GoldenStache

{Author Of Old-World Extra}
"All untainted paths lead to the one truth."
—
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? 
—
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: Complete}
{Volume Four, I Saw A Dream: Ongoing}

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

Misunderstood Villain: Heroines Mourn My Death

{Outside The Projection}

The moment the projection paused, the crowd burst into noise.

"I swear on my ancestors, I thought that bitch was about to cut Madam Layla's throat!"

"Yeah, but even back then our lady was the best haha!"

"She's not a heroine that needs saving!"

"Forget all that. Did you hear what she said? We nearly guessed everything correctly!"

"And they almost got away with it. Imagine if it wasn't him they tried fooling."

While they went on and on, Layla stared at the projection, lost in thought.

She barely heard the crowd. Barely felt their eyes on her.

She was somewhere else. Somewhere in the past.

It had been a quest. A little adventure.

Save the kids. Deal with the kidnappers. Simple.

But that wasn't the whole truth, was it?

Unfamiliar Luxury