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

{Outside The Projection}

Just then, when Malik turned to face Jasmine, the projection had paused.

The moment that happened, the once silent hall broke out into chaos.

"Why—and I mean this from the depths of my soul—why the hell does it always cut off at the tensest part?!!!!"

"Stop with the fucking cliffhangers, Goddammit!"

"Is it some kind of sick joke?!"

"Is it not showing her face on purpose?!"

"I swear if I ever meet the Arcanist who designed this damn thing…"

A younger voice piped up, their tone bordering on desperation.

"It has to be something about her face, right? Some twist? A reveal? Like—like she's secretly—"

An older woman cut in, rolling her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn't fall out of her head.

NOT AGAIN!