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

Riley shoved a little harder, but his kiss deepened, insistent, and soon her resistance faded. Her fingers, once fighting, curled into his shirt, clinging like she didn't want to let go.

They kissed for what felt like forever—three minutes at least. When they finally broke apart, Alex glanced down, smirking at her small hands still tangled in his shirt. Riley caught his look and yanked them back, flustered.

"You were holding on pretty tight," he teased, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Sure you want me to leave?"

Her cheeks, already flushed, burned hotter under his stare. She nibbled her lip nervously, the soft pink tempting him all over again.

"You… you have to go," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. Her head dipped, avoiding his gaze as his warm breath grazed her forehead, sending a shiver through her. "This is a girls' dorm. You can't stay."

The air between them thickened, heavy with tension.

The Quiet Game