Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

{:-It's the memories that others will awaken; you can read it to know exactly what would have happened with the original Damien.}

It has been 3 years since the destruction of Raphael Groups and the emergence of the Harrison family, which has since surpassed them in strength by a total margin of 10.3 billion NR.

Today marks 5 years since the sole heir of Raphael Groups, Damien Raphael, lost his status as an heir.

Subsequently, his stepsister received the family's power, and he was then married to a woman from the Harrison family after being rejected by Amelia Crimwell, whom he had pursued for five years.

And today marked the date of final closure of last remaining small Raphael group's textile business.

"Young Master, please escape this place," a woman with half-burned face, yet showing her once-beautiful milky white skin and plump bust in a black assassin dress, knelt in front of a malnourished man whose eyes reflected exhaustion.

"N-no, Grandfather chose my sister, but she betrayed us. The most I could do is at least protect my mother's last remaining house," seated on the chair with an exhausted expression, once called the incompetent heir of Raphaels—Damien Raphael—was jotting down an application letter with trembling hands to none other than Amelia Crimwell. It was his last hope for her to purchase the last remaining wooden house which was being auctioned to provide compensation to investors. That house was where he had spent 7 years with his mother before she died.

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Suddenly, a vibration from the nearby phone caused Damien's eyes to turn towards a phone displaying an unknown number. He lifted the phone and answered, "Hello? Who is this?"

"You idiot! Leave that place! Can't you use your brain?!" boomed a womanly voice from the other end of the line, causing Damien's exhausted eyes to widen before returning to their tired state. With a broken smile, he said, "It's been five years since we last talked, Amelia."

"Shut up, idiot. How could you be so stupid? Those people are coming for you. Leave right now!" The voice sounded urgent and warning, but Damien couldn't help but grit his teeth, his eyes showing resignation to his fate. He added, "Why do you care? Wasn't it you who told me to stay away from you? You never understood me, Amelia."

"....Haah, really, Damien, can't you see where you are today? I have everything now: money, status, and what I wanted. But you?" The voice seemed to sigh as it pointed out that the passage of time had brought her the choices and life she desired, causing Damien to look at his hands, now calloused unlike his old self when he belonged to the uncaring heir of the Raphael groups.

"Yeah, you are right. Congratulations on marrying Edward, Amelia," Damien said, clenching his fist as he lifted his gaze towards the dimly lit room's door. His face appeared lost, as if he had lost everything.

"What? What marriage? Have you lost your—BAM! " Before the words from the call could be completed, the door of the room burst open, shattering into several pieces.

"Young mater!" The woman quickly moved her sword forward, blocking the pieces before they could hit the man directly.

"Hahaha, so Vandiana panthera's dog is still alive," boomed a voice from the silhouette standing with hands in pockets and kicking the door open with one leg.

"Shut up!" The woman glared with her eyes filled with intense energy, her eyes turning red before launching herself while crying out, "You bastards would have never won if it weren't for your backstabbing!"

"Hold her, Edward," the voice came from the shadow before a man launched from behind and kicked the woman directly with a flip, sending her hurling towards the wall.

"Ugh?!" As she felt a powerful blow to her left side, the woman instinctively turned in that direction. Despite the impact, she managed to steady herself and counterattack with her sword, only for it to be ensnared in the gauntlet worn by Edward.

"Don't move, sweetheart. We just need to take care of that scumbag. You can leave after, or maybe we can have some fun first...your body could be just my type. Haha." A different man stepped up, his purple hair and eyes matching as he licked his tongue flirtatiously while eyeing the woman whose sword Edward had halted.

"Young master! Run away!" Witnessing the arrival of three men— Edward, the purple-haired man, and the mysterious shadow—the woman felt a strong sense of urgency to flee. She knew that their power levels far surpassed her own and even caused death of her Master, Vandiana Panthera.

Despite the poisoning being carried out by none other than Sister of Damien Raphael.

"No, Please you can kill me, leave her" A tired voice came from the direction that Woman was looking, only to see a man slowly rising from his seat, stumbling as he made his way towards her. He was holding a cane to support his prosthetic leg.

Something that resulted from his actions was saving Vandiana from an accident, causing her to give this man her protection and ultimately making enemies of three men who ultimately killed her.

Indeed, Vandiana Panthera, being protected in a car accident (even though she didn't need it because of her cultivaion being on a nascent soul level), became interested in the brave man who protected her but lost his leg in that car accident.

She decided to grant him her protection in return.

Unfortunately, she met her demise due to the betrayal of the man's sister, who had been plotting to destroy Raphael groups from the beginning.

Even up to the very end, she refused to retract her words and remained poised as she allowed him and the other woman to escape, all while staying true to her promise and fighting these three in the poisoned state.

'I should have just died before', Damien looked at all three of them with his broken body, unsure of what he had done to become their enemy.

Either it was because he courted the woman for five years, whom that man loved, or if he got engaged to a woman from the Harrison family who manipulated him until the end, or if it was his own step-sister who destroyed her own family.

Damien didn't understand anything, but it was clear that if he died, everything would be better.