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 expected, Rachel really bonded with a phoenix,' I thought with genuine satisfaction as I pulled her into a congratulatory embrace, feeling the residual warmth from Aurelius's divine flames still radiating from her skin. Her joy was infectious, and seeing her succeed so spectacularly filled me with pride that had nothing to do with my own ambitions.

'Phoenixes, one of the four mythical beasts alongside dragons, qilins, and basilisks,' I reflected as Rachel practically glowed with happiness in my arms. 'Each representing the pinnacle of their respective magical affinities.'

The categorization was fundamental to magical theory, so basic that children learned it before their first formal lessons. If basilisks were renowned for their mastery of Deepdark magic, then phoenixes represented the absolute embodiment of Purelight—even more than their legendary fire abilities. The duality was perfect, balanced, and had governed magical understanding for millennia.

Divine Beast (4)