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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The Author's POV

"Don't let yourself be led astray. Choose the right side… Don't let yourself be led astray. Choose the right side… Don't let yourself be led astray. Choose the right side... Hah."

I laughed when I thought back on those words.

It sure as hell sounded like one. It didn't matter much to me anyway. Whether it was a threat or not, I already knew which side I was on.

There was no need for her to remind me.

Walking around the empty streets in front of me, I mused back on the words Sister Viviana told me. There was quite a bit of information that I learned.

"So Waylan's wife used to work at the orphanage, huh…"

But most importantly, I came to learn of a very strange fact.

Figuring things out [4]