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

Eric imagined it clearly: the girl, Riley, sobbing gratefully as she collapsed into his embrace. 'So innocent, so pure...Holding her close would feel incredible.'

An empty room was perfect. No witnesses, no need to hide. He could finally focus entirely on the treatment... Eric eased the door open and carefully shuffled inside.

He forced himself to take small steps, wincing. He could feel the tell-tale dampness spreading beneath his pants, his stitches must have ripped open again. 'Thank God for the thick gauze,' he thought grimly, 'or I'd be leaving a trail of blood.'

His eyes swept the room, searching for hidden cameras or listening devices before he allowed himself to relax even slightly.

Past failures had left him jumpy, almost paranoid. Now, before helping anyone, he instinctively scanned for annoyance pr threatgs. He still couldn't shake the unnerving feeling of being watched.

Tricked