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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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Moving out [2]

-Clank

Opening the door to my room, I was immediately greeted by two individuals standing in front of the door. 

"Hello" 

"Nice to meet you" 

"Yes? How can I help you?" 

Standing on the right side, with a friendly smile on his face, was a rather lanky individual with long curly blond hair, and green eyes. Extending his hand towards me, he introduced himself and his friend on the left who was a stark contrast from him in terms of appearance. 

"Nice to meet you, I'm Leo Smith from room 905 and he's Ram Johnson from room 907" 

With a bulging belly and greasy ginger-colored hair, the individual on the left, Ram, had a rather awkward but friendly smile on his face as he nodded his head. 

"Good evening" 

Alternating my gaze between the two of them, I raised my brow and looked to my left and right where rooms 905 and 907 were. Thereafter, smiling at them I said