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.

Looking forward to working with all of you! Stay tuned!

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The Archangel of Death

"What are you doing!!!?" Eric yelled as those running for freedom were skewered like kebabs in a skewer. Only there was more than one skewer for each piece of meat.

I admit that the scene was a little overwhelming for the kids who hadn't seen more than a severed hand let alone see almost a thousand people being impaled by arrows, their death bringing in a lot of pain which in turn brought a lot of screaming.

"What makes magic, magic?" I asked out loud. No one replied. Everyone was too overwhelmed by everything.

"Weapons are simple. You can tell what their user would do. But magic is special in that regard, why?" I asked again when no one replied.

"It's unpredictable," Asmara replied. She wasn't a mage but she sure knew how to fight one.

Exactly. Magic was a mystery, hence the name.

"Correct-o-mundo." I replied before I added, "Magic is always unpredictable. Hence never let your guard down when it comes to magic."

Battle