The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 290 (1) - The Academys Weapon Replicator

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]He's cold,He's unspoken,He's powerful,He's a beauty identical to that of a god,His walls are up,And he's... something else.Hidden away all her life from her fate as a Silver-Haired and kept out of the grasp of the Empire for years. Sylvia's life takes a 360° turn when she's grasped away to the Empire to meet with her destiny in exchange for her father's life.An arranged marriage was all it took, into his hands, a man known as the most powerful warlock and a man said to have no desires?But beneath the warlock's icy exterior lies a heart yearning for something more, and Sylvia may hold the key to unlocking the secrets of his past.Will they succumb to the forces that seek to tear them apart, or will love conquer all in the face of darkness?-------This is the First Installation of the Silver Saga but can be read as a Standalone.Book One: SILVER-HAIREDBook Two: SILVER-HEARTBook Three: coming soon

{Author Of Old-World Extra}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 Seeker, then a Magi, 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.—This is a story about suffering. Anger. And Forgiveness.Extra Tags: Drama, Reaction, Misunderstanding, Transmigration. Time Travel.

One night of spring breeze, stirring the white window screen fluttering in the air.Only a nightstand lamp is on in the room.The light is a soft, dim yellow.......

This is a brand new story.