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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.

Dark_Scholars · LGBT+
分數不夠
283 Chs

Lightly

Arlen's eyes gradually turned red and there was a mischievous expression in his eyes, "What should I do? I am a young human male in my 20s. It is a natural reaction."

Ravi had been to over a hundred worlds and had met over a hundred races so he could be qualified enough to say this. Getting aroused was definitely not a natural reaction to killing intent.

His expression must have said a lot because Arlen chuckled, "I am not planning to do anything this morning, don't worry."

"Do you feel sorry for me?" He did not feel sorry for himself anymore. For a long time he felt like he was walking on a single plank bridge that was on the verge of collapse and each time his foot stepped on the air, he believed he was going to fall and his bones and body would be smashed. But the greatest fear was not from the dangers below, it was the uncertainty in front.