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

Time seemed to freeze in the Empress's garden. The four women stood at the entrance, expressions shifting from shock to disbelief to something deeper—emotions too complex to name.

Cecilia recovered first, her crimson eyes narrowing. "Mother, what is the meaning of this? Arthur was supposed to be with his family today." Her voice carried that familiar edge of imperial command, though it wavered slightly.

"He was," Empress Adeline replied serenely. "And now he's here. I thought you'd be pleased."

I rose from my seat slowly, acutely aware of how this scene must appear—having tea with the Empress while the four women who'd moved continents to find me stood watching.

"Arthur," Rachel breathed, her voice soft as always. The Creighton Princess stepped forward, her movements graceful despite her obvious emotion. Unlike Cecilia's fiery nature, Rachel had always been the calm river—gentle on the surface but with undercurrents of tremendous strength.

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