The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

Lucia, an earth-type, may be only eight years old, but she's already a remarkable two-star Paladin. Even more surprising is her impressive figure, which belies her age.

Lucia stood a towering 8 meters, a figure unbelievable for an eight-year-old. Her tall and slender figure, like that of a sixteen-year-old girl, was graceful and elegant. These proportions not only made her stand out among her peers, but also made her the center of attention.

Beyond her towering stature, Lucia's body also displays astonishing agility and strength. Her muscles are naturally defined, without a trace of excess fat, each one brimming with elasticity and vitality. Whether running, leaping, or wielding a weapon, her movements appear powerful and coordinated, as if she harbors boundless potential, ready to unleash astonishing power at any moment.

Lucia's long brown hair cascaded down her back, neat and smooth. Like a piece of smooth silk, it gently brushed against her back, swaying with her movements and emitting a subtle sheen. When the sunlight hit her hair, it reflected a faint golden hue, making her look even more radiant and heroic.

Lucia's face was as exquisite as a work of art, her delicate features framed by her snow-white skin, which radiated a captivating luster like a jade sculpture. Her skin was as smooth and delicate as mutton-fat jade, without a single flaw, and it made one want to touch its silky texture.

Her eyes were the most striking feature of her face, like a deep lake, clear and bright, as if reflecting the soul. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, each blink revealing a secret. Her eyes shone with a captivating radiance, and once you met their gaze, you felt as if you were drawn into their endless depths.

Lucia's makeup was intense and voluptuous, like a succubus emerging from the darkness. Her eyes burned like a fiery flame, blazing and dazzling. Her eyeliner was thick and sharp, with a hint of unruly upward slashes, seemingly challenging conventional notions of beauty. Her eyeshadow was a deep purple, like a mysterious night sky, twinkling with stars, creating a feeling of both distance and nearness.

Her false eyelashes were thick and curly, fluttering gently like butterfly wings, adding a touch of charm to her eyes. Whenever she blinked, her thick eyelashes fluttered like two small fans, bringing a breeze that made people fall in love with her.

She wore a tight, tan leather armor, a half-cup bra that covered only the lower half of her breasts. Beneath it were a pair of similarly tan, triangle-shaped leather shorts, but these were a unique design. They barely covered her crotch, leaving her entire buttocks and groin exposed. This bold design, far from appearing vulgar, only accentuated her captivating sex appeal.

The material of the shorts looks smooth and textured, tightly wrapping her body like a second skin. This kind of dress not only shows off her hot body curves, but also makes her legs look longer and straighter.

The most striking feature is the golden lace edging the hem of her shorts, resembling the wings of a night elf, light and flowing. These golden laces appear to be woven from countless fine golden threads, each gleaming faintly like stars in the night sky. They contrast with the tan leather armor, creating a unique visual effect that adds a touch of opulence without being overly conspicuous, perfectly complementing her overall look.

Her long legs were exposed, her fair skin gleaming in the sunlight, like white jade. Her slender legs were flowing, without a trace of excess fat, and each step seemed light and graceful. On her feet were tan crystal combat boots, the transparent crystals allowing a clear view of her toes. Her delicate feet and captivating tan toenails, set against the crystals, looked even more alluring, like a piece of exquisite art.

Her 15-centimeter-tall, ultra-high crystal-heeled boots have become a unique symbol of her uniqueness! The tall, slender heels of these boots resemble crystal pillars, supporting her body. Countless tiny crystals are inlaid on the uppers, shimmering faintly with her steps, like shooting stars across the night sky.

Lucia exudes a unique fragrance, an enchanting blend of rose and musk. This scent combines the sweetness of rose with the richness of musk, creating a unique allure. This scent, like her, is full of allure, captivating and irresistible.

Her every move is full of temptation, as if inviting people to fall into her charm trap. Her every smile, gesture and movement exudes a charming charm that makes people fall in love with her.

Lucia's passion for the power of punishment is like a blazing flame, fervent and enduring, never extinguished. In the heat of battle, she always leads the charge, fearlessly charging to the most dangerous front lines, as if that was her stage and the enemy her audience.

The hammer in her hand was like a close companion, closely connected to her. Every swing of the hammer carried a thunderous force, seemingly capable of rendring the air and inflicting a crushing blow on the enemy. The trajectory of the hammer through the air was like a flash of lightning, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield.

Lucia's personality was as straightforward as the summer sun, blazing and direct. Her laughter, as clear and melodious as a silver bell, echoed across the battlefield, seemingly piercing enemy defenses and inspiring her teammates. Her presence was like a refreshing stream on the battlefield, bringing endless vitality and courage.

She is filled with fighting spirit, eager to grow and surpass herself in every battle. No matter how powerful the enemy, she never retreats, but bravely advances. A determined glint in her eyes reflects her unwavering determination to win and her faith in herself. In her, people see an indomitable spirit and a determination to never give up.

She exudes a unique charm, a persistent pursuit of strength and a firm belief in justice. She seems to be born to fight and exist to protect.

Lucia, a two-star Paladin of the Earth element, possesses a torrid figure that belies her age. Standing at a staggering 1.65 meters, she resembles a 16-year-old girl, a truly astonishing sight. Her body is sleek and powerful, with smooth, natural muscle lines. Every movement exudes power, as if imbued with boundless potential.

Her long brown hair was neatly hung behind her head, as smooth as a piece of silk. The sunlight on her hair reflected a light golden light, which added a bit of heroic spirit to her.

Lucia's face was charming and delicate, her skin as white as snow, and her jade-like features exuding a captivating luster. Her eyes were like deep lakes, clear and bright, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly like butterfly wings, her eyes shone with a captivating luster.

Lucia's makeup was intense and alluring, like a succubus emerging from the darkness. Her eyes burned like flames, her eyeliner thick and sharp, the upward angle swaying with a hint of unruly. Her eyeshadow was a deep purple, like a mysterious night sky, twinkling with stars. Her false eyelashes were thick and curled, fluttering gently like butterfly wings, adding a touch of allure to her gaze. Her lips were painted in a vibrant purple lipstick, like a ripe cherry, its tantalizing color inviting a kiss. Her lips were defined with a distinct, alluring line, and her lips, slightly raised at the corners, held a subtle smile, as if to announce her confidence and pride.

One day, Lucia rushed alone toward an ancient castle. The castle exuded an air of age and decay, a chilling atmosphere that filled her. Earth-elemental light surged around Lucia. She leaped high, condensing a massive earth-elemental hammer in her hands and smashing it down on the castle gate. The gate shook under the immense force, and dust rustled from the walls.

However, just as she was about to go further, an even more powerful aura descended upon her like a mountain crushing an egg. A higher-ranked paladin descended like a god, radiating a holy and powerful light that formed a stark contrast to Lucia's alluring beauty.

The holy sword in the hands of the high-ranking paladin shone with a dazzling light, like a sword of judgment from heaven. His gaze was as cold as ice, and the sacred incantation he chanted was like thunder, shaking the entire space.

Lucia felt an unprecedented threat and desperately tried to gather her earth power to block the fatal blow. However, the high-level paladin's attack was as fast as lightning. The holy sword instantly transformed into a stream of light, carrying unparalleled power and piercing Lucia directly.

Lucia's eyes widened, trying to dodge the fatal blow, but it was too late. The holy sword, like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly penetrated her condensed earth shield and stabbed straight at her throat.

In this thrilling moment, time seemed to freeze. A flicker of unwillingness flashed across Lucia's eyes. Her body trembled slightly, as if she wanted to struggle, but the powerful force prevented her from moving at all.

As the holy sword pierced through her, a stream of bright red blood gushed out of Lucia's throat, like a blooming blood-red flower. Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but only a low whimper could come out.

Finally, Lucia's body slowly collapsed, like a withered petal. Her vibrant purple lipstick was stained with dust, and her long brown hair had lost its former luster, as if she had lost all vitality. Her life ended before this ancient castle, leaving behind a silence and desolation.

It turned out that the opponent was actually a three-star Paladin! This discovery shocked everyone, because it meant that the opponent's strength was a whole realm higher than Lucia's.

Facing such a powerful enemy, Lucia did not flinch. She quickly cast an earth shield to try to block the opponent's attack. However, the opponent's holy sword was like lightning, ruthlessly piercing Lucia's earth shield as if it were just a layer of thin paper.

Immediately afterwards, the holy sword pierced Lucia's throat with thunderous force. In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

Young Lucia fell down like this, her body hitting the ground heavily with a dull thud. On the battlefield, she had been so brave and fearless, but at this moment, she became the youngest female soldier to be sacrificed.

Blood gushed out of Lucia's throat like a fountain, forming strings of bloody foam. Her once rosy purple lips were now dyed a shocking crimson, like a blood-stained flower. The blood that continuously flowed from her mouth pooled on the ground, forming a dark red puddle that emitted a sickening stench.

In this fierce battle, Lucia's opponent is a powerful three-star paladin, who wields a sharp holy sword, the blade flashing with cold light, and every swing carries a deadly threat.

Lucia tried her best to dodge the enemy's attack, but the enemy was incredibly fast, his swordsmanship as fierce as a whirlwind. It instantly pierced through her earth shield and pierced her throat. Lucia collapsed straight down, blood gushing from her throat.

Her legs twitched violently and uncontrollably, as if they had been electrocuted. Each twitch was like a desperate fight with death. However, no matter how hard she struggled, she could not escape the clutches of fate.

Her eyes were wide open, like bells, staring intently ahead, as if trying to see clearly the enemy who had put her to death. Her face was frozen in an expression of disbelief, as if she could never believe until her death that she had been defeated so easily.

As time passed, Lucia's legs twitched more and more violently, as if trying to break free from their restraints. Finally, after one last violent twitch, blood flowed from between her legs, another severe blow from the power of the Holy Sword, merging with the pool of blood from her throat on the ground.

As the fountain of life drained away, Lucia's body gradually lost its vitality. Her convulsions ceased, her legs failed to straighten, and she lay stretched out in a pool of blood, like a withered flower. Her figure seemed so small and helpless amidst the blood, one could not help but feel pity and grief for her tragic fate.