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The person whom the world revolves around. The person who defeats all of his opponents, and ultimately gets the beautiful girl. The sole existence all villains fear. That is the protagonist. What about me? As a failed author who had only one success throughout his whole career, I had reincarnated into my late novel. "This is it" I thought, as I tightly clenched my fist. Did I just get reincarnated in my own novel? Is this where I reincarnate in a novel and become the protagonist? No. Sadly it's not that kind of novel, as I reincarnated as a mob. The world doesn't revolve around me. The girls don't come flocking towards me. The cheat items don't come to me. "Phew" I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god I'm not the protagonist" I joyfully shouted as tears streamed down my cheeks. Wait, are you curious as to why I don't want to be the protagonist? I did forget to mention the most important thing when I was describing a protagonist. That is... They are calamity magnets. I just died. If I learned something from that, it's that it really isn't a pleasant experience. If possible let me live a long stable life. Thank you, whoever reincarnated me. I would later come to regret these words... ======== Reader Disclaimer : Please read the *Read before reading novel* in synopsis. ======== Credit to _oinkchan for helping me find the previous novel cover Credit to Rengoku for his amazing edit of the new cover. ======== Discord : https://discord.gg/FNAKgfyky4 Patreon : https://www.patreon.com/TheAuthorPOV

Entrail_JI · Fantasy
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Exchange students [1]

Turning off the shower valve, putting on some clothes, and drying my wet hair with a towel, I headed back to my room and jumped on my bed. 

-Pamf!

"haaa..." 

As I felt my body sink into the white mattress, I exhaled and relaxed my body. 

I was honestly quite tired.

Training for four hours with Donna really took a toll on me...but if I had to be honest, I didn't dislike the feeling.

Even though after every session it felt as though all my bones had been broken, the feeling of continuously finding my strength improving overwrote all of the pain and suffering I felt.

...it was honestly addicting. 

Staring at the white ceiling of my room for a couple of seconds, recalling something, and lifting my head up, I stared towards the corner of the room where a black cat quietly rested on the seat of a chair. 

After hesitating for a second, I spoke up 

"Hey Angelica, can you turn into something other than a cat?"