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 Vaughn was being wheeled on a gurney into an operating room. Several specialists from the hospital's colorectal surgery department gathered around, their faces grim.

They looked down at the bandages covering his backside. They were completely soaked through with dark red blood, interspersed with disturbing flecks of yellow-brown. The surgeons exchanged uneasy glances, frowning deeply, visibly hesitant about what to do next.

"Good Lord, what did he do?" muttered one surgeon, a man with glasses perched on his nose. He nervously ran a hand through his thinning hair, utterly perplexed. "We just stitched him up yesterday! How in the hell did he manage to tear everything open again in less than twenty-four hours?"

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