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

As the evening progressed, the atmosphere in the Grand Ballroom seemed to grow more relaxed and festive. The initial wave of gossip and speculation had settled into a more comfortable buzz of social interaction, and I noticed that both our group and Lucifer's had become focal points for broader conversations rather than subjects of whispered speculation.

"Arthur," a familiar voice called from behind me.

I turned to find Lucifer approaching our table, looking remarkably composed despite the attention his own unconventional arrangement had been generating throughout the evening. His formal attire was impeccable, and he moved with the confident bearing that had always characterized him.

"Lucifer," I replied, rising to greet him properly. "Enjoying the evening?"

Fall Ball (3)