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

<p>One moment I was facing certain death, Lyra's spear descending toward my heart—the next, I stood in a vast field of yellow carnations stretching toward the horizon, swaying gently under a warm breeze. The transition was seamless, the battlefield vanishing without warning or transition.</p>

<p>The sensory detail was overwhelming. Not the half-formed impressions of a dream or vision, but perfect replication of reality. I could feel the earth yielding slightly beneath my feet, smell the sweet perfume of thousands of blooms, hear the rustle of petals brushing against each other in the wind. Sunlight warmed my skin with the precise intensity of mid-afternoon.</p>

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