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

Objectively, Alyssara Velcroix was very beautiful. Her cotton candy pink hair cascaded in perfect waves, framing a face that seemed crafted by an artist with an impossible ideal in mind. Her eyes shimmered between cyan and green like the waters of a tropical lagoon shifting under different lights. And her delicate features gave her the appearance of a teenager, though something in her bearing suggested an age far greater.

I was more concerned about determining whether she was Emma or not.

Emma—the girl who had once been my everything in another life, another world. The girl whose death had broken me in ways I couldn't articulate. The girl whose memory haunted me still, even in this world of mana and monsters.

Southern Sea Sun Palace (5)