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Misunderstood Villain: Heroines Mourn My Death

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{Author Of Old-World Extra} "All untainted paths lead to the one truth." — 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.

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Chapter 1First Death

"All untainted paths lead to the one truth."

Dramatic, right? Cool? Interesting maybe?

It sounded like the kind of thing someone would say right before something really awful happened to you. And sure enough, it totally did.

There he was—the "Villain," wrapped in glowing chains, sitting on a throne, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. 

Across from him stood the "Hero," flanked by not one, not two, but four "Heroines." 

To top it all off, floating between them was a giant projection—a highlight reel of all his "evil," broadcasting his memories like it was prime-time entertainment. 

But now… where do I, the narrator, come in all of this? 

You see that "Villain?" It's me. 

I became him, taking over body and all. 

Certainly not my average Monday, that's for sure.

So you're probably wondering how I ended up here, right? 

No? Doesn't matter, let me tell you.

It all started when…

***

A man of obvious strength stood among the passing and going of a busy path, wearing a high-spec augmented suit.

He wasn't moving, just staring up at the darkening sky, golden eyes fixed on the ten moons high above.

Judging by the irritated grumbles of people weaving around him, this wasn't exactly out of the ordinary.

Seemed like stopping dead to moon-gaze was his daily routine.

He was a thorn in their otherwise monotonous commute and every word they sent his way they saw as justified. 

Who did this "retarded bastard" think he was—a main character or something?

Honestly, he just appeared like he lacked a few chromosomes.

But... unfortunately for them, none of their curses reached his ears. 

The man was simply too immersed in his thoughts.

'...Just what am I doing?'

He sighed, a long, drawn-out sound, before shutting those thoughts down and starting to move, blending into the flow of people.

The last time he let himself spiral, things certainly hadn't ended well.

Shivering slightly, he shook his head and took a deep breath, calming himself.

'Yeah... never again.'

With that, the man returned to his previous countenance, calm and steady. 

The sea of people guided him to a long queue, where those dressed like him had lined up.

He went past them and approached what appeared to be an automaton, standing in the middle of the pathway.

Without saying a word, he took out his terminal, a hand-sized mobile device, and hovered it over the automaton's plain face.

A moment passed and...

Beep!

Its eyes lit up in green, as did its mouth, forming a smile.

The sight was creepy, but it didn't bother the man at all; in fact, he seemed to find it quite comical.

"Sir Malik, one hundred Valora have been deposited in your account. If there are any mistakes, be sure to reach out."

He nodded at its words but didn't move, noticing that it had more to say.

"Thank you for your service, Sir Malik. We're pleased to inform you that your clearance level has increased. You are now eligible to participate in S-Rank raids." 

Malik furrowed his brows, reacting quite negatively to the news of his promotion.

"...Can I reject it?"

"No."

"I figured as much... Keep this off the record for me, yeah?"

"Keep what—"

"Fuck you, that's what."

"..."

"Thanks bud, have a nice day now."

With a light tap on the automaton's shoulder, he moved past it, following the crowd as if nothing had happened.

It appeared that he had been expecting the news for a while now, yet it still didn't sit right with him.

It wasn't that he wanted to stay in this Hellhole—it was the alternative that made him pause.

The reasoning wasn't hard to piece together.

Even though he didn't know how they operated exactly, whatever horrors he faced here would be incomparable to the ones in S-Rank raids.

A promotion? No, this was nothing short of a death sentence.

And Malik wasn't keen on letting it play out.

With another weary sigh—one of many that day—he trudged onward, his footsteps leading him to yet another queue.

This one was beside multiple others, each leading to rows of massive, highly reinforced buses with human-sized tires. 

Once another beep! resounded, the queue began to clear as everyone entered their respective bus.

Malik climbed aboard, making his way to the back.

He settled into a seat that was far more comfortable than the sorry excuse for a bed he had back at the dorms.

It wasn't just the cushioning, though that certainly helped—it was the location.

The back.

He had been a backbencher since birth, and for whatever reason, he always felt relaxed there, nostalgic.

Besides, it was the safest place to be if a workmate of his decided to be a little spicy.

Beep!

With that all-familiar sound interrupting his thoughts, their bus driver announced in a robotic voice:

"Destination, Dormitory A-10, ETA seven hours, seven minutes, and seven seconds. Enjoy the ride." 

Just as it stopped speaking, Malik looked outside, quietly observing the scenery as the bus began to move.

Those next to him weren't so sentimental.

Most had taken out their terminals and began to mindlessly scroll, taking in data no more important than the grime beneath their feet, utter slop meant to be forgotten.

The rest?

Loud, obnoxious chatter filled the air, voices rising and falling as they bragged about their most recent dance with monsters and how they defeated them with minimal effort.

One of them cooked up a story where he killed three monsters with a pen... yes, a fucking pen.

Typical, exaggerated... none of it mattered—none of them seemed to care.

Malik, meanwhile, was lamenting his situation and what his next steps had to be.

'Hahhh... I've got nothing to show for myself. Nothing for them, either. Maybe... just maybe, this is my chance. My chance to become a Celestial.'

That final word carried a weight that made his chest tighten.

He knew people—many much younger than him—who had already Ascended above mortality, becoming Celestials.

Some had struck it rich in some unknown Ruin, while others were propped up by a strong backing, all thanks to their good looks no doubt, a pretty face to display in advertisements to attract investors.

Their lives were the dream of many. 

But Malik? 

He was nearing thirty, still stuck in the starting position, unable to take the next step.

'Too bad my handsome mug sends those bastards running.'

His lips curled into a wry grin.

'I could've even been a model for them~.'

Chuckling quietly at his dumb joke, he glanced at those beside him, then back at the wasteland.

Malik was just like the rest of the dregs, a tiny cog in an otherwise unfathomable machine.

He recognized that.

Though he wasn't bitter about it.

...Okay, maybe a little. But he'd come to terms with his place in the world. 

He was satisfied. 

Sure, he wasn't rich, nor was he powerful, but at least he was contributing to something good.

The protection of his people—no matter how small his part in it might be.

Slowly nodding his head, he appeared to have come to a decision, one that he kept within.

Time ticked by, and soon the bus came to a smooth stop, exactly on time.

"Arrived at Dormitory A-10."

After a beep! the front and back doors hissed open.

Malik waited his turn, letting everyone leave first.

He didn't see the need to rush; the dorm wasn't going anywhere.

Why they pushed each other around when it was all the same in the end was beyond him.

But he just shrugged his shoulders and summed it up in one phrase:

'Human Nature.'

When mostly everyone had gotten out, Malik finally stood, stretching lazily before hopping off.

The pavement below lit up with a flashing green trail, guiding him forward.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, following the path past the bus stop.

While walking, his gaze wandered up to the buildings surrounding him, piercing the clouds in the sky.

Stark, uninspiring blocks of reinforced concrete and steel, their identical designs blending into one monotonous backdrop.

"WATCH OUT!"

But just as he was about to look away, a man's shout yanked his attention.

He was on a hoverboard barreling straight toward him, threatening to crush his head. 

Malik's eyes widened, and he stepped back with all his strength. 

His body flew for a moment, just barely dodging the man.

But before he could even feel relief—

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK! 

His heart sank. 

That desperate step of his had sent him right into oncoming traffic.

If it were a cruiser or even some kind of sports car, he could've easily cleared it, but this...

'Oh, you've got to be kidding me.'

It was a truck so massive that it took two whole lanes of the road.

'Dammit!'

Using the momentum from his last step, he pushed off the ground hard, throwing himself into a backflip high up in the air.

The top of his head barely missed scraping against the truck's roof as it roared by, leaving only the rush of displaced air in its wake.

'Close… too close.'

But, again, his relief was short-lived.

Twisting his body and looking down, he saw exactly where he was going to land—or rather, on whom.

There was no time to avoid it, no time to even yell a warning.

All he could do was brace for impact, raising his arms.

Thud!

The collision sent the poor guy flying like a rag doll, hitting the ground and rolling to a stop before a dumpster filled with trash.

Malik landed a little more gracefully, but not by much, stumbling to his feet.

"Shit…"

He glanced at the dazed figure sprawled out ahead of him.

"Guess I'm buying him lunch after this."

Malik was about to check up on him, but just as he began to crouch down, movement caught his eye—a glint of steel nearing his head.

'OH COME ON!'

It didn't take a genius to piece it together.

That poor guy had been someone's target, and Malik, in all his unlucky glory, had just taken his place.

'This's what I get for being stingy.'

Malik would've chuckled at the absurdity of what was happening, but he had no time to.

He needed to figure out what to do in those fractions before the strike reached him.

Only one thing came to mind.

Throwing himself forward, he dropped to the ground.

That was the right move, but it wasn't fast enough.

A moment before he could escape the dagger's trajectory, it had reached him, easily going through his augmented suit's force shield, as it had almost no energy, and grazed the back of his neck, deep, drawing blood.

"Ugh—!"

In incredible pain, he rolled to his back, blood gushing and dripping as he barely stopped himself from groaning.

'Fuck me.'

Clutching the wound, Malik fumbled for the emergency pills in his pocket.

But of course, fate wasn't done with him yet.

Before he even had a chance to pull them out, he was interrupted once more.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A scream from above made him freeze.

His head tilted up, neck throbbing, to see a guy hurtling through the air face-first, flailing like a deranged skydiver.

Malik blinked.

'Seriously?'

The guy was plummeting straight toward him.

'You've got to be kidding... am I dreaming?'

He chuckled in disbelief, wondering what he did to anger the world so much.

Giving up, he locked eyes with the screaming idiot, whose face twisted in terror as the ground rushed up to meet him.

They were blank.

'...We're both having a bad day, huh?'

Splat!

***

In a realm heavy with divinity, where void was commonplace, three beings stood in silence.

The first was a figure of pure white, featureless, save for 'His' eyes—a deeper black than the darkness surrounding them.

They drew in everything, commanding death. 

Beside 'Him,' the embodiment of shadow took form, 'Her' presence a swirling mass of endless depth.

'Her' rubies of red held a stillness that felt eternal as if they saw the unseen. 

It wouldn't be far from the truth, after all; darkness hid everything, and the night saw all.

Before them, shrouded in a shifting blue 'fog,' was another figure.

Nothing but 'Her' eyes were revealed—two clocks of a deep blue.

Their faces were devoid of hands or numbers, yet if looked at long enough, one would imagine a ticking hand

Together, they gazed into a window through space suspended in the void below.

It showed the scattered remains of Malik and the 'nameless,' his head crushed beyond recognition.

"Are you sure about him?"

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Oh would you look at that, you usual brain rot title, your usual horny mind cover page. What can you even expect on this site? ... What's that? Wait, you mean this novel is good? Oh hell nah... ... .. . ...is it? This novel is what I can only assume to be a continuation of OWE, the previous (incomplete) work by Mr. Stache. It follows our usual plot, you have the main character, annnnnnnnnnnd he's dead. Now's he's transmigrating? Oh wow, he's transmigrating into a nearly dead Villain in a novelesque scene. How Original!~ Any moment now, we'll hit the regression button and go back to the ver-- ... Huh. No regression it seems. Instead, what is this, a Soap Opera? Ah... the characters are viewing the past thanks to some holy artifact, and they find out that the man that they put on death's door, the one who they thought of as the most villainous monster in history, he was in actually a soft man!? With a soft heart, that had no choice but to freeze under the assaults of the world. Wow, how sad... I can almost shed a tear... Tears for all the readers that dismiss this story as your usual webnovel bullshit. TL;DR: This novel is a gut-wrentcher that does not hold back on its punches when it slams the waterworks. Go read it, I'm not asking. Zi Long Ling Long Land Verisioness~~~ Let's start with some concrete stuff before I start fan-boying. 1. Writing Quality: Top Notch. You hardly find any grammatical error, if any. Sentences? To the point, no BS mode. Obviously, it switches things up when expositions need to take center stage. To illustrate, long time webnovel readers of the modern day, the xianxia and system enthusiasts, the exposition sounds like a mirror. It's fun, humorous, and tries to give everything personality in a place where all you can find are edgelords who wish to see nothing but a similarly edgelord MC with a gazillion wives and strength that slaps people over and over again. It doesn't feel boring, but rather consistent. 8/10 Update Schedule: Check the frequency of OWE's updates. You'd expect this new novel to be dead by now no? How surprising it must be, to find that the author hasn't missed a single fucking day since he first began? Let's hope he doesn't go on a long ass smoke break again. 10/10 World Building: Take LoTM, but tone it down a few levels, and remove the 60 page exposition of how smooth and buttery the chicken peas are, or how juicy the pork is. Okay, maybe tone LoTM down a few more levels. Whatever it is, it's enough. The author expects you to go through the story and understand shit when needed, so he doesn't bore you with stuff. However, you can see that the world that they live in has history. Now how it develops in the future is not something I can say. For now, 6.3/10. Character Design: Take a character, introduce him/her to the main character, familiarize and build up rapport with the readers, and then kill them off. Textbook formula no? What's hard? Doing all this and executing in such a way that the death HITS. What's harder? Doing all THAT, in less than 90 chapters, TWICE, with a bunch of shit happening in the background. For those that we've gotten to properly experience, all I can say is that they are fleshed out as hell. But for the others who we haven't yet reached, they still live a lil 2D. And the crowd has personality, but not enough. For now, 6+Potential(10)/10 Story Development: Twists here, twists there, plot points that make the author seem like a man with a plan (or a smartass, choose your fancysmansy), and wonderful execution to a point. Good shit. The characters act in a way that can be understood. As one 'I'm the second coming of Jesus' would say: Reasonable Development. 8.5/10 (high balling a teeny amount because of potential) ..I started fanboying anyway. FUCK. Well, whatever. From what I've heard, the story won't be SS long, but more in the fields of 'it's enough.' Start reading, because no way in hell am I letting myself be the only one suffering due to cliffhangers. (binged the entire shit fortunately, and we're just now entering the new volume, so there's shit to be seen.) Overall rating: 4.6384/5. MOARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR--

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Score:8/10 Wont lie this book probably has the most innovative idea for the ‘Misunderstood Villain’ genre The writing quality is pretty good and the way the story is portrayed is very new. I am sure anyone who reads it will probably have their intrest piqued. The story of the villain being portrayed for the world to see, along with live coments from the audience is a very fun experience. The story tackles very real sentiments, where if someone is considered ‘evil’ then the their whole life is considered a cumulating of ‘evil deeds’. But at the same time ‘transmigration’ was not really needed in the story. It might be useful way far into the story but along the current chapters it is not needed. The supporting cast is also very intresting we have: transmigrator , reincarnated one and returner. Along with normal people. With the main aspect being either they hate the mc or they believe they were betrayed by him. The world is built along the movie. It’s a nice way to give details about the world and its inhabitants. But alas even after all the good points I probably won’t continue reading the book. Its really just a ‘me’ problem, which is I really don’t care about the past. Knowing what’s happening in the present. the past events don’t matter to me. I already know the end point of the story. I already know the big spoiler so I feel less intrested in the story with every chapter. Like sure it’s intresting how much efforts the mc is making to save Huda and Sinbad but I already know Huda reaches her uncle and Sinbad dies. Sure it would be intresting to know how it happned but I can just accept something bad happned and leave it at that. I don’t care about the romance if you already told me who the interests are at the beginning cause I already know what the end result is. Again it would be cool to know the details but I can live with ‘The Fl fell in love with the mc but felt she was betrayed when he broke her trust or killed their loved ones’. I already know they will hate him enough to reach this point, where is chained up, at the edge of death. And after all the story is told, there isn’t much that could happen: either the mc survives or he dies. Yeah sure it’s the journey that matters but you already showed me the ending and then started the journey Again as I said it’s probably a ‘me’ problem. I am probably being narrow minded and not seeing the bigger picture. And am probably being under appriciative of the art. I know the story wants me to see the life of a misunderstood hero. But I don’t want to make an effort to understand it. Hope this book finds success though, as I feel it brings something new to the table and is not just some generic copy paste story.

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