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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
272 Chs

She did not feel despair

Warning: Graphic description of death

He stepped forward and his temperament suddenly changed, the sword in his hand was extremely firm. It was like a green pine rooted on a precipice, righteous and lofty.

For a second, Helena did not feel like this person was an enemy here to kill her and her team but a righteous god here to deliver holy judgment on her.

She clenched her fist. She seemed to recollect various junctions in her life that she could leave but she didn't. The moment she joined the Phantom, it was like a one-way road without any chance to return. Wasn't there a saying that those who live by the sword would die by the sword?

The person looking at her did not have any empathy or sympathy in his eyes, he just stared at her with an indifferent gaze.

She just hoped that by now, Nova would have escaped far away. She raised her head high, staring at the man in front of her as she waited for death.