WhiteDeath16

They called me a genius back on Earth. A threat. The man who broke into systems no one should access. They hunted me for years until... until they took her away.

I died with nothing left to lose.

Then I woke up here—in a world of swords and sorcery I recognize all too well. The "Saga of the Divine Swordsman." Except I'm not the hero. I'm barely a footnote in this epic tale.

That might be my only advantage.

I know this world is doomed. I know the so-called chosen one, Lucifer Windward, isn't enough to stop what's coming. I've seen how this story ends.

But this time, I refuse to be a background character in someone else's tragedy. This time, I'll change the script.

After all, what's fate to a man who's already lost everything once?

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The Extra's Rise

After I wrapped up my work with the Vakrt team, Rose caught my arm and flashed one of her ever-persistent smiles. "How about a tour of the facility?" she offered. "Since you're here, might as well see what other treasures we have for necromancers and dark mages."

"I'm not exactly a necromancer," I pointed out, falling into step beside her. "And technically, I'm more of a… hybrid dark mage with a touch of insanity."

She snorted. "Semantics. You're building a Lich from scratch, Arthur. That puts you squarely in the club, whether you like it or not. Come on, let me show you what our empire of gloom has to offer."

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