Alex_morg

[Ding!]

[Mission Unlocked: Eliminate the moles planted by Rose in the Reid Industries.]

Reward: $10 billion in cash upon mission completion.
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Alex, a 18-year-old ordinary guy, finds himself inexplicably transmigrated into the plot of a Cheesy with no logic bashing novel. 

But his excitement quickly turns to dread when he realizes he hasn’t taken the role of the protagonist but the villain.

To make matters worse, he’s destined to be the first stepping stone for the novel’s protagonist—the Plot armor son.

Terrified of his impending doom, Alex thought of changing his strategy of even going as far as changing the whole story plot if he can survive in this braindead novel.

And like some ROB or GOD answering his prayers for having fun on his decision, a mechanical voice spind in his mind and a blue transparent panel appeared in front of his eye.

[Ding!]

[System Activated!]

Detecting the host's desire to alter the original storyline.

Activating [Villain System]…

Alex’s relief is short-lived when he discovers the system’s peculiar goal:

[Ding!]

[Mission Unlocked: Eliminate the moles planted by Rose in the Reid Industries.]

Reward: $10 billion in cash upon mission completion.

With his life on the line and a mission ahead, Alex embarks on his journey to survive the braindead Novel.

Will he be able survive or fall victim to the Plot Armor son Aka Protagonist.

Well that is for the future Alex to decide and know and you readers…

Surviving In This Filthy World As A Novel Villain

University, Girls' Dorm:-

Sera sat cross-legged on her bed, sunlight spilling through the open window and warming the pages of her textbook.

It was Saturday, and the dorm was a ghost town—her roommates off on dates or slinging coffee at the campus shop.

The quiet was a rare treat, and she sank into it, her pencil scratching steadily as she tackled her homework, the world outside fading to a soft hum.

Sera didn't need cash—her family had plenty—and her body ached from the waist down, a dull throb that kept her glued to the dorm all day.

She sprawled across her bed, textbooks scattered around her like a fortress, her pencil scratching away at equations.

The soreness was a nagging reminder of Alex, and she shifted uncomfortably, trying to focus.

Knock, knock, knock! A sharp rap jolted her from her thoughts.

Free Again