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The person whom the world revolves around. The person who defeats all of his opponents, and ultimately gets the beautiful girl. The sole existence all villains fear. That is the protagonist. What about me? As a failed author who had only one success throughout his whole career, I had reincarnated into my late novel. "This is it" I thought, as I tightly clenched my fist. Did I just get reincarnated in my own novel? Is this where I reincarnate in a novel and become the protagonist? No. Sadly it's not that kind of novel, as I reincarnated as a mob. The world doesn't revolve around me. The girls don't come flocking towards me. The cheat items don't come to me. "Phew" I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god I'm not the protagonist" I joyfully shouted as tears streamed down my cheeks. Wait, are you curious as to why I don't want to be the protagonist? I did forget to mention the most important thing when I was describing a protagonist. That is... They are calamity magnets. I just died. If I learned something from that, it's that it really isn't a pleasant experience. If possible let me live a long stable life. Thank you, whoever reincarnated me. I would later come to regret these words... ======== Reader Disclaimer : Please read the *Read before reading novel* in synopsis. ======== Credit to _oinkchan for helping me find the previous novel cover Credit to Rengoku for his amazing edit of the new cover. ======== Discord : https://discord.gg/FNAKgfyky4 Patreon : https://www.patreon.com/TheAuthorPOV

Entrail_JI · 奇幻
分數不夠
864 Chs

Chaos [1]

"Anything to report regarding the fly that has been running rampant recently?" 

A deep voice echoed inside a small room. There were clear and visible hints of anger in his voice as the room quaked a bit. 

The voice belonged to Marquis Kornivor, an executive sent by the Greed clan to handle the situation. Although sub-branches weren't particularly important, the loss of over ten of them was still felt by them. 

Furthermore, with their pride, how could they allow such flies to continue to exist? 

"This..." 

Replaying to him was a demon whose body trembled. 

"Regarding...the white death, we don't really..." 

Crack—! 

The sound of something shattering echoed throughout the room. 

"Useless."

Opening his hand revealing fine black powder, Marquis Kornivor turned his attention toward another demon in the room. 

The moment their eyes locked, the demon started to shake even more than the previous one.