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Transmigrated Into My Sister's Novel

Ryan died. He died in the unfortunate event of getting caught up in another person's assassination attempt. Ultimately transmigrating into his sister's trashy, dark, edgy novel. Ryan took over the body of the same person who constantly stood in the protagonist's way, despised by the world as the ultimate villain. And the very antagonist who annihilated the protagonist, and died soon after. Looking back at the original body owner's tragic ending, Ryan decided to do the bare minimum to ensure the world he now lives in doesn't fall apart. "Saving humanity is the least of my concerns." He closed his eyes. Something wasn’t quite right about this whole situation, and the characters acting weirdly was just the start of it all. Follow Ryan as he calmly struggles to save the world from dying in vain. ---- Auther's Note: This work isn't an AntiHero or a Villain story, read tags, and thank you. ----- Just letting you know in advance, This is my first novel, so it will contain many basic mistakes, so be tolerant please, ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ----- https://discord.gg/a69sUydtd6

Amera_Mee · Fantasy
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I will not leave again

Marco Drake was not the largest city in the western Marcoos, but it served an important role. Situated recklessly close to the source of Doorway Lake, or, as it is called, the Lake Asphalti, it served as an entry point to the Antarctic Center.

A constant stream of people and cargo used to flow through it, making it the heart of the infrastructure of the region.

The city itself sprawled across the foothills of the mountain range, perched on top of tall cliffs. At the bottom of the cliffs, an independent, lonely castle stood at the edge of the water, surrounded by its own ring of walls.

Though it's stretched wide, it was one of Marcos' ancient wonders. And as such, people were shocked to discover that people lived in it. And as such often circled to see what type of royalty lived there, but to no avail.

The castle was much larger and better secured than any parliament building, and it was far stronger than even the presidential office.