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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 · Fantasia
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864 Chs

Deals and feels [2]

"Halt!"

Arriving in front of a large gate, obstructing my path, with a stern expression, a muscular individual wearing a black uniform with a Lock insignia on his right chest pocket appeared before me.

Lightly glancing at me, he said

"State your purpose"

Briefly glancing at the guard before me, instantly cold sweat appeared on my back. Though I didn't show it on my face, I could feel an immeasurable pressure emanating from the guard before me.

...He wasn't someone I could mess with. By my estimates, he was at least <B> rank.

'To think the guards protecting the Leviathan building were ranked this tightly...'

This just went to show how much emphasis was placed on the students placed in the Leviathan building. Their whole building was guarded by <B> ranked individuals.

How crazy was that?

Smiling politely, I responded

"I have someone whom I wish to talk to"

Indifferently glancing at me, scrutinizing my body for a couple of seconds, the guard apathetically asked