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

After succeeding in turning Kali into a Zombie Princess, I returned to the Creighton estate with the four girls. The transformation had gone flawlessly, exactly as I'd planned, and now it was time to capitalize on our success. The Ashen Territories held far more valuable necromantic materials than just the Zombie Crown, and Rose had already demonstrated her business acumen by preparing extraction operations before we'd even returned.

"It's good having such a smart employee," I said as I grabbed Rose by the waist, pulling her closer in the privacy of the estate's study.

"I do my best," she replied, leaning her head against my chest with that practiced casualness she'd perfected. Rachel was currently meeting with her father Alastor, no doubt briefing him on our expedition. Reika and Kali were elsewhere in the estate, probably adjusting to the increase in mana rank and strength.

Which left just me and Rose to handle the business side of our little adventure.

Extraction (1)