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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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864 Chs

Start of the war [1]

It was approximately 2 A.M. in Ashton city. 

Darkness had already engulfed the entire city, with the city lights being the only source of light amidst the dark world. 

In a certain high rise building. 

Ding—! 

The elevator doors quietly opened revealing two crimson red eyes that shone in the darkness. 

"What a mess..." 

Kevin raised his hand to clean his blood-stained face as his hushed, chilly voice echoed around the room.

A dozen or so corpses were exposed behind him as he exited the elevator.

He was greeted by a silent, dim hallway with a sizable wooden door at the opposite end. Additionally, there was a marble reception desk just next to the door, but it was empty right now.

While he walked, the cameras that were pointed in different areas around the hall exploded before they could get within his range. 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sound of his rhythmic footsteps echoed inside the hallway.