I regressed and became the weakest summoned of a genius summoner. Now, I will protect her from the one who killed us.

“I’ll concede the first strike.” Please, hit me first. For f*ck’s sake. When I parried the attack, I was mistaken for a God of War.

I thought I could live comfortably. Until the main character tried to imprison me.

I’ve possessed the popular villain in a novel. So, I’m going all out.

I became Ho Cheon-an, a second-rate warrior in the martial arts game [Murim Cheonha]. To survive, I had no choice but to give enlightenment. Martial arts masters began to obsess over me. In Murim Cheonha, where fame means difficulty, getting attention meant death. Please, just go away. Please, let me live.

There were women approaching me, who had decided to die.

I want to quit. Please let me quit.

It wasn’t even malicious criticism. I just gave feedback in the tone I was asked to. So why the hell did I, the writer who just wanted to help a junior, possess this body of the prospective groom… a villain, who died in the hands of the heroine on their wedding night?

“Damn those bastards!” As soon as Part 1 ended, the main characters of the novel escaped. Then, what about Part 2?

I’ve been struggling for over a decade in this world where magic is equivalent to science. And now I’ve realized that my employer is the protagonist’s enemy. …Boss, can I quit my job?