Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

Some moments Ago,

"Edward!" Amelia screamed as she saw Damian forcefully punching Edward, causing his body to be shoved against the wall without putting up a fight. The impact made Edward collide with the ground, rendering him unconscious.

'This body?...', Damien, on the other hand, after punching Edward, glanced towards his knuckles which were now covered in blood and had a fracture near the fingers. He could feel the pain, making him realize that his body was not strong enough to maintain his mental balance.

Technically, the human brain limits the amount of pressure muscles can exert to prevent harm to the muscles or bones. This restriction decreases the full capacity of muscles to exert force.

This can be proven by the fact that when adrenaline is released, this restriction is momentarily removed, causing muscles to push to their limits. However, this can result in the body burning out.

The same was true for Damien. His brain was already stronger than any cultivator present in this world, but his body seemed unable to withstand his unrestricted mind.

This made him realize that he needed to harden and strengthen his body first, as he had broken his own fingers just by landing a punch.

"What have you done, Damien?!" Amelia was well aware of Damien's punch, which seemed to be connected to his desire for revenge after Edward had punched him moments ago. Despite this, she wanted him to realize that there was no need for them to resort to physical violence at this moment.

There were multiple men standing outside armed with guns, yet here they appeared to be struggling with inner conflicts.

"It was him who punched me without judging the situation." Damien withdrew a handkerchief from his pocket and silently wiped his bloodied hand, indifferent to the pain that didn't bother him much, even with his broken fingers.

He glanced down at Edward, who had easily fallen for the simple trick and was now unconscious, beforw turning towards amelia with her Cold gaze adding," Don't tell me you expect me to just keep getting beaten."

"Are you serious? He did it because of a misunderstanding that you caused...never mind, just accept that you were wrong." Amelia rubbed her forehead, already getting fed up with the series of events since the moment she arrived.

He was acting strangely, trying everything to get her attention - whether it was slapping her to make her think about him or going as far as making her fall from a height just so he could catch her and be seen as a hero in her eyes.

Amelia could clearly see that it was a deliberate attempt to make her only focus on him, but there was a limit to how much she could bear, and now it was irritating her.

"And what if I don't?"

"What?" Noticing some unexpected words spoken in a flat tone, Amelia raised her gaze towards the man who was placing his handkerchief in his pocket. She narrowed her eyes and felt confused, wondering if she was about to witness another drama from this man.

"I asked, What if I don't accept that I was wrong, then?", Damien firmly stated as he looked towards Amelia, his expression cold and uncaring. He had already achieved what he wanted for now.

"You are testing my patience, Damien," Amelia folded her hands while using one to rub her forehead. She knew he was now taking this whole situation in the wrong direction.

Earlier, she wanted to do her best to prevent him from marrying Emilia, as she considered it a real marriage.

Not because she feared losing him, but because her reputation would be tarnished if people found out that after pursuing her for 5 years, the heir of the Raphael group chose a woman from a Mafia family.

It would be a stain on her, Amelia Crimwell, to be seen as inferior to a woman from such a disreputable background.

But now, it seemed her efforts were in vain, as Damien did not understand the seriousness of his actions.

"Sigh" Damien sighed, slipping his hands into his pockets as he approached Amelia. With a chilling smile, he said,"First, you will lose your patience. Then, you will lose your mind. After that, your ambitions, your pride, and everything you have worked for will vanish. It's just that your patience was the cheapest thing to test right now."

"Damien! You have crossed the line!" Amelia attempted to free her hand once more, instinctively wanting to slap him, but the memory of his earlier slap made her clench her hand tightly. She glared at the man with visible anger, feeling powerless to do anything beyond that.

Her anger originated from his audacity to critique her diligent efforts. As a woman carving out her place in the business world on her own terms, she now felt challenged by this man who threatened to dismantle all of her hard work.

Only she could perceive the extent of her current rage.

"DON'T SHOUT AT ME!" In an instant, after already hearing her yell several times, Damien also cried out loudly, much more dominantly than her, to let her know that crying and screaming her words won't make them true or have any effect on him.

If she can yell, then he can also do the same in the end with more energy.

"Y-you, did you just yelled on me?" Amelia's folded hands loosened the moment she heard him shouting at her. It was the first time someone had tried to speak so loudly to her, especially him, as he always remained silent and tried to do everything in her favor.

'What the hell?', In that instant, the last shred of favor she had for him disappeared.

Naturally, she wanted him to stay away from Emilia in an attempt to protect his(*her) reputation, but now that was no longer the case.

𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶!

[ 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝟺𝟾 (𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙) 𝚝𝚘 𝟸𝟽 (𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎). ]

'Heh, pity you, Damien,' Damien can't help but feel amused seeing how, even after pursuing her for five years, the most this pitiful man could achieve was being friend zoned.

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