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

Golden sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, pulling me from the depths of sleep. As my eyes adjusted, the faint warmth on my face gave way to an undeniable realization.

I was surrounded—by four high-born ladies, sound asleep around me.

'Heaven or hell?' I wondered, glancing at their peaceful faces. They looked so serene, the usual spark of competition softened into pure calm. For once, they weren't teasing, prodding, or plotting—just sleeping, and it was impossible not to feel a flutter in my chest at the sight.

Winter Break (5)