GoldenStache

{Author Of Old-World Extra}
"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? 
—
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 rest of the mission wrapped up as cleanly as it could.

The priest wasted no time heading off to their local Istgah Faraja. Not long after, officers arrived, scooped up the unconscious kids, and hauled the last man standing off to rot in the dungeon.

Layla barely said a word the whole time.

Her face was pale, eyes distant. She wasn't... there—not really.

Malik tried talking to her, grounding her, but she barely reacted. Like the whole thing had drained something out of her.

Ignoring that for now, Malik returned to the priest, helping out here and there.

When it was all finally over, they made their way back to the orphanage, silent.

The moment they stepped inside, Huda rushed to greet them.

Her face was full of worry, but she forced a smile.

"Handled. The fuckers that kidnapped them are dealt with. The kids will be back after they're healed."

Welcome To The Real World II