Entrail_JI

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...


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Credit to _oinkchan for helping me find the previous novel cover
Credit to Rengoku for his amazing edit of the new cover. 
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The Author's POV

"What did you want to talk about?"

Gazing into the distance from one of the park benches, I sat.

The person next to me, Kevin, sighed and leaned back on the bench.

"You know, if you had answered my calls, I wouldn't have had to come all the way here."

"...I was kind of busy, you know?"

I replied whilst scratching the side of my neck. I actively chose not to use my phone while I was spending time with Amanda, as I thought that it would be rude of me to do so.

In addition, I was here to understand my feelings properly. Not to play around with my phone.

"...and, after sending me over a hundred messages just this morning, I wouldn't know if you sent me a message.

"Whose fault do you think that is?"

His eyebrows shot up as he suddenly recalled something.

"Now that you've reminded me, fix what you did."

Date [5]