_Eshwar_

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.

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SLOW START.

[VOL 1 INTRODUCTION: MAYBE CONFUSING, BUT EVERYTHING WILL COME TOGETHER IN THE LATER CHAPTERS.]
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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!!!!

Villain of my own novel

I, who once thought of him as a family member, am now looking at him as if I want to resurrect him just to kill him again. 


Plenty of the moments I spent with Quinn flashed through my mind as if trying to change my mind, but...


"Che. How annoying." I clicked my tongue because all the 'muscle memories' I had as the Eye were forcing themselves into my mind every time I moved my body.


'I guess, Nhifrogr's knowledge is useful at times like these....' I closed my eyes and felt every nook and cranny of 'my' body because information about the body always forces itself into my mind even when I don't want it to, it was somewhat convenient this time.


"Hmm...." I clenched and unclenched my fist to check if there was any changes, oh you bet there were, everything felt far more comfortable now, and 'my' body moved exactly how I wanted it to.


140. Return of the cursed (3).