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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

The Third Cataclysm [2]

"I've been told that multiple times." 

Ren replied in a soft voice, his gaze fixed on Jezebeth. The two of them stared at each other for an unknown period of time. This was until Jezebeth finally cracked a smile, and the mood seemed to relax a little. 

"It's been a while since we've last seen each other, how have you been?" 

"I've been better." 

"Something annoying happened?"

"…You think?" 

Ren cocked his head, his gaze pointing right at him. 

"Oh, no, " Jezebeth looked dismayed, "you couldn't be talking about me, right?" 

"What made you think that?" 

There was an undisguised sarcasm in Ren's words, and Jezebeth looked even more dismayed. Of course, he was merely pretending, but to those that were watching, the scene left them utterly terrified. 

'Who is he? How is he able to talk to the Demon King like that?'