_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

'Help!' She screamed, inwardly and tightly closed her eyes, nothing cruised in her mind in that situation, she could have used mana to escape, but even a thought about it didn't come to her mind. The woman who stood behind her just noticed her distress and....


"What're you doing?" A irritated voice sounded in front of Faye which gave her hope.


She slowly opened her eyes and saw black loafers, she gaze slowly moved up to black trousers, black shirt with top three buttons unbuttoned and finally to the black haired and black eyed handsome face.


"Huh? Who are you?" Alvin asked and Faye shivered at his voice.


"See, I'm quite irritated right now and I don't want to kill anybody on an impulse, so please kindly back off." The black haired man said and massaged his temples with his black gloved right hand while his black gloved left hand was on his waist.


"...." The entire bar turned silent, since the music was turned down at the black haired man's words.


170. Max.