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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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303. He's not that weak.

Suffocating.

 

It felt as if somebody was chocking me by my neck, and in front of me was a demon that reeked of thick blood, and I could tell for sure that it wasn't a scent that a person who fought monsters would reek.

 

I will meet stronger people in the future, so I can't flatter now, not even slightly! With that thought in my mind, I exhaled sharply, and with my right foot in the front, I raised the broad sword, which I held with both of my arms, and with a slight flinch, I abruptly appeared in front of Reynolds and swung down at him, vertically, without wasting a single snap.

 

TING

 

BOOM!

 

With a slight tap of his double-edged sword at the centre of the broadsword, he deflected the swing, and I stopped the sword before it hit the ground, as a small force behind the swing dispersed with a loud 'boom', as I didn't want to damage the property or struggle if my sword stuck in the ground.

 

WHOOOSH!