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

Malik barely had time to breathe before two more were on him.

One came low, trying to swipe his legs out, while the other leaped high, aiming for his head.

He jumped back, his feet skidding on the dirt as the high one's claws nearly raked across his face.

His blade flashed in a quick arc, clipping the low one's arm and sending it spinning to the ground.

The second Qird landed rough and pounced again.

Malik sidestepped, driving his elbow into its side midair, then followed up with a slash across its back.

The creature hit the ground in a heap, snarling for a moment then dead the next.

"You guys gotta work on your coordination."

He flicked the blood off his blade.

KIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

A loud screech from his blind spot made him whirl around.

Another Qird—a big one, its flames burning brighter than the rest—came barreling toward him.

Inferno's Aftermath II