In a novel, who's the most pitiful exitance? One would say the Hero, others would say the Villain. Many would also say it's the mobs. But rarely would ever say it's the Second lead. However, Horas Spencer would beg to differ.

An ordinary man before, he gets reborn into a 5-year-old body of the second main lead of a novel he wrote a long time ago. The only catch? He's not only the protagonist's brother but also the Second main lead. Now the only one who knows the truth of this new world he had been reborn in, Horas Spencer has one goal in mind - to make sure he interacts as little with the main story as possible.

But to escape the fate of being the Second Main Lead is not easy and the challenges that Horas would have to face are many. Not to mention, find a way back to his real world where he had a decent life and family waiting for him. For that to happen, he would play various roles, even that of a Villain. Just as long as he could go home in one piece.

However, the mystery of this new world might be tougher to crack than Horas first expected it to be. And the shadow of being the 'Second best' is not easy to overcome.

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There will be late romance, it will be dark and a lot of world building.

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Surviving as the Second Main Lead: Second Lead's POV

Horas watched as Tora jumped on tables and sniffed the herbs. She had remembered the scent from yesterday but it must be frustrating to find a single smell in this vast room full of other scents. 


Still, Horas was confident that Tora will be able to find the herbs that had been lost yesterday. And especially more so since she seemed to have narrowed down the area. 


Tora was running around Emma’s desk and some of her neighbors, signaling that these desks were the problem. But no one seemed to have noticed Tora’s moments just yet. 


Emma did try to pet Tora but the mechanical cat refused to behave and kept on evading Emma’s touch. 


So it did not take long for Emma to give up with a flush on her face. The cat had not seemed interested in him. 


Horas did not make his move until the suspicious senior walked over to Emma and touched her shoulder. That innocent touch sent warning signals off inside Horas’s brain. 


“-and this herb needs to be boiled to get the fragrance out.” 


63: The club is ruined