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

The man with the disfigured face didn't say anything. If he didn't reply aggressively to my taunt, then he was more composed than I thought. That only made things complicated.

From the looks of it, that was his only negative point, and even when I pointed it out, he didn't react to it which spoke volumes of how difficult to rile up he would be. If I couldn't rile him up, it would be very difficult to make him fess up.

"That's it?" He asked, "That's the best you got? I don't even feel anything about this."

I nodded and said, "So it seems. So," I paused before I asked, "Why don't you jog my memory? I just can't seem to guess who you are."

"Well, I can tell you. But then, it wouldn't be no fun." The man said, his tone amused by the current situation we were in.

I remained unresponsive. Even an idiot could tell he was wasting time. Since that was the case, I didn't see any merit in wasting time here anymore.

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