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

The priest returned with the map, carefully unfolding it on the table.

"All the children vanished three days after their baptism, always at night."

His fingers smoothed out the worn parchment, revealing a detailed depiction of the region.

"No one ever saw the culprit. Whoever it was snuck in without a sound, left no clues, and took them away like a ghost."

"That's ridiculous! No footprints? No dragged furniture? No one sign of forced entry?"

"Nothing. It was as if the kids just ceased to exist. As you know, we reported this to the Faraja, but they refused to help. Claimed the children must've run away... that we weren't taking good enough care of them."

Malik let out a snicker, shaking his head.

"That's almost hilarious... So the church is just telling you to shut up, huh?"

The priest sighed, his shoulders slumping.

You Never Know