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

Alastor's mind raced as he assessed the chaos unfolding before him, his Sage's Eyes automatically analyzing every detail with the precision that had made him one of the world's most formidable mages.

'I could forcefully terminate the ritual,' he thought grimly, magical power gathering around him like a storm barely held in check. 'But the backlash would likely destroy not just the hall, but Arthur himself. His mana circuits would fry completely.'

His gaze shifted to the small figure clinging desperately to Arthur's unconscious form—a girl with violet hair and golden eyes whose presence pressed against his senses like a blade drawn across silk. The power radiating from her was unmistakable, ancient and profound despite her childlike appearance.

Akasha’s Eyes (1)