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

Arlen looked at his cards and then up at Ravi who had a small smile on his face. "Just...Just how is this possible?"

His eyes were round and filled with shock, Ravi just knew he would be painting this expression over and over again this week.

"Are you saying that you did not think that it was possible for me to win?" he leaned back and looked at him.

Arlen shook his head, swallowing, "I didn't. I didn't say that." But he thought about it. He looked at Ravi and saw that his eyes were bright with mischief. He was enjoying this, that gray seemed to depart from the color of burnt ash to basalt, the gold warmer.

Ravi raised an eyebrow to state that he did not believe him, he sipped the drink which unusually stayed cold, no matter how much time passed.

"Fine. But how...Okay. You won. But I just taught you this right now. You are amazing, Ravi."

Getting late