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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_ · Fantasía
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362. Voiced Answers.

"..... What is your purpose, Eshwar...." Hana muttered under her breath, while she gazed around the domain with a ashen, lifeless face.

"To kill all of you." Eshwar's answer was heard in a heartbeat.

At that, Seo Hana's eyes finally shot wide open. Why kill them? She wanted to ask but she couldn't as her vision blurred for a split second and by the time she blinked her eyes to clear the blur, she found herself glaring down at Eshwar.

She was now standing on the throne's armrests as she glared down at Eshwar, who was calmly gazing back at her with a soft smile on his face, her bright orange, blazing wings were already out of her shoulder blades, but were much longer and lighter than she remembered them to be.