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

My heart pounded in my chest as we stood there, the gentle lapping of waves around our waists, the setting sun painting the sky in vibrant colors that seemed to mirror the intensity building between us.

"Arthur," Seraphina said, her small, pale hands taking mine, fingers massaging my palm with unexpected gentleness. "Please, with me."

"Seraphina," I murmured, her name itself a question and an answer all at once.

When her ice-blue eyes met mine, I felt my reservations beginning to dissolve. Yet beneath the surface, fear still lingered—not of her, but of what taking this final step might mean.

Because of what could be. Because of my past. Because of Emma.

Prelude to Exchange Program (4)