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

'Do all these girls want to make this a tradition?' I mused as Rachel led me to lunch with her father and sister after spending the night with her.

At least, unlike Cecilia, Rachel hadn't insisted I address her father as "Father" while radiating enough audacity to light up a city. Small mercies, I supposed.

And, unlike Quinn, I found Alastor much easier to deal with.

The Creighton estate, though, was something else entirely. If the Slatemark Imperial Palace was the pinnacle of regal grandeur, this place was steeped in an almost otherworldly charm. The air itself seemed to hum with energy, as though the walls held whispers of centuries past.

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