_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

"Shall we start the party?" White Swan glared at the hundreds of people in front of him.


He raised his hand, making everyone flinch, even though they knew he was only one man, they weren't confident in winning because something seemed to be wrong, no matter how strong one is, even a Rank-SS hero would be scared to fight against hundreds of Rank-B and Rank-A people, but the man in front of them was too calm, they felt like he was stalling time for something, then suddenly the man in front of them lowered his hand, they flinched again, they employed mana, covered themselves in it, clenched their weapons, and prepared for what was to come, but the man swung his hand behind his back and placed it on the gun on the desk behind him.


153. White Swan's signature kill.