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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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"What is going on, Ren?" 

Donna's voice echoed throughout the room. 

"It's nothing." 

I briefly replied as I turned to look at Professor Thomas's dead body on the floor. 

"... It's nothing." 

I repeated once more. 

Before Donna could reply, I stood up from my seat. I then tapped on my bracelet and threw a small black object in her direction. 

"Catch." 

Extending her hand, Donna caught the object. It was the recording device that I had used before. 

"What's this?" Donna curiously asked as she looked at the recording device. 

"You'll find out later." 

I replied while heading out of the room. 

However, just as I came close to the exit of the room, my feet soon came to a halt.

"Where do you think you're going?" 

Preventing me from getting out were a couple of Professors. 

My brows creased. 

"Move." 

I apathetically said.