Transmigrating as an Extra Third-Rate Villain

If his boss...Ren went down; he was going down, too.

Raven muttered words that he thought he would never say in his life.

"If he dies, I die."

The character, famously known for his extreme isolation and refusal to trust or work with anyone, muttered these words.

If Ren could have heard them...a small smile would have formed on his face.

Shifting his gaze further upward, Raven stared daggers at the heads of the main cast and two recruiters.

And Raven didn't know how...but he was taking them with him.

Raven had always thought his death would be suicide or because he made some stupid mistake in business and scammed someone he shouldn't have.

Never in a million years would Raven have believed that he would die for a noble cause...such as protecting someone else or dying for his kingdom like a soldier.

Yet... a smile, not filled with happiness, but pure anger and desperation, formed on Raven's face as he took a step forward.

To at least two people in this world, Raven was going to die a noble death.

Sure, to the other billions of people in the world, he was going die as a criminal who dared to impersonate the military.

And, if that wasn't going to get people to hate him, what he was going to do next was.

But...who cared?

At least Raven and Zeng would know...even if one of them had passed away.

The old Raven...or any person with common sense would have scurried away.

After all, Raven, a civilian with no magic or combat talent, was facing the top students in the best combat academy alongside the number one and two youth talents.

It was like an ant facing the United States Navy.

However...rage is an emotion that doesn't take into account common sense...or survival.

As he took another step forward, Raven's hands curled into fists and shook as he stared ahead.

His eyes, betraying their normal calm and serene gaze, seemed to be endless.

If one stared into Raven's pupils at this moment, all they would see was a pitch-black void filled with countless negative emotions swirling together.

No words had to be said as Raven stepped forward.

Right beside him, Zeng silently stepped forward as well, his horns peeking out of his head and a sword appearing in his hand.

They were going out as murderers.

From his right, Raven whispered in an eerily calm voice.

"Hey, I'm killing those fuckers...stay away, Zeng; they're mine."

Zeng, matching Raven's pace, stayed silent as he took a step forward.

No matter how human or tamed Zeng was to Raven and Ren, in the end, he was a djinn at heart.

And djinns had desires...that would stop at nothing to achieve and even die for if necessary.

A demon, the force that grants power to djinns, carefully supervises their djinns, and if their djinn dies, they also lose a portion of their strength.

The power the demon grants to a djinn isn't a one-time thing...it can be increased and decreased, though never completely taken away.

Since Zeng's departure from the evil organization, his disappointed, supervising demon had taken away almost all of his power, only giving Zeng the bare minimum he had.

But...at that moment, a demon, in a faraway land, over 4fourthousand miles away, suddenly halted.

Unfortunately, demons aren't able to see the location of the djinns they assign power to or see what's around them.

However, they can sense their djinn's emotions...if they're intense enough.

Sensing a strong desire for murder, a smile appeared on the demon's face.

"Finally...give them hell."

Within seconds, the demon crumpled to the ground as he felt almost all of his power leaving him and transferring to another source.

"Make me proud."

The demon had bet all his chips on Zeng, who was a pair of cards in a game of poker. Experience more content on My Virtual Library Empire

If Zeng died, then the demon would lose his chips and a significant amount of power, lowering his ranking in the demon world.

However...if Zeng wins and fulfills his desire, the demon's power will increase.

After all, demons gain power through stealing artifacts and killing, even if it's their djinn who does it for them.

Back in the vault, a sudden dark-purple aura began surrounding Zeng as his muscles seemed to bulge out his clothes, growing bigger and bigger with every passing second.

A small blood-red hue began to leak out of Zeng's eyelids, creating a blood-red cloud that covered his face.@@novelbin@@

Just then, the ground quaked as Principal Seraphina landed inside the barricade, right next to Liam and in front of the unknown figure.

Ruby, who was now standing behind Raven and Zeng, stared at them with confused expressions.

Ren, being the mastermind he was, had made a plan for all situations...even his possible death and disappearance.

The old Ren, or when Ren had just transmigrated into the world, wouldn't have cared about Raven or Zeng, as in his own words, "I'm dead, so it's not my problem!"

However, Ren cared enough to make a plan, as he knew his death was a possibility in this situation.

And, he had entrusted that to Ruby.

However...despite seeing Ren drop into the steaming hot pool of lava that would fry and kill anyone within seconds, Ruby's expression was eerily calm.

Irene had been casting fireball spells at Ren's figure on the ceiling like the other magicians, so Ruby had been left to her own devices.

As Ruby paused her gaze on Zeng's figure, her expression suddenly darkened.

He was overflowing with power... too much power for him to handle.

A thing like that wouldn't go unnoticed by Principal Seraphina, who, despite Zeng's powerup, could still strike the djinn down within a second.

But...Raven knew that.

He knew that fighting them head-on was impossible from the start.

That's why he was getting closer and closer...to the body that everyone seemed so afraid of.

Even his boss had screamed in fear upon seeing the body, so it had to be dangerous...dangerous enough to kill them.