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Villain Is on Vacation

"Every day is so annoying and tiring. Just working, eating, and pooping. I rarely get any peace of mind." Rain grumbled. "I want some rest and go on vacation. It's good I am going on vacation tomorrow. Goodbye to annoying work for a few days," he cheered. As he was crossing the road, he saw a truck coming towards him. "Looks like, my life suc--" Whether gratifying or pathetic, almost the next moment, he got crushed by the truck, died, and transmigrated into the world of the game "Saga of the Magical Knight" as a mid-tier villain, Rain Holmes. "Welcome to the fantasy world, I guess." Fortunately, the system was there to help him. [Host should choose one choice among the following three choices.] | 1. Supporting Character | | 2. Villain | | 3. Extra Character | "Supporting Character sucks, and being a villain is tiring and risky. I choose to be an extra character." Rain answered. [Okay.] 'Who cares about that protagonist and heroines, I rather go on vacation and live a free life.' Rain scoffed. He didn't care about the plot, he wanted [vacation]. However, soon he realized it won't be as easy as he thought. "Hey, runaway Young master, spar with me!" The musclehead Villain roared. "Rain, you are only my friend, I won't let other bitches have you." One of the heroines declared. "But didn't he say he love me?" A mysterious beauty appeared. "Is getting vacation that hard?" Rain said in an exhausted tone.

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Mining [Extra Chapter]

Even though various things were happening in the academy, Rain was busy in mining. 

He tightened his grip on the pickaxe, its weight providing a reassuring sense of purpose.

With a measured breath, he swung the tool with unwavering determination, the resounding clang of metal meeting stone reverberating through the dimly lit ant colony. The force of each strike sent subtle vibrations coursing through the compacted earth.

Methodically, he chipped away at the unyielding rock, reducing it to smaller, more manageable fragments.

The rhythmic motion of his muscular arms, honed through countless hours of labor, brought him solace amidst the demanding toil. Beads of perspiration formed on his brow, trickling down his face and neck, dampening his shirt. The stale air, heavy with the scent of earth and industry, filled his lungs with every breath.