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 cathedral's circular chamber responded to the Zombie Crown's awakening, crystallized darkness spreading outward in patterns I'd calculated months ago during the planning phase. Everything was proceeding exactly as I'd designed it.

"Positions," I said, my voice carrying the authority of someone who had orchestrated every detail of what was about to happen. "Rose, northern point. Rachel, eastern. Reika, you'll anchor from the west."

They moved without hesitation, trusting in the plan I'd spent weeks perfecting. This wasn't some ancient ritual we were stumbling through—this was a precisely engineered magical operation, every component selected for maximum efficiency and minimal risk.

"Kali," I said, meeting her black eyes as she stood in the center holding the crown. "Ready?"

Her nod carried complete confidence in my planning. "The preparatory work was thorough. Your calculations were perfect."

Zombie Princess (3)