_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

Her room's door was busted open from the outside as soon as she took her sword out of her inventory, and a deep frown appeared on her beautiful face when she saw the dagger-wielding silhouette walk in to her office room.


"Alvin?" Faye frowned as she stared at Alvin, who had a dazed look on his face and had a white smudge around his nose and mouth.


'His took drugs before coming here.' Faye started to analyse her opponent and noticed that he was drooling with a lustful gaze fixed on her.


"Tsk, disgusting son of a bit*h." Faye spat in disgust.


"Faye Clayt...." Alvin called out, but was cut short by Faye, who was irritated by his very 'existence.' 


188. A Prophecy.