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

Rachel had given Lucifer a Divine Miracle.

Not a spell. Not a technique. A Divine Miracle. The kind that happened only when talent, desperation, and divine affinity all got fed into the same blender and someone hit "liquify."

Born from her Gift and her absurdly rare talent for Purelight, it was a surge of raw holy power—a blessing that wrapped around Lucifer like a second skin and supercharged his body to unnatural limits. It gave him wings, literally. Light-forged angel wings now shimmered behind him, burning mana to keep him airborne and fast enough to race thunder.

But then her eyes met his—Arthur's.

Azure eyes. Brilliant. Unblinking. And full of something that cut deeper than any blade: pleading.

Mind Break (2)