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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

Shock [2]

Thump—!

A silver steak tore through the air and directly pierced through one of the targets that were located some distance away. 

"…One more." 

If one looked closely, one'd notice that next to the arrow, were several other arrows. 

They were all distance just about the same distance from each other and covered each one of the rings above the bull's eyes mark.

The only spot left was the bullseye. 

So long as she got that, she'd get the perfect score…

Khhhh—!

Amanda drew her bow. 

It was a big bow. Significantly heavier than any bow she had ever used before in her life. It was also a great deal more powerful than the majority of them, with the exception of her current bow.

A gentle breeze flew past the area around her, bending the grass ever so slightly.

She didn't pay attention to her surroundings.