Biohuman - Chapter 698 The Red And Yellow Foxes

‘Where is the logic in transmigrating in a transmigration novel…!!’This transmigration novel’s title was “I Transmigrated, But I Became the Granddaughter of the Villain”.In other words, it’s the story of the original, REAL female lead… and I ended up transmigrating as the villainess who torments the female lead!Playing the role of the villainess who does all sorts of evil things to the female lead and then later suffers greatly?I can’t believe my life’s genre suddenly turned into a wretched tragedy without my say on the matter!I can’t live like this!‘Please save me!’But before the female lead could even appear, so many things just kept happening in front of me.“You’re the one with dirty blood. Right? I’ve been hearing people say that you wag your bum like an idiot to get food. Like a beggar.”“…”‘You’re all dead.’I, Erylotte, have transmigrated as the villainess of a wretched tragedy novel, known for its highest level of difficulty.At the age of three, I must make my way through life by using the original storyline to find my path. But…‘Ehh?’Why was the villainous duke, my grandfather, suddenly treating me well? Why did my dad, who was supposedly far away because he received the grandfather’s disdain, suddenly appear?And why were my older brothers being so annoyingly clingy?Moreover.‘What the heck.’[Erylotteeeee, so dangerously cuteㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ] [Ahhㅠㅠ I’m sorry for cursing you out before, I didn’t know you transmigrated ㅠㅠㅠ Turns out there’s this kind of settingㅠㅠㅠ] [Gotcha, it’s a wretched tragedyㅠㅠ Isn’t this family situation almost apocalyptic?]↳ [I know right ㅋㅋㅠㅠ] [There’s some foreshadowing here… Aren’t the cookies poisoned?]I stared at the window that appeared in front of me like a hologram.‘This looks like the comment section on CoconutPage though?’Just how did it turn out like this?!

As a princess that could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne gets kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realizes that she’s in over her head.

She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent.

King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North.

Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring.

No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne.

However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be.

In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough.

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“Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.”

“Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?”

“Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.”

“Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers.

There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once.

Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles.

“I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out.

“Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.”

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A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.

A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The image of burning flames surrounding him.

The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.

“It’s a demon!”