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The person whom the world revolves around. The person who defeats all of his opponents, and ultimately gets the beautiful girl. The sole existence all villains fear. That is the protagonist. What about me? As a failed author who had only one success throughout his whole career, I had reincarnated into my late novel. "This is it" I thought, as I tightly clenched my fist. Did I just get reincarnated in my own novel? Is this where I reincarnate in a novel and become the protagonist? No. Sadly it's not that kind of novel, as I reincarnated as a mob. The world doesn't revolve around me. The girls don't come flocking towards me. The cheat items don't come to me. "Phew" I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god I'm not the protagonist" I joyfully shouted as tears streamed down my cheeks. Wait, are you curious as to why I don't want to be the protagonist? I did forget to mention the most important thing when I was describing a protagonist. That is... They are calamity magnets. I just died. If I learned something from that, it's that it really isn't a pleasant experience. If possible let me live a long stable life. Thank you, whoever reincarnated me. I would later come to regret these words... ======== Reader Disclaimer : Please read the *Read before reading novel* in synopsis. ======== Credit to _oinkchan for helping me find the previous novel cover Credit to Rengoku for his amazing edit of the new cover. ======== Discord : https://discord.gg/FNAKgfyky4 Patreon : https://www.patreon.com/TheAuthorPOV

Entrail_JI · Fantasy
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864 Chs

Encounter [1]

"Haa..." 

Hein finally let out an exhausted breath, sitting on top of a large bed. 

'These past few months sure have been, tough.'

Going from a regular teen who went to the academy each day and during the night supported his father's shop to suddenly leaving the human domain to constantly fight against beasts each day. 

—Hiiing!

Taking out his shield, Hein slowly started cleaning it. 

Compared to before, his shield was now riddled with scars and cracks.

It was an <E > ranked artifact that had accompanied him for many years.

Yet, it was now reduced in such a sorry state that it could no longer be called a shield.

Perhaps calling it a piece of scrap metal was more accurate at this point. 

Still, Hein wasn't disheartened.

They were in the dwarven domain where artifacts lay everywhere.