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The person whom the world revolves around. The person who defeats all of his opponents, and ultimately gets the beautiful girl. The sole existence all villains fear. That is the protagonist. What about me? As a failed author who had only one success throughout his whole career, I had reincarnated into my late novel. "This is it" I thought, as I tightly clenched my fist. Did I just get reincarnated in my own novel? Is this where I reincarnate in a novel and become the protagonist? No. Sadly it's not that kind of novel, as I reincarnated as a mob. The world doesn't revolve around me. The girls don't come flocking towards me. The cheat items don't come to me. "Phew" I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god I'm not the protagonist" I joyfully shouted as tears streamed down my cheeks. Wait, are you curious as to why I don't want to be the protagonist? I did forget to mention the most important thing when I was describing a protagonist. That is... They are calamity magnets. I just died. If I learned something from that, it's that it really isn't a pleasant experience. If possible let me live a long stable life. Thank you, whoever reincarnated me. I would later come to regret these words... ======== Reader Disclaimer : Please read the *Read before reading novel* in synopsis. ======== Credit to _oinkchan for helping me find the previous novel cover Credit to Rengoku for his amazing edit of the new cover. ======== Discord : https://discord.gg/FNAKgfyky4 Patreon : https://www.patreon.com/TheAuthorPOV

Entrail_JI · Fantasi
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864 Chs

Chaos [3]

My next set of actions was quick. 

As I was dealing with a Marquis-ranked demon, every little second mattered. 

Taking out a stack of magic cards from my dimensional system, I injected them with my mana before throwing them in the air. 

Swiping my hand, three rings formed around the igniting cards. 

By the time the cards were about to fully ignite, the rigs turned red and a small ball of fire resembling a sun was contained in the middle of the rings.

"Go." 

With a simple wave, the rings flew toward the sky. 

"What's this?" 

Catching sight of the ball of fire, Marquis Atheora reached his hand out. But it was already too late. 

BOOOM—! 

A large cloud of fire bloomed in the air and accompanying it was a thunderous explosion. 

The fire receded after a couple of seconds, but it served its purpose. 

"Anytime now..." 

"You."