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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
276 Chs

The feelings he kept buried in his heart

He was the most beautiful person that Ravi had ever met, sure the Netherworld and all the realms he had visited were filled with various kinds of beauty, earth-shattering, heaven-defying beauty but never had anyone graced his eyes the way Arlen did.

He seemed to glow every day, the more he knew, the more beautiful was.

He was the kindest and warmest person Ravi knew. It was as if his soul itself was a small ball of fire, radiating the kind of warmth that one would crave after coming from a winter storm.

Ravi's life was a winter storm or perhaps that is not an apt description. Perhaps his life was more like a blank canvas or a still well, whatever it was, whatever shape it took, there was no sun in it. No light. No warmth until Arlen.

So many nights Ravi clutched a wine jar and many mornings greeted him passed out on the roof. He really did not care if the sky fell on him and crushed him to pieces nor if the house sinks down and buries in the soil.