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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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381. Divine Laws.

Divine laws.

Or luck as I call it.

It is an unfathomable power which could be explained as nothing but LUCK.

The same power that helped the Gods to corner me at times and even inflict life-threatening damages when I went to war against the Gods. Going to war against Gods may sound as if it isn't that big of a deal, but one needed to be utterly insane to even think about wanting to stand against a God, and I went to a war against such beings.

One could understand how messed up my mind had been at those times.

Messed up isn't even a right word; I wasn't even thinking as not even a single thought had managed to cruise through my mind in the first three or four wars, my mind regained some clarity only when things began to feel pointless.