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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[This book is participating in the WSA contest]

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

I Am Tired Of Being A Hero

That kiss had messed him up more than he would like to admit and he could not take his eyes off Arlen. His boyfriend moved around the apartment, looking for plates before transferring the food from the takeaway into two plates. He waved his hand and they were steaming hot once again and he carried them to the dinner table, placing one before Ravi and the second one, on the opposite seat.

"Where did I keep it?" Arlen mused as he started opening shelves one after the other.

Ravi watched those muscles flex and he swallowed. He was hungry.

Just not for the stewed pork ribs, boiled rice, tofu puddings, and pan-fried vegetables in front of him. He felt that his trousers were growing tighter with each passing second and he moved, sighing. It did not help that Arlen was walking up and down in front of him, those thighs having a parade in front of his eyes.

I dare you (M)