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

Like a statue, he stayed rooted in that stance.

The air shifted around him, now carrying the promise of death.

Both his hands were locked tight around his shamshir's hilt, holding it before him.

Its charred steel hissed and crackled with barely contained flames, the heat licking up his arms.

SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!

Then, the Roc's shadow arrived, swallowing the land around him.

Each wing flap rumbled the ground, playing with the fire he wielded.

It screeched a second time as it descended, opening its beak wide.

Not so keen on that, Malik darted to the left and jumped.

Midair, he stabbed forward, his blade shooting out a concentrated blast.

Aimed right at its freakishly huge eye.

End Of The Endless