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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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Going back [2]

TRIIIING—! TRIIIING—! 

Waking my groggy mind up was the sound of my phone ringing beside my bed. 

Without moving, I extended my hand and touched the side of the bed until my finger tapped onto the screen of the phone and the call went through. 

"Who is it?" I groggily asked. 

—Ren, Jesus Christ. How much are you planning on sleeping? 

Smallsnake's voice rang from the speaker of the phone. 

"What time is it?" 

Rather than checking for myself, I opted to ask Smallsnake. 

—It's 12 in the afternoon.

"Huh?" 

Raising my head, my head turned in the direction of my phone. 

Leaning toward my phone, I looked at the time. 

[Wednesday, 12 : 38 P.M.]

"Oh wow." 

Slumping back down on the bed, I stared at the ceiling of the room. I had slept quite a bit. 

—Ren, are you even listening to me?

Snapping me out of my thoughts was Smallsnake's voice. I could feel hints of frustration in it.