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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

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The same plan

Hero killers suffered severe injuries, and Abbadon cut ties with the anti-government as a response to protect itself.

Overall, Abbadon had taken quite the damage, more so than that of its former ally, and would be hiding for a long time.

As for the anti-government, it's silent, and nothing suggests they would be making a move in the near future.

"Hmmm..."

"What did that woman tell you that got you staring at a piece of metal." Eddie drew close as he stably waved his arm at Ryan's eye level.

"Nothing worth mentioning." Ryan ejected the half-melted iron from his arm and propped his chin up with his elbow on a solid wooden table.

Remembering what the black librarian said in the elevator, Ryan thought it made sense.

'That woman is an incredibly skilled liar.' he thought. His face came close to the ground, as though in slow motion, extending his palm out slowly before stopping the falling piece of iron in its track.