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

The crimson tendrils writhing through the air were unmistakable—a type of magic based on miasma instead of mana that could only be wielded by vampires and, by extension, the cultists of the Red Chalice who worshipped them. Magic that should have been extinct, relegated to history books and cautionary tales.

My mind raced as Mathias stepped in front of me, his wind and dark mana wrapping around us protectively in swirling layers of midnight blue and silver. The Commander's presence was like a fortress, his power radiating with controlled precision.

But beneath my combat focus lurked a far more troubling question: Why?

End of Inter-Academy Festival (5)