Dark_Scholars

“Have you ever wished that a truck would hit you and you would transmigrate into a world filled with swords and magic? Perhaps you wished that you would be a hero, defeating the villains, protecting the land, and receiving all sorts of admiration and love from the people. I would give you one piece of advice. Perish that thought.” -Ravi West

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Ravi West was a hero of indisputable esteem. As a Sentinel, he traveled the Realms, killing villains and saving entire civilizations. His job was everything to him. Until Luxor. 

Luxor changed everything. Luxor changed him. Ravi was done. The tiredness etched into his bones. He laid down his mantle and vanished.

He chose the most boring planet in his memory for his retirement, except this Earth was not like the one he remembered-  Nests, monsters, superheroes, and villains filled the streets but that was not his business. He has a plan, a quiet, uncaring life filled with wine, food, and books.

But the New Captain at the Bureau seemed to enjoy shattering all his carefully laid plans. He was the most annoying person Ravi had ever met, blonde hair, the most beautiful blue eyes, and a sunny smile, the righteous Arlen Sinclair constantly got involved in cases much bigger than him, dragging Ravi along into his Shenanigans.


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Grumpy, Cynic Shou who doesn't care if the world burns× Golden Retriever, Righteous Gong who is the first to bring the bucket to save the burning world.

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Disclaimer: The book cover to be taken down at owner's request.

I Am Tired Of Being A Hero

Ravi did not drink last night; not even one single drop and yet he woke up as if he was buzzed with joy. His head was throbbing, not that kind of headache that accompanied a night where he drank till he passed out, it was as if there was a pleasant hum in his head that made him want to sway and twirl to an invisible music.

He took out his uniform and began to iron it before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

It was early in the morning, just a few minutes past six o'clock but he was already bustling with energy.

The cold water ran down his hair, cascading down his shoulders. What should he make this morning, Congee, or rice? It had been a while since he had eaten egg-fried rice for breakfast. Since the pasta finished yesterday night, what should he make the little child for lunch, something healthy and filling?

Making breakfast, then goosebumps