Bad_Wolf_7811

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There are many things that I hate to the point of loathing.

But what I hate most about this scenario is a hero who screws up.

I mean sure, he can do whatever he wants. But all I'm asking is not to be naïve.

This is a story about how I got transmigrated into the world of a novel, about how I tolerated the naïve MC whose actions were no better than a four years old even though he had regressed.

And how I, the side character, or a small villain one could say, had to clean up the messes made by the hero and his party.

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The synopsis might not be that compelling but I'm still learning folks. I hope you give this novel a read until the free chapters before you decide whether to drop it or keep reading it.

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The Archangel of Death

"Is that so?" I asked unconcerned and added, "Well, sure." I unceremoniously took a seat on the sofa in front of the table.

"That's a relief. You don't suit my taste anyway." I said loud enough for both of them to hear. It might sound like I was continuing my joke but I was dead serious.

"Anyway, what have you called me here for?" I asked even though I knew fully well why she wanted to see me.

"I want you to honor your deal from the duel." She spoke.

"Mmm. Let me guess, you want the recipe because if you don't present something by Thursday, you are screwed." I made an accurate guess that hit on the spot as Sophien's cold expression faltered.

"But, are you really under the impression that it's fair?" I asked. She flinched. She knew what I was getting at. In case she had lost, whatever her authority allowed wouldn't measure up to what she was asking.

Going to a dungeon