Villain Is on Vacation

"Every day is so annoying and tiring. Just working, eating, and pooping. I rarely get any peace of mind." Rain grumbled. "I want some rest and go on vacation. It's good I am going on vacation tomorrow. Goodbye to annoying work for a few days," he cheered. As he was crossing the road, he saw a truck coming towards him. "Looks like, my life suc--" Whether gratifying or pathetic, almost the next moment, he got crushed by the truck, died, and transmigrated into the world of the game "Saga of the Magical Knight" as a mid-tier villain, Rain Holmes. "Welcome to the fantasy world, I guess." Fortunately, the system was there to help him. [Host should choose one choice among the following three choices.] | 1. Supporting Character | | 2. Villain | | 3. Extra Character | "Supporting Character sucks, and being a villain is tiring and risky. I choose to be an extra character." Rain answered. [Okay.] 'Who cares about that protagonist and heroines, I rather go on vacation and live a free life.' Rain scoffed. He didn't care about the plot, he wanted [vacation]. However, soon he realized it won't be as easy as he thought. "Hey, runaway Young master, spar with me!" The musclehead Villain roared. "Rain, you are only my friend, I won't let other bitches have you." One of the heroines declared. "But didn't he say he love me?" A mysterious beauty appeared. "Is getting vacation that hard?" Rain said in an exhausted tone.

Madwriter_2377 · Fantasy
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I Don't Like Playing Hero

"Wake up," In a small, modest room, a woman who appeared to be in her forties was trying to wake up her son, Leo.

The room was small and modest, with simple furnishings and not much decoration.

The walls were painted a pale shade of blue, and there were a few framed pictures hanging on them. The floor was made of polished wooden boards, and there was a small woven rug on the floor beside the bed.

"Wake up, Leo," the mother said gently, "It's already past 9 AM, and we need to start collecting herbs before the sun is high in the sky."

However, she didn't get any response.

The mother tried again, "Lyra, get up quickly. I have a lot of work to do, and I can't stand here all day." Saying this, she shook the boy - who was lying in bed with no worries. He appeared to be 17 or 18 years old teen.

The bed was a simple wooden frame with a thin mattress and a few pillows.

In that pillow a boy with brown hair way sleeping soundly.