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Villain of my own novel

Eshwar is the name of the author who transmigrated into his own novel after his death. Eshwar’s death was caused by his own magic which he had yet to control. Why? because I didn't think I would seriously die!!!! Anyway.... my novel's protagonist is a selfish person. why you ask? because I wrote him and I wanted him to be like me. Muhahahaha, ha. I reincarnated into my novel! and that to as a villain who dies in the first half, will I stand still and die? Of course not, I may have reincarnated as a villain but its not like I will live like he did. I'll live my life as I want! and kill all the other villains. Why? because I love the world I created, hahaha, ha.... (real reason: I love to fight.), who else will get the chance to look at the world they have created? System I created is messed up for some reason and is doing everything on its own!!??? we'll see how it turns out with everything messed up, well(sigh...) Oh, but because i have reincarnated as a villain, I got a new problem and that is, I'm handsome (sparkles), I have to say, handsome people have their own problems. ==== SLOW START. [VOL 1 INTRODUCTION: MAYBE CONFUSING, BUT EVERYTHING WILL COME TOGETHER IN THE LATER CHAPTERS.] ==== I don't know who the artist of the cover is, but if you want me to remove it, you can ask me to do so(T-T)! Credits for the artist. And, Thank you for reading!!!!

_Eshwar_ · Fantasy
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356. Exhausted.

Inside the house.

The house had its lower floor parted two ways, main hall and dinning hall namely, the main hall had a couch, a table, carpeted floor, multipurpose tables, a few decors, and a touch of warmth added to the cosy and homely atmosphere dyed love nest.

The major part of the partition was the dinning hall, that had a kitchen that contained an adequate amount of utensils and necessaries, and on a dinning table that was platted for five, two people were seated, as the black haired man with blood red irises spoke to the golden haired woman with golden irises, trying to make her laugh, but by the looks of it, it was to no avail.

The woman hadn't even smiled, much less flash a laugh.