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

Jasmine kicked her little feet and stretched her arms wide.

"Wanna know a secret, big brother?"

"I missed you more than you missed me!"

Malik let out a faint breath. Almost—almost—a laugh.

"…Never took you for someone so competitive."

With that, the night stretched on quietly as they watched the shimmering lake.

It was calm, serene, but not so much within Malik's mind.

He had many thousands of what-ifs raging in there.

The biggest one dominated them all...

What if he kept on going back then?

Kept trying to fix her; would he eventually figure out how?

Or was his being Corrupted before Layla a necessary prerequisite for this 'fix?'

Malik wanted to go back... he really wanted to go back... he could NOT handle another farewell, not now when he felt her warmth so closely once more.

His jaw worked, his teeth grinding against each other.

First Complacency