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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I Am Tired Of Being A Hero

Malik took a few more bites. The porridge was soft and melted without chewing. It was a bit bland with only a bit of sesame oil for flavor. This kind of porridge was the kind you had to stand by the stove and constantly stir so it would neither have lumps nor end up mashed up.

The emotions of worry and concern wafting from this person were addicting warm. Malik was not in the habit of lying to himself. He knew as long as this person was in this place, he would reconnect back here. He would always come back to Harlem.

It was funny, turns out he was also as simple as the same people he looked down on.

Ravi was sitting down on the sofa next to him, there was no smile on his face, after Malik finished drinking the small bowl of porridge, he passed him another bowl, "Have some steamed eggs."

Going back to work