Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts-Chapter 32 - Thirty Two

Camilla reached the heavy wooden door of her private bedroom. She pushed it open, stepped inside, and closed it firmly behind her. The room was quiet and empty.

She walked straight across the room. She pushed the glass doors open and stepped out onto her private balcony.

The morning air was fresh and warm. The sky above the mansion was a beautiful, clear blue. A few white clouds floated lazily in the distance. The gardens below were full of green trees and colorful flowers. It was a perfect, peaceful day.

But Camilla did not care about the peace. She wanted to leave.

She walked right to the edge of the balcony. She placed her small hands on the cold stone railing. She looked straight up into the clear blue sky. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air. She prepared herself to use her newly discovered magic. She was going to use her jinxed mouth to end the story right now.

"I hope the world of this book gets destroyed on the spot," Camilla said out loud. Her voice was strong, loud, and full of absolute command. She did not hesitate.

She took another breath and shouted her second wish.

"I hope to go back to my original world!"

She closed her eyes and waited. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

For one single second, nothing happened. The birds kept singing in the trees. The sun kept shining. Camilla frowned. She wondered if she had to say a special magic word first or cast a spell.

Then, the air around her suddenly dropped in temperature. It became freezing cold.

Camilla opened her eyes. She gasped loudly.

The bright blue sky was completely gone. In the blink of an eye, the sky turned a dark, angry grey. Thick, heavy black clouds rolled over the mansion like a massive, dark blanket. They moved faster than any normal clouds. They blocked out the sun completely. The beautiful morning instantly turned into a dark, scary night.

Then, the wind picked up.

It started as a soft breeze, but it quickly became harsh and violent. The wind howled around the stone walls of the mansion. It was so strong that it began carrying objects with it. Small tree branches, dry leaves, and some flowers flew through the air, spinning wildly in the dark sky. The heavy glass doors behind Camilla slammed against the wall, cracking in an instant.

Camilla threw her head back and laughed. It was a loud, joyful, happy laugh. The harsh wind blew her red hair wildly around her face, but she did not care.

"I am so smart!" Camilla shouted happily over the loud sound of the howling wind. "It is about to happen!"

She looked at the dark, swirling clouds. Her plan was actually working. Her magic words were tearing the fabric of the novel apart.

"This world is about to be destroyed!" she cheered to herself, smiling so widely that her cheeks hurt. She let go of the stone railing and jumped up and down. "No world, no plot! No plot, free ticket home, baby!"

She stepped back from the railing. She stood in the middle of her balcony. She raised both of her hands high up into the air, reaching toward the dark clouds. She opened her palms wide.

She was waiting for her ride. She expected a magical, glowing carriage to fall from the sky. Or maybe a soft wisp of colorful smoke to wrap around her body. Or perhaps some sparkly magical dust to lift her up and carry her back to her modern house with her swimming pool.

She looked down toward the courtyard, even though she could not see Damon from her balcony. She decided to leave him a parting gift of words.

"Goodbye, General Damon!" Camilla yelled at the top of her lungs, waving her hand happily at the empty air. She felt incredibly victorious. "You can shove the divorce papers down your ass!"

She laughed again, feeling completely free.

High above her, inside the thick black clouds, a bright, blinding light began to gather. It was the same blue and white light that had struck her by her swimming pool in her original world.

CRACK!

BOOM!

The sound of the thunder was deafening. It shook the entire mansion.

The massive bolt of lightning shot straight down from the sky. It did not hit the roof. It did not hit the trees. It aimed directly for the balcony.

The lightning struck Camilla right on the top of her head.

The bright light swallowed her completely. The force of the strike was incredible.

But this time, the magic did not take her back. The bright light did not transport her across space and time.

Instead, the force of the lightning simply knocked her off her feet.

Camilla fell backward. She hit the hard stone floor of the balcony with a heavy, painful thud.

The bright light vanished. The loud thunder rolled away.

In an instant, the harsh wind completely stopped blowing. The thick, angry black clouds disappeared like smoke. The bright, warm morning sun returned, shining down on the peaceful gardens as if nothing had ever happened.

Camilla lay flat on her back on the stone floor. She did not move for a long minute. Her body felt completely numb.

Slowly, she opened her eyes. She blinked.

She saw the clear blue sky. There was no magical carriage. There was no sparkly dust. She was still on the balcony of the Benson mansion.

She slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position. Her arms felt heavy and weak.

She looked down at her hands. They were completely black. She looked down at her simple green dress. It was ruined. Her entire body was covered in thick, dark grey soot. She looked like she had just crawled through a dirty chimney.

She raised a shaking hand to her head. She touched her hair.

Her soft, red hair was no longer flat. The electricity from the lightning strike had made every single strand of her hair stand straight up on its tips. It was stiff, pointing toward the sky like a burnt, messy broom.

Camilla sat in the soot, looking absolutely ridiculous. She stared up at the calm, blue sky as it turned back to normal. The birds started singing again.

The truth slowly hit her. Whatever it was that brought her here was stronger than her jinxed mouth. She could not just break the world to escape. She had to follow the rules of the author.

"Is it really impossible to go back without the intervention of the male lead?" Camilla asked the empty sky. Her voice was weak, raspy, and full of deep defeat.

She realized that avoiding Damon was not going to work. Forcing him to sign the papers without resolving the actual plot was not going to work. Destroying the world was not going to work. She was trapped here until she fixed the story properly.

A heavy, crushing wave of sadness washed over her. It was not a fake sadness this time. It was a very real, very deep grief.

A single, warm tear formed in the corner of her eye. It fell down her soot-covered cheek, leaving a clean, pale line through the dirt. The tear rolled all the way down.

She pulled her knees up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs. She thought about everything she had left behind.

"My assets," Camilla whispered, her voice breaking. She thought about her secret bank accounts filled with millions of dollars. "My fortune I have spent all my life to acquire. My vacation in the Maldives. My bucket list. I finally had the chance to live a normal life."

She closed her eyes tightly. More tears spilled out, washing the soot away from her eyes.

"All my wealth," she cried, her shoulders shaking violently. She sobbed out loud, not caring if anyone heard her. "All my wealth I have earned through hard work. The nights in the cold. The dangerous missions. The blood on my hands. I did it all so I could relax. And now I have nothing. Nothing but a stupid dress and a burnt head of hair."

The pain of losing her hard-earned money and her peaceful future was too much for her exhausted brain to handle. The electric shock from the lightning had drained all her physical energy, and the emotional breakdown drained the rest.

Camilla leaned her head against her knees. She closed her eyes and cried more. The darkness slowly pulled her under.

She fainted right there on the hard stone floor of the balcony.