Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

Visana was unable to control her anger, and in a fit of rage to attack the man who dared to lay his hands on her daughter, she fell from the bed, hitting the floor. Her body was already reaching its limit, where even her strong mind, honed from her previous profession as an assassin, seemed to be of little help.

Seeing a pitiful woman yelling at him and displaying her position as a mother, Damien couldn't help but want to provoke her even more. He slowly knelt from the table, setting it aside as he seated himself on his toes, not even daring to close the distance to her, having seen how her aim was directly toward his eyes just moments ago.

He added, "Pfft, not just my hand; I even laid my whole body and rubbed it hard all over your daughter."

"Damien!" The woman was unable to control her anger as she cried out, her hands stretching toward the man. Flat on the ground, she couldn't even lift her head due to being completely exhausted, as if her whole body were paralyzed. The only thing she could do was show her visible anger and feel helpless. Otherwise, she would have buried this man right then and there.

"Ahem, let's tease you some other time," Damien said, noting that just as he was drawn to tease Emilia all the time, he was now feeling the same urge toward her mother. He coughed as he focused on his work, standing and walking toward a drawer to take out the papers in an envelope that the doctor had provided him moments ago regarding the paternity test.

"So, Emilia is not your biological daughter, am I correct?" Damien threw the report directly toward Visana, who could only clench her fists as she saw all the papers scattered in front of her, her anger making her want to kill this man, even at the cost of suffering internal injuries or bleeding.

"You have cut your life short by doing this, Damien!" the woman yelled again while lying flat on the floor, dressed in a patient uniform and unable to move at all.

She felt frustrated by her helplessness as she thought about how the paternity test could provide proof that would convince Emilia she was not her biological mother, destroying all the efforts she had put in over the years to be a good and kind mother.

"Cry all you want; this room is soundproof," Damien said, scratching one ear. He reminded her of the hospital room's soundproof nature, meant to avoid outside noise disturbing the patients, as he folded his arms and looked down at her.

"Let me heal first—" Visana turned her face toward the marble floor, her breath scattering the dust nearby, her eyes red with the clear rage building up inside her. She finally recognized Damien as her enemy, the man who had pushed her to the corner where she felt compelled to touch her weapons, which she had promised never to do again, but was interrupted in the middle.

"I will not tell Emilia anything," Damien replied nonchalantly in a casual tone, his eyes fixed on her body, which was lying on the floor with her cascading hair covering her face.

"Do you think I would believe you?" Visana felt cornered by this man, who had information about something more precious to her than her own life. Now he was claiming he would not reveal these things to Emilia, as if trying to blackmail her.

"Don't believe me now; once I give you a football team of grandchildren, then—" Damien, observing how the woman was still acting stubbornly, averted his gaze toward the ceiling. As he expected, knowing well about this woman's weaknesses, she instantly interrupted.

"No, no, I believe you! I believe you," Visana said, unable to move her hands to cover her ears, which forced her to accept whatever he said, not wanting to hear any more nonsense about her daughter.

"Hm, now tell me why you care so much about Emilia when she isn't even your daughter?" Before getting to his priorities, Damien wanted to understand this woman's background and why she was reacting so strongly to the mention of Emilia, considering the two were not related by blood.

"You... how much do you know?" Visana, hearing his question about the reason, felt that she had fallen for this man's trick, revealing that she cared about Emilia through her overreaction to his taunts. This made her feel deceived, falling into such an obvious trap.

Naturally, given how he had just performed the paternity test, it was clear he wanted to confirm if Emilia was her daughter or not. When he saw she wasn't, he likely wanted to know if he could use Emilia against her. The situation was unlike her usual demeanor, and due to her exhaustion, she didn't catch it in time, losing her composure and revealing her particular weakness to him.

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"Nothing, so start talking," Damien said, not nearing even a hand's distance from this woman, feeling somewhat threatened by her presence as if that single shot from her had triggered his instincts into survival mode. Of course, once he tamed this woman, it would be much easier, but he needed to understand what this whole drama was about first.

"I was originally from the main city.....

Visana began recounting her story to Damien, explaining how Emilia's life changed when she was just nine years old. Emilia's real mother, Aisana, was killed by Visana's enemies during a visit to the main city.

At that time, Visana was a prominent member of an infamous assassination group called the Nightcrawler, recognized as the world's strongest with a remarkable success rate of 96% to 98%.

Visana was not only a founding member of the organization but had also taken on a mission to assassinate a member of the royal family. However, after successfully completing the mission, her client betrayed her, sending an army of assassins to kill her.

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