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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

Results and private lesson [1]

[Congratulations, Student Rank 197, Ren Dover, you have been selected as a candidate for the inter academy tournament] 

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Turning on my phone and staring at the notification that had appeared on my screen since yesterday, a faint smile appeared on my lips. 

'...I didn't fail' 

I had successfully passed the tryouts like I had promised Donna.

"Attention!" 

Snapping me out of my thoughts was a loud and hoarse voice. Placing my phone back in my dimensional storage, I stared in front of me where a large field appeared in my sight. 

With my back straight and standing next to a row of about thirty students wearing thin exercise clothing, under the cool morning breeze, a rather imposing man stood in front of me. Briefly staring at everyone before him, the man walked back and forth.