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

"Starving," he confirmed, nodding. The large hand resting casually on her waist began to slide upwards, fingers playfully brushing against her ribs in a way that hinted he might just take a bite out of her.

That playful threat was enough. Riley quickly squirmed away and sat up properly. "Okay, okay," she said, her mind immediately racing, trying to remember what meager food supplies she had stashed in the dorm.

Alex genuinely was hungry. Eating a normal dinner and sleeping before midnight usually kept hunger at bay. But staying awake well past midnight, especially after an hour of rather strenuous... activity... inevitably led to a demanding appetite.

"Um, I have some instant noodles... is that okay?" She rarely bought treats or snacks; every spare cent went to her grandmother's mounting hospital bills. The few packs of cheap noodles were strictly for emergencies like this.

Midnight Snack