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

Consciousness returned to me like waves lapping against a distant shore—first as fragmented sensations, then gradually coalescing into coherent awareness. The first thing I noticed was weight on my chest, warm and slight but undeniably present. The second was the absence of the excruciating pain that had torn through my magical pathways during... during what exactly?

'The Divine Beast bonding ceremony,' I remembered with growing clarity. 'The contradiction between my Deepdark and Purelight finally catching up with me.'

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against soft light that filtered through what appeared to be elegant curtains. The room around me was unfamiliar yet clearly expensive—the kind of guest quarters that spoke to the Creighton family's legendary hospitality and unlimited resources.

Akasha’s Eyes (2)