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?

https://discord.gg/FK9GfrSjtb

The Extra's Rise

All good things must eventually come to an end.

My winter break with the four girls had been more than just a vacation—it had been a revelation. Days filled with laughter, quiet conversations that stretched into early morning hours, brief moments of connection that somehow felt more significant than they should have. The time had passed in a blur of shared meals, casual outings, and increasingly comfortable silences where words became unnecessary.

It had clarified something I'd been reluctant to fully acknowledge: I loved them. Not as abstract concepts or characters from a story I once read, but as the complex, flawed, extraordinary women they had become in my eyes.

I loved Cecilia's fierce pride and unexpected vulnerability, the way her crimson eyes sparked with challenge one moment and softened with genuine affection the next.

Winter Break (12)