MTL - I Kicked Down the Crazy Male Lead and Flirted with the Villain - Chapter 250 Something went wrong

In this world, strong warriors are needed in order to conquer the hot crimson desert. The Pareia Tribal-Chief’s first-born son, named Yulian Provoke, routinely gallops through the stormy deserts alone. Only to find someone of destiny – an otherworldly man that would change his fate forever. This same young child who struggles to find purpose while embodying both ambition and revenge into his very own hands as he awaits that faithful day of confronting a particular person that was, supposedly, the culprit of his blood-mother’s death. At first, he was alone; but then after, he forms the RED STORM division – a group of powerful warriors at his command – in hopes of Conquering the Desert, braving towards those who oppose him, and bringing great fortune to his tribe.

I died.A former loan shark with nothing but scars and regrets.Then I woke up in the middle of a BL novel—inside the body of a minor villain fated to die for daring to touch a rare, pregnant male omega.So I did what any sane person would do:I ran. Far from the dukes. Far from the plot. Far from trouble.Then the omega literally fell into my arms.Sunshine-sweet, stupidly pretty, very pregnant... and followed by four of the most dangerous alphas in the kingdom.Now I’m protecting him. And his beta best friend? Cold, calm, clearly hates me... and somehow looks hotter every time he glares.One rare omega. One repressed beta. Four furious dukes.This wasn’t in the script—but neither was falling in love. Twice.NB: Love triangle, eventually turns into poly relationship.Alpha- Beta- Omega relationship.SMUT scenes, viewer discretion is advised.

[From the Author of Author's POV...]

Emotions are like a drug to us.

The more we experience them, the more we become addicted.

The hardest part is not letting them consume us.

But it's already too late for me.

I've already been swallowed whole.

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I had no knowledge of the game.

I was meant to have died.

And yet, I found myself in this situation.

A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made.

What the hell is going on?

...and who am I?

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