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I Am Tired Of Being A Hero

“Have you ever wished that a truck would hit you and you would transmigrate into a world filled with swords and magic? Perhaps you wished that you would be a hero, defeating the villains, protecting the land, and receiving all sorts of admiration and love from the people. I would give you one piece of advice. Perish that thought.” -Ravi West *** Ravi West was a hero of indisputable esteem. As a Sentinel, he traveled the Realms, killing villains and saving entire civilizations. His job was everything to him. Until Luxor. Luxor changed everything. Luxor changed him. Ravi was done. The tiredness etched into his bones. He laid down his mantle and vanished. He chose the most boring planet in his memory for his retirement, except this Earth was not like the one he remembered- Nests, monsters, superheroes, and villains filled the streets but that was not his business. He has a plan, a quiet, uncaring life filled with wine, food, and books. But the New Captain at the Bureau seemed to enjoy shattering all his carefully laid plans. He was the most annoying person Ravi had ever met, blonde hair, the most beautiful blue eyes, and a sunny smile, the righteous Arlen Sinclair constantly got involved in cases much bigger than him, dragging Ravi along into his Shenanigans. **** Grumpy, Cynic Shou who doesn't care if the world burns× Golden Retriever, Righteous Gong who is the first to bring the bucket to save the burning world. #Foundfamily #Sliceoflife, #crime, #mystery, #Superheros, #OverpoweredMc, #Protagonistfallsinlovefirst #MutualPampering #Powercouple #Superpowers #Cooking #Farming #yaoi #Detectives #Villains [This book is participating in the WSA contest] Disclaimer: The book cover to be taken down at owner's request.

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Ravi waited for Asher to come out while he washed the plates and cleaned up the kitchen. When the other came out, Ravi raised his eyebrow.

"I can change."

"No," Ravi said when the surprise faded. The other looked a bit like him, with black hair and hazel eyes. He bent down to look at those eyes, as a painter, he could describe it as a masterpiece, even the position of the gold flecks was identical. It was uncanny. He smiled and patted the other's head, "Your true self is still cuter."

Something flashed in those hazel eyes and Ravi could not tell what it was. Did he not believe him? Or was it something else?

He recalled Malik's words and thought for a few seconds. The box in the garden had treasures that did not look like they were crafted anyplace on Earth but the one under his bed, he teleported to his bedroom and pulled out the box under the bed.