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

"Fuck, that scared the shit out of me!" Cecilia snapped, stumbling back as the surge of pressure faded like the aftershock of a gravity quake.

Her voice broke the stillness, but nobody laughed. No one even breathed. They were all too busy staring—eyes wide, lungs locked, brains refusing to process what stood ahead of them.

"Is that…" Seraphina's voice was low, but not out of calm. No, hers was the voice of someone watching a god rise from its grave. "The Vampire Monarch, Caladros von Noctis?"

A silence settled like a cold mist. Heavy. Suffocating.

They all knew that name. Everyone in the room had been raised on the stories, fed the legends of the one who nearly brought about humanity's extinction. The Vampire Monarch. The nightmare that bled daylight, second only to the Heavenly Demon himself in power and infamy.

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