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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1: The cover is A.I generated and it is completely mine.
2: The new update schedule is one chapter per day. But the option of bonus chapters is now available.
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The Archangel of Death

Ever since I was born, I was the special one. Whether it was in academics, sports, or anything else there was for a human to do. If there was one thing I wasn't good at, then it was power.

Raw, immense power. I was born special. So it made sense when I had special powers as well. And I didn't just feel like they were obligated to me. I earned them. Perfected them. And then perfected them again. And again. And again. For millions of years, in fragments, I made myself better every time.

Yet, no matter what I did, I just couldn't defeat him. My Dad, I mean. My Dad wasn't born special like me. I've heard many stories from my grandparents and my uncle and aunt about him. About how pathetic he was, weak, or everything like that.

But, there was one thing he was always proud of. His relentlessness. He once told me, 'You don't have to be special to hit back.'

Tower of Regrets