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

Two months. Two grueling, exhausting, occasionally infuriating months of establishing operations in the Western continent, and finally—finally—we had created something that exceeded even my most optimistic projections.

I stood in the newly constructed command center overlooking the Shadowmere Valley, watching as our third shift of logistics coordinators managed what had become the most profitable magical resource distribution system in recorded history. The holographic displays surrounding me showed real-time data that would have seemed impossible just weeks ago: profit margins approaching 400%, processing efficiency rates that defied conventional limits, and demand projections that suggested we could expand operations tenfold and still not meet market requirements.

'Two months of eighteen-hour days, constant problem-solving, and diplomatic nightmares,' I reflected, rubbing my eyes as fatigue finally began to catch up with me. But we actually pulled it off.

The Western Gambit