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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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230. Elven Mentality.

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".... She didn't die, did she?" Eshwar's hoarse voice sounded in Seol So-Young's head after she got slapped really hard.

At first, she couldn't understand why Eshwar had just slapped her, but when she heard his voice, she understood that it was done unintentionally, so she didn't think much about it as she lost consciousness completely.

She then had a dream where she was sleeping with Eshwar, woke up before he did in the morning, and walked out of the room with messy hair while wearing Eshwar's big baggy back t-shirt.

She smiled warmly while sniffing his t-shirt, went to the white, sleek, modern kitchen, cooked food, plated it before placing it on the dining table, tied her hair up into a bun, and walked to the room before pouncing on Eshwar, who was naked on the bed with a white blanket covering his lower half of the body. She shook him violently to wake him up with a smile on her face, and Eshwar woke up, pined her on to the bed, and cuddled, disappointingly.