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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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Tower defense [1]

As he was returning from the tavern, Waylen suddenly heard the sirens of the city ring out.

Without wasting any time, he hurriedly ran towards the outer walls of the city where an elderly figure stood. 

Deeply gazing into the distance on the top of the enormous wall outside of the mountain where Henolur resided; a terrifying wind blew from below the walls. 

Oddly enough, despite the strong winds blowing, the old man's clothes remained completely still and didn't flutter the slightest. 

Sensing something, the old man turned his head and greeted Waylen with a calm smile.

"Waylen, you're back."

"I just came back from a drink, what exactly is going on, Douglas?" 

"Haaa." 

Closing his eyes slightly, the old man, Douglas, looked towards the distance. 

Waving his hand, the strong winds around them completely disappeared and silence descended.