Misunderstood Villain: Heroines Mourn My Death

{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?