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Villain of my own novel

Eshwar is the name of the author who transmigrated into his own novel after his death. Eshwar’s death was caused by his own magic which he had yet to control. Why? because I didn't think I would seriously die!!!! Anyway.... my novel's protagonist is a selfish person. why you ask? because I wrote him and I wanted him to be like me. Muhahahaha, ha. I reincarnated into my novel! and that to as a villain who dies in the first half, will I stand still and die? Of course not, I may have reincarnated as a villain but its not like I will live like he did. I'll live my life as I want! and kill all the other villains. Why? because I love the world I created, hahaha, ha.... (real reason: I love to fight.), who else will get the chance to look at the world they have created? System I created is messed up for some reason and is doing everything on its own!!??? we'll see how it turns out with everything messed up, well(sigh...) Oh, but because i have reincarnated as a villain, I got a new problem and that is, I'm handsome (sparkles), I have to say, handsome people have their own problems. ==== SLOW START. [VOL 1 INTRODUCTION: MAYBE CONFUSING, BUT EVERYTHING WILL COME TOGETHER IN THE LATER CHAPTERS.] ==== I don't know who the artist of the cover is, but if you want me to remove it, you can ask me to do so(T-T)! Credits for the artist. And, Thank you for reading!!!!

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220. Targets (2).

At the same night.

A quite good-looking man walked towards the mansion where seemingly a massacre had taken place. He was 5.5 feet tall; he had obsidian black eyes and raven black hair, which shone under the moonlight while fluttering in the cool night's breeze.

(AN: Character introduced in ch 38: The Obituary Colosseum.)

He stared at the dead servants' bodies with a deep frown on his face. He then rushed towards a massive pit in the ground. He glanced down in the pit and flinched because he could see the underground facility of his home.

"Ma?" He called out with a trembling voice and jumped down into the pit.

FHUMP

"Uck!" He groaned in pain from the pain his legs absorbed from the impact.

He then looked around, and it didn't take long until he noticed two mummified bodies in front of him—not a single drop of blood was seen in the underground facility. He couldn't even "smell" the irony scent of blood.