Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

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INVENTORY »⟩

1. Resurrection pill -- (only for animals)

2. Brush (100% clean)

3. Salary bonus coupon (auto-redeem once mission is finished)

4. Healing potion (can even regenerate a severed limb)

5. Cultivation initiation for others

6. Body refinement pill

7. Reward box for first kill

8. Dual Cultivation Technique (current body is unsuitable)

9. Swift Soul Steps (granted as the newbie pack when signed into this world)

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Damien looked towards the window in front of him, seated on the bed, as it was early in the morning. Slowly, the sunrise was occurring, and Emilia was sleeping exhaustingly beside him in deep sleep.

Zzz-zz-z

It felt funny how, even being an adult and acting so seamlessly last night, she was sleeping boldly beside him, completely naked with only a thin blanket over her.

Ignoring her, he focused on dealing with the problem in front of him, which was about learning the dual cultivation technique, that would help him in the short term until he was able to lift all restrictions over his body. Until that moment, he needed strength.

His eyes turned towards the inventory screen in front of him, observing each of the rewards he had gotten in this place after completing missions. While going through his options, his eyes fell on the last option, which was an ability he got when accepted to join this mission as a bonus factor provided to him due to his star employee badge.

He would get any random overpowered ability, and among those was the ability to move a very short distance around an area of ten steps with a speed of 120 meters/second, equivalent to the speed of a normal bullet.

This was the ability he had used to dodge Edward's attack and even inflict knife attacks on Raven Harrison.

He had previously used it in several places in these past few days, but there was a significant limit to it, which was his own body experiencing intense pressure when he used it, so he kept it to a minimum.

'Give me the body refinement pill,' he said, and to tackle the same problem which was stopping him from growing further—his own body's weakness—he directly tapped on the pill, which appeared reddish-black in color.

Gulp

He swallowed the pill whole and waited for a few moments.

Slowly, a black liquid began to emerge from his pores, oozing visibly as it became apparent that these were the impurities being expelled from his body.

His skin started to soften, while his facial features—eyes, nose, and others—were undergoing a process of refinement.

The color of his skin improved, becoming spotless, and his eyes became more defined. Already handsome, he shed all traces of acne, spores, or blemishes.

"Uhm...." Suddenly, he noticed that Emilia had woken up, her eyes fluttering, and he grinned before lowering his head towards her. Thinking that it was time for him to take a bath, he greeted her.

"Good morning, Wife."

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Finally exiting the bathroom alone, Damien used a towel to dry off his body and started to put on his clothes.

"Good morning, S-sir Dami..." The nurse walked into the room, balancing a tray filled with various foods, including pasta and an assortment of items you wouldn't typically find in a hospital setting, ready to serve. But it appeared her words stuck in her throat the moment her eyes fell on the man in front of her.

"Good morning," Damien said, after wearing his shirt and other clothes. He tightened his suit and put on his black shoes. He greeted the nurse before sitting down to eat, adding, "You may leave."

"Uh, y-yes," the nurse was drawn in by his words, her body responding without hesitation as if she were bound to that instant.

It felt as though she were obeying the order to leave, yet she remained fixed in that moment where the sight before her was captivating—his sharp jawline, flawless skin illuminated by the morning sun, the delicate contours of his features, and the gentle breeze that tousled his hair, all accentuating the outline of his chest beneath his shirt—caused her mind to malfunction at that moment.

"Bring some clothes for Emilia; you already saw how muddy it was?" Damien smiled as he relayed the news to the nurse, realizing that his physique was now impressive enough to cause someone to pause in awe. He requested her to bring some clothing for Emilia, who was currently in the bathroom after their three vigorous sessions.

In the first session, he pushed her against the wall while molding her ass, before thrusting his dick inside her pussy again and again until her body limped.

In the second session, he continued to rail into her while holding one of her one leg over his shoulder and supporting her upper body with his hand.

In the third session, he kept pounding while lifting her body with her legs wrapped around his waist.

During each of the three sessions, Emilia couldn't help but stare at his face, a rosy blush tinting her cheeks and extending to her ears, revealing just how much she found him captivating.

After finishing the sessions and stepping out of the bathroom, he was surprised when she said she wanted to stay inside for a while longer, leaving him to exit by himself while she lacked anything to wear.

And given there weren't any clothes for her, Damien reminded the nurse, knowing well how they would have seen Emilia last night—how she had been wearing a muddy dress that had gotten dirty due to her running all the way here.

"Sorry, Sir, but we only have patient dresses," the nurse sensed that it would be difficult for her to find a dress for his wife due to the absence of nearby shops, so she suggested the idea of a patient uniform to him.

"No problem, just give any of the present on you," Damien said, tilting his head and smiling towards the nurse, causing her face to turn crimson as she hastily bowed before running away from the room, feeling her heart crashing.

Having just cast her gaze at the man who had it all—good looks, wealth, and a kind heart—she seemed to be falling for him.