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

"What are you?" I asked first, needing to establish basic understanding before diving into more complex questions.

"Oh, an easy question to start with," Isolde said with obvious amusement, settling more comfortably into her chair. "I am the Queen of the Creighton family, though I suppose our previous meetings were rather... limited in scope. I had to be cryptic back then—you were far too weak for these truths. Your light was nothing more than a dim torch in a tornado."

She paused, her sapphire eyes studying me with calculating intensity. "My Gift is called Akasha's Eyes. It connects me directly to the Akashic Records managed by Akasha herself, granting me glimpses of past, present, and future."

My eyes widened in shock. 'That's completely different from what the novel described,' I thought with growing unease. 'And infinitely more powerful than I ever imagined possible.'

Akasha’s Eyes (3)