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 reason why Uncle Alastor had never bothered to fully address the Ashen Territories was two-fold, and understanding his perspective helped explain why the region remained largely untouched despite being within Creighton family territory.

First, his purification magic, while formidable, wasn't specialized enough to efficiently cleanse such a vast area of concentrated Deepdark saturation. Alastor was primarily a combat mage whose abilities focused on destruction and protection rather than large-scale environmental restoration. While he certainly possessed the raw power to purify the corrupted lands if he truly committed to the effort, it would require an enormous expenditure of time and energy over potentially decades.

'He could do it,' I mused as our expedition team made final preparations for departure, 'but it would be like using a sword to perform surgery—technically possible, but far from the ideal tool for the job.'

Ashen Territories (3)