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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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316. Still as terrifying as ever......

"Gaze of the Omniscient." With a mumble, I glanced down at Isha, who was in my arms.

 

DOOOOOOM!

 

And as if a cue of death rang, a pitch-black, humongous, horned demonic demoness's figure with a crimson hue surrounding it appeared, towering in front of me, glaring at me with bright golden irises and vertical pure white slits. The entirety of its body was covered in cracks, through which Isha's "divine mana" was seeping out, yet it still had a missing piece at its heart, through which I could see the pure white, celestial yet ominous power of one's soul.

 

'Still as terrifying as ever...' I thought inwardly. Its size was celestial; well, its existence was defined with a "Celestial" in front of it, and of course, I do not know its name even now.