Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

"Hmm, let's see," Damien seated himself on the bonnet of one of the cars while looking at his phone as he was doing something just 200 meters away from him. Flames from the explosion were engulfing the area, but due to the falling rubble of the factory, they were slowly being extinguished.

It had already been more than 3 minutes since the explosion occurred, which had broken the walls of the factory that had already been weakened due to lack of maintenance. The explosion was strong enough to fill the area with intense heat for several meters. The walls were collapsing while suppressing the fire.

[Activating voice transformation.]

"H-hello, BBQ n-news." Damien was dialing the number displayed on the caller ID, which showed the name of the news agency where the woman, now trapped beneath the debris, had worked. He lifted the phone to his ear.

:: Who are you, and why is Saliya's phone with you? ::

"Cough! Argh, I am her colleague; Saliya is dead." Damien coughed while adjusting his voice to sound like an innocent man who was injured beyond exhaustion, hardly able to call and communicate with the news agency, feigning the most over-the-top painful tone he could muster.

:: D-dead?! Don't joke with me! It's impossible! N-no, w-was that those rich bastards?! ::

Hearing the voice, Damien could clearly understand which bastards were referred to—the Crimwell or Raphael family. Given that, after the news of Damien's banishment and last night's kidnapping events, which were covered by these reporters who were now getting a sunbath, it was possible for those families to suppress and search for this particular reporter.

"Urgh! I-I don't know, but it was someone from last night. P-please record the call, since I will not survive longer." Damien slowly stood from the car as he saw the flames were now under control and likely extinguished as he made his way slowly toward the factory.

:: N-no! Wait, wait, tell me your location! I am recording. ::

"C-Crimwell family! Cough!? I-it was a bodyguard whom Sir D-Damien had arrested last n-night." Damien kept speaking while resting one hand in his pocket, as the other held the phone and moved toward the direction from where he could hear groans and someone's cries.

"W-water... water..."

Thanks to the purification of his body and his advancement to the body refinement stage, he could distinctly perceive the cry even from a great distance due to his sharpened senses.

:: Wh-what Crimwell?! Tell me more, who exactly?! ::

"H-his name was Edw-ard—Urgh?!—He was subdued by Sir Damien and got arrested yesterday night b-but due to jealousy, L-lin Wanruo helped him escape from the main headquarters." Damien kept feeding the information, knowing well that most likely this call recording would soon be displayed on all the news channels, given that the family in question was the Crimwell family, not the Raphaels.

Naturally, Damien was well aware that this particular news would soon spread more due to the influence of the Raphael Group. They would hope to distract the public view, which was currently focused on their heir's kidnapping and the banishment of their heir, and redirect it towards the Crimwell family.

After all, the public only needs more exciting news to forget older stories. Considering the news spreading about the Raphael Group, who would never want to bear any taints on their name, they would most likely choose to sacrifice the Crimwell family and the Police Department of Camphrian City.

In the end, this is how hierarchy worked, and right now Damien was going to use the Raphael Group to crush the Crimwell family without even having the title of heir himself.

:: What? So-so, the Lin family is also involved? ::

"N-no, it was Lin Wanruo's personal jealousy since Sir Damien had rejected her proposal to spend a night with her—Argh!—Sh-she is a b-itc.... Beeeeeppp." Upon uttering those words, Damien released his hold, letting the phone drop from his ear, and then proceeded to crush it beneath his feet.

:: H-hello— crack

"Hm, now, should we see our roasted shrimps?" Due to his body undergoing physical enhancement, he had enough force to turn the phone into crushed pieces, which were impossible to restore. He continued to rub his foot to destroy the SIM card before making his way toward the factory.

".....urgh...w-water." One of the officers, who had somehow distanced himself from the others due to his athleticism, was nearer to the door. His whole body was burned in the flames, but he was somehow still alive, looking upward with his burned body, asking for water.

"Weren't you the one who pointed a gun at me?" Damien arched his brows as he arrived near the rubble, observing three or four dead bodies lying scattered on the ground in broken states, with blood likely dried due to the flames. The bodies were completely burned, with no hair and eyebrows or skin left to identify which officer had pointed a gun at him.

"....y-ye...h-help." Hardly able to form words due to his vocal cords being damaged, and with intense pain bombarding his mind, the officer accepted with hope for at least a drink of water at the door of death.

"Water? Here you go." Damien moved his hands down before unzipping his pants and started to pee.

Drip drip

While looking with a grin at the now completely ridden body of the man who was receiving the water in his final moments of life directly from Damien's penis as he urinated on him, the officer, with heavy eyes, slowly succumbed to death, feeling that he was no longer looking at a human.

"....Kugh...n-no." From a distance, the technician who had tried to push Damien crawled out from beneath the rubble. Though a few bones in his body remained intact due to jumping inside one of the metal barrels, the explosion had thrown the entire barrel a considerable distance away. He had been shielded from the heat, but in the process, his lungs were punctured by his own ribs.

His jaw hung loosely due to fractures, while the bones in his limbs had disintegrated into a powder-like substance from the heavy impact.

"Oh, isn't there one more here?"

Suddenly, a chilling voice reached the ears of the man who had barely crawled out of the container. His trembling eyes looked towards the man in front of him, standing with a green shadow covering his face, revealing laughter stretching to his ears as he peed on a dead body. This sight instantly sent a chill down the man's spine.

His whole body, already exhausted and injured, felt like it was shattering as he tried to shake his head, with snot and saliva dripping as he begged, "N-no!... Agh.... Someone.... help!"

"Don't cry, I will not kill you," Damien zipped his pants before moving towards that man who tried to crawl away from there while hearing his words as his heart raced due to pain and internal bleeding. He could feel that if he didn't escape now, he would die the most miserable death.

So right now the man was aware that death was inevitable due to all the injuries to his body and the pain which numbed all his senses. So the most he could do was not die a dog's death like that officer.