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

The force of their combined tackle nearly knocked the wind out of me as Rachel and Reika crashed into the bed with desperate relief. Rachel's arms wrapped around my torso with possessive intensity while Reika claimed my left side, her usual composed demeanor completely shattered as tears streamed down her face.

"Don't you ever do that to us again," Rachel said, her voice muffled against my chest but carrying an edge of command that reminded me she was both a princess and the future Saintess. "Do you have any idea what it was like watching you collapse like that?"

'Possessive Rachel is definitely making an appearance,' I thought as her grip tightened to the point where breathing became slightly difficult.

"Master," Reika's voice cracked as she pressed closer to my side, her tears soaking through my shirt. "I thought... I thought we were going to lose you. Your magical pathways were completely overloaded, and nobody could explain what was happening."

Akasha’s Eyes (5)