivion.

"Nothing, just simply say the Crimwell family and Lin Wanruo were the ones who did all this." Before moving away, Damien made his demand and waved his hand as the sounds of numerous police vehicles and reporters began to converge on the area.

In the end, as Damien had expected, the call he made to the news agency had already spread, given that the Raphael family would have boosted it within a few minutes of realizing it could be a chance to divert public attention towards others.

It may appear that big companies that contribute the most to a country's economy don't care about people's opinions and thoughts. But in truth, if public sentiment crosses a certain threshold, it becomes problematic, and major companies have to face backlash. Customers may begin to boycott their products or services.

So, amidst all the controversy surrounding the Raphael family, they were most likely trying to avoid losses or damage to shareholder trust, prompting them to address public perception first, even at the cost of sacrificing a few individuals. This was evident from the fact that reporters and police officers had already arrived at the scene.

Damien had already used a phone whose location tracking enabled the media and officers to pinpoint this place, all while destroying any evidence of his involvement in this case. The only person he called was that woman, whose phone was now turned to dust, including one of the officers who had been among those burned, which also destroyed his phone in the process. Enjoy reading at m,v lem|p,yr

"Fast! What happened here?!"

"Call the firefighters!"

"W-wait?! There's a survivor!"

One after another, the officers and reporters exited their vehicles, sprinting towards the rubble where remnants of flames still flickered. Given human greed, in a society where everyone is selfish enough to care about their own gain, each of them had a different perspective on the situation. Reporters, for instance, rushed to collect news that could be used against the Crimwell family and others.

'I-is this it?' Hearing the sounds of several individuals sprinting in his direction, the man in a broken state felt that this was the end for him—a moment where the most he could do was secure his family's safety.

"Cough! H-here, P-please h-help!" Even in that bloodied state, the man pulled himself as he crawled, holding onto the rubble. He lifted his body, waving his hands towards the reporters, ignoring the fact that his movements increased his bleeding. It was clear that survival was impossible, so right now, the most he could do was follow the orders given to him.

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'They will be busy for a while.' Damien, already a mile away from the scene, moved toward a public garden before taking a seat there, breathing heavily as he felt slightly exhausted and fatigued from using swift soul steps.

Under normal circumstances, the exertion would leave his body aching, but with the impurities eliminated and his physique upgraded, he only felt fatigue from running such great distances.

He had already dealt with the distractions involving the Lin family, the Crimwell family, and the Raphael family, who would likely become entangled in a complex game, ignoring him for a few moments. Damien felt the need to move, so he stood and walked out of the garden in the direction of the hospital, which was still two miles away.

Without a single penny to his name, he was unable to book a taxi. He had no choice but to walk.

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"M-mom?" Emilia entered the ICU, where a woman with bandages and a patient gown lay sleeping with an oxygen mask over her face. The sounds of machines were buzzing around her.

"When will she wake up?" Emilia inquired, looking toward the heartbeat monitor and other displays that showed her mother's current state—stable, but not well.

"We don't know, but it appears she has fallen into a coma," the nurse who had guided Emilia to the room said, bowing as she informed her about her mother's status. The woman had been through an intense accident that could have cost her life. However, it appeared she survived solely by her will to live.

It was as if she were fighting to avoid death, forcing herself with each breath to remain conscious and alive until the end.

But eventually, there is a limit to how far a human can push themselves with sheer will. This was evident from her present condition—she was now in a coma.