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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
Peringkat tidak cukup
864 Chs

Immorra's might [1]

Things weren't peaceful in Immorra. 

A storm was brewing. 

"Whoo!" "Whoo!"

Clank. Clank. 

The blaring of horns mixed with the clanging of metal echoed throughout the air.

Thousands of brutish creatures prepared to march through a swirling ball of energy that was slowly expanding at the center of a flattened piece of land. It was a portal, a gateway to a world beyond their own.

The orcs were decked out in full battle gear, with crude weapons and shields strapped to their massive frames. 

Clank. Clank. Clank. 

Their armor clinked and clanked as they moved, and the ground beneath them shook with each step they took.

The air crackled with demonic energy, and the portal itself shimmered with a sickly blue light pulsing with an otherworldly power.

At the head of the army stood a certain orc, Silug, his massive frame covered in scars and adorned with trophies from battles won.