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

<p>I arrived at the Ouroboros guild headquarters with my usual efficiency, my heels clicking against the polished floors as I made my way through the familiar corridors. After weeks of intensive intelligence gathering and coordination work, Arthur had finally given me some time off—something I had initially protested but had come to appreciate. The brief respite had allowed me to catch up on personal matters and recharge my mental batteries, but now I was ready to dive back into the complex web of information management that kept our operations running smoothly.</p>

<p>The guild building was bustling with activity, as usual. Staff members moved purposefully through the halls, coordinating various projects and maintaining the intricate systems that supported our Gold-rank status. The aetherite mining project had everyone energized—the potential applications were staggering, and being part of such a groundbreaking venture had elevated morale throughout the organization.</p>

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