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My Job As The Villain Is To Steal The Protagonist's Women

CliffSage
"I have a job now?" Jordan was what one would call an unlucky man. At twenty-three, he was rotting in a cramped one-room apartment, too exhausted by life to do anything about it. He had a college certificate, but AI swallowed the industry whole before he even had the chance to use it. So he was screwed. It only got worse. His parents cut off his allowance and told him to be a man. His college sweetheart dumped him for someone he considered a lifelong enemy. And just when he thought the universe had run out of ways to humiliate him, his sink broke and started dripping nonstop. Jordan was ready to give up on life entirely. Then he received a notification. 『You have been hired』 He assumed it was a scam and tried turning off his phone — but it wouldn't turn off. 『The God of Games has offered you a job』 He lost consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he was in a divine office, dressed in a suit that cost more than his entire life, sitting before a man in a violently colorful outfit who called himself the God of Games. The job? Reincarnate into the body of the main villain of a trashy webnovel. Steal the protagonist's opportunities, his victories, his women… everything the plot had written for him. Basically... make the hero's life a living hell. Jordan had nothing to lose. So he took the job.
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