Ever felt lost and empty? Ever been trapped in a trashy world?
I transmigrated to a world I loathe in every fibre of my heart, where people think that violence and murder is normal. In my original world, everything can be resolved through words. We have laws to protect human rights. Even a criminal has the right to defend his or her rights in court.
However, in this world, people would settle their small disputes through violence. Perhaps, it was easier for these people to just punch someone in the face than make others understand why they were angry with them in five hundred words.
Maybe punching someone in the gut is how they say sorry to each other? And they want me to assume that's normal? They want me to change to someone like that?
That's crazy.
Something is wrong with this world. They make me feel suffocated. No one understands me. Nor my pain. They can't understand where I'm coming from.
Perhaps I'm the one being strange and wrong. Seeing how hard it was for them to understand me, doesn't that make me the lunatic one?
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I BECAME THE VILLAIN OF A NOVEL | BOOK I
AdventureWhen I woke up this morning, I found myself in a strange room, unfamiliar bed, strangers I've never met, and a body that wasn't mine. The strangers wore a maid outfit, and these people were calling me by the name Nasrin Urduja. This name reminded m...
