GoldenStache

"All untainted paths lead to the one truth."
—
A kind man named Malik died a ridiculous death. 
His soul was ripped out of the flow and shoved into the body of some cliché "Villain" in a faraway land... 
One that had already reached the end of their story.
He had ten days before his public execution concluded.
This Villain—well, Malik—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? He was stuck facing the very people he loved, ready to pay for all the “evil” he had done.
Fate seemed hellbent on ending him no matter where he went. But just as he was about to give up...
{Would you like to witness your real history, your Path?}
A Script appeared before his mind’s eye.
{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 him one word—ancient, powerful, and clear.
“BASSORĀH!”
Many paths came together.
Then, a projection appeared.
And it began to display... his memories? 
—
This is a story about suffering. Regret. 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: Complete}
{Volume Five, Second Sun: Complete}
{Volume Six, The Deprived Movement: Ongoing}

Extra Tags: Drama. Reaction. Misunderstanding. Transmigration. Time Travel.
Uncringed Title: I Won't Forgive You.

Misunderstood Villain: Heroines Mourn My Death

Like earlier, there was no warmth in that question.

It was plain and cold, a pin dropped in a quiet room.

Unlike Faqir, this man didn't look hurt or surprised; if anything, his grin softened into something gentler.

He gestured at a wider spot of sand near the fire and sank down cross-legged, patting the spot next to him.

Malik hesitated, then sat, folding himself down in one smooth motion.

"My last promise to you was… really selfish."

A short, self-mocking laugh left his lips.

"I knew how dependent you were on your Return By Death. I wanted to help you. I wanted to ease the weight. But… looks like I just dumped more on you. Made you feel like a hypocrite."

A faint widening—barely there, but noticeable.

Second Complacency