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The Third-Rate Trash Villain's Last Stand

"Fuck This World And Evrything Within It." Kevin Cursed... Well Who can blame him? He has every reason to Curse. After All He has become 'Third-Rate Extra Villian' of the novel he read a very long time ago. ---- After a very tired day at work and coming back home Kevin decided to go to sleep. ...And next moment Kevin opened his eyes he found himself transmigrated inside one of the novels he read a very long time ago. He realized he was now Lucas Voss. “But why Lucas Voss of all people?!” The problem was that the transmigrated character was an extra villain at the beginning of the original work, and someone who disappeared on the charge of attacking the imperial princess. “Whew, that’s okay. There was no mention of him dying anyway. So shouldn’t I somehow survive?” But… maybe because of his fate of refusing to leave the novel, the thing called ‘death’ keeps following him around. 'Fuck, this is a total fantasy destination!’ "Damnit! I will survive no matter what! Even if I have to manipulate the whole novel plot for my liking!" Armed with knowledge about the future, Lucas will use every opportunity for himself and manipulate Protagonist, Feamle Leads, Side character, Antognist, Villain and even other extra characters behind the scenes! --------------------------------- THIS ONE IS VERY IMPORTANT The Mc is made more realistic and it will take him time to get used to the world and show his unique ness. it's going to take some time.

Avi_Lekhak · Fantasía
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The final grades

"Everyone, put your test papers down and put your hands above your heads."

Unlike the Dungeon Department, which had a purely practical exam, most of the other classes were conducted as written exams. A class called Heterogeneous Analytics was similar.

I put down my writing utensil and tilted my head for a moment, looking at the problem I had marked down.

'Did I just take this too seriously?'

Well, even if I fail, I won't be expelled.

Professor Delon, who was in charge of Dungeon Studies, was unusual. Most of the liberal arts classes for first-year students didn't give failing grades.

It was simply divided into pass (P) or non-pass (NP). So, even if I looked at it roughly, I was definitely going to pass.

"Okay, the person in the last row, please collect the papers and leave them on the table," the professor said brightly.

Sarak! A student from behind came over and took my test paper, along with the professor's cheerful voice.