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

Isolde's words dropped like a thunderclap, and my mouth fell open in pure, unadulterated shock. The impossibility of it crashed over me in waves, each more overwhelming than the last.

'I created Luna? How is that even possible?'

"I mean, the original Arthur did," Isolde clarified with the casual tone of someone discussing the weather rather than reality-breaking revelations.

'Arthur created Luna? But Luna has existed for much longer than Arthur has been alive. She was bonded to Julius, the founder of the Slatemark Empire. That was a thousand years ago.'

The contradiction made my head spin. Either Isolde was lying, or there were forces at work that defied everything I thought I understood about causality and time itself.

'Or was Luna's history with Julius fake as well?'

Akasha’s Eyes (4)