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

Wood met wood with a crystalline ring as Lucifer and Deia circled each other in the secluded courtyard. Though they wielded practice swords, both had infused their weapons with enough resonance to create the distinctive sound of true combat.

Deia struck first—a lightning-fast thrust aimed at Lucifer's left shoulder. He parried with a controlled flick of his wrist, the economy of his movement betraying years of relentless training. They separated, reset, and engaged again.

"Your style is interesting," Lucifer observed as they exchanged a series of probing attacks. His verdant eyes tracked her movements with calm precision. "Elements of traditional Eastern fencing, but with unique flourishes I haven't seen before."

Deia Solaryn (2)