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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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394 Chs

268. Release.

 "Heh." Eshwar grinned widely when he saw his fingers hold the faceless face of the black mannequin. He turned off the invisibility on the white parasite mask, opened his mouth wide, concentrated on gathering mana only on the razor-sharp ends of the mask, leaned forward, and bit the faceless face.

 

'What is this, some kind of metal?' He thought inwardly, when he noticed that its faceless face was too hard. And his mask couldn't bite through even when the razor-sharp, shark-fang-like edges were coated with mana. He knew that it was some kind of metal because of the Dwarven trait mixed into his race.

 

'F**k it.' He released the bite, held himself with his left claw, pulled his right fist back, and

 

BAM!

 

He punched at it as hard as he could, rode the pressure from the impact, and jumped back, standing on the snow flaked footing and gazing at the unscathed mannequin in rage with a hint of noticeable fear in his eyes.