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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

335. One minute.

(AN: Omniscient POV)

 

No reaction could be found in Eshwar, yet the eerie scribbling sound continued to resound in the room, even though the royals present in the room knew that the shackled could do nothing that defied Ortharious' will in the room; they too could do nothing else but stand still in spot, not because they didn't want to act out, bloating their pride, or anything along those lines, but because the eerie feeling that increasingly turned terrifying forced them to stand still.

 

Even Ortharious, who had a resentful expression just seconds ago, had a terrified expression on his face now. They could understand that something eerie was happening, but they couldn't really put their fingers on what it was.

 

[What are you going to do now?] A mortifying voice resounded throughout the room, in a room where nothing even similar was possible.