Villager A Wants to Save the Villainess no Matter What! - Chapter 48

Suddenly a high school student Subaru Natsuki has been summoned to another world on the way back from the convenience store. With the biggest crisis of his life being summoned to another world and no sign of the one who summoned him things become worse when he is attacked.

Born into the powerful Moonviel Alpha bloodline, Celestia Elizabeth Moonviel was destined to inherit her family's legacy,until betrayal shattered everything. When her father, the ruthless Alpha of the Moonviel Pack, falls for a noble Vampire, it sparks a forbidden affair that destroys their family and ignites an all-out war between Werewolves and Vampires.Branded as a traitor's daughter, Celestia is forced to flee as her own brother, Lucien Moonviel, plots to eliminate her and claim the family empire for himself. With enemies lurking in the shadows, she finds an unlikely protector in Draven Nightshade, a dangerously charming Billionaire Vampire with his own hidden agenda.But Celestia soon discovers that the war is not just about power-it's about her. The child of her father's affair is prophesied to hold the key to supernatural dominance, and Celestia is the only one who can find him. Torn between vengeance and survival, between the fierce loyalty of her werewolf blood and the irresistible pull of a vampire's touch, Celestia must uncover the truth-before the past destroys her future.

He put one hand on the door beside her head before leaning forward. What was he doing? Trying to intimidate her again?

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”