_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

Samuel continued to mumble to himself like a madman with a dry throat, which spouted a hoarse, horror-filled voice.

He was able to "see" all fifty-three people of his group in front of him; however, they.... He couldn't feel any of their presences.

As soon as his thoughts affirmed what he was seeing, all fifty-three of them began to tremble violently. As their faces twisted in pain, unable to stare at their expressions, Samuel lowered his head in guilt and dread at what he would have to hear.

Due to his lowered gaze, he noticed that the people in front didn't have feet as they just floated above ground as they gradually began to dematerialize. Shuddering violently at the mere imagination of losing them "again," Samuel rushed towards them stumblingly, yet he continued to move as he pushed himself off of the ground desperately.

347. Death is but an instant relief.