GoldenStache

{Author Of Old-World Extra}
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"All untainted paths lead to the one truth."
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There was nothing special about my life... except for how I died.
I went out in the dumbest, most ridiculous way possible; even a dog’s death would’ve made for a better sight.
But hey, that wasn’t even the weird part. Not by a long shot. 
For whatever reason, my soul had gotten ripped out and shoved into the body of some "Villain" in a faraway land.
Yep, you heard that right. A clichéd "Villain." And I’ve got ten days before he’s publicly executed.
This guy—well, I—used to be a Beggar. 
One that grew into a Magi, then a Seeker, then a Professor, and then... 
A Sultan. 
The one ruler of the entire world.
Now? I’m stuck facing the people I used to love, ready to pay for all the “evil” I’ve done.
Fate seemed Hellbent on ending me no matter where I went, but just as I was about to give up...
A Script appeared before my mind’s eye.
{Would you like to witness your real history, your Path?}
{Would you like to make it past your Promised Day?}
{Would you like to become a True King?}
{If so, repeat after me…}
It gave me one word—ancient, powerful, and clear.
“BASSORĀH!”
Many paths came together.
Then, a projection appeared and it began to display... my memories? 
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This is a story about suffering. Anger. And forgiveness. 

{Volume One Remember Me: Complete}
{Volume Two For Whom The Bell Tolls: Complete}
{Volume Three When the Sparrow Falls: Ongoing}

Extra Tags: Drama, Reaction, Misunderstanding, Transmigration. Time Travel.

Misunderstood Villain: Heroines Mourn My Death

After they had their fun, Malik stood up and headed back to the route.

Safira skipped towards him and held his hand.

"You still didn't tell us! How do we start?!"

Jasmine did the same but only tugged at his sleeve.

He glanced at them and then continued walking.

"Well, there's only one way, and that's by unlocking your mutation... activating the core..."

Before they could reply to his words, he held a finger to his lips.

Malik untied a bundle of Scrolls from his belt.

The girls exchanged curious glances, Safira leaning in from his left while Jasmine peered from his right, her head tilted just enough to see what he was doing.

He laid the first of the Scrolls out carefully on his palm, its edges curling from being tucked away for so long.

Change The World