_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 took a step forward, crouched down, and jumped forward while the other foot was still in the air, hoping that if I got up, maybe, just maybe, the air would be a bit fresh, no, a bit normal, and as if to help me, sector six was densely packed with skyscrapers.


I jumped off the ground and continued to jump higher until I could only see the skyscrapers ahead of me. I lunged forward towards the nearest skyscraper while stepping on the snowflakes, and then a crazy idea appeared to in my mind.


"I have nothing to hold while swinging, so I guess I just have to jump from one to another..." I mumbled, grinning.


I stood in mid-air in front of the skyscraper, gazing up at the night sky, where the moon shone brightly and the stars twinkled, as if trying not to be overshadowed by the moon.


151. White Swan.