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

<p>The warmth of Master's lap beneath my cheek was exactly as I remembered it—comforting, safe, home. I closed my eyes and allowed myself this moment of perfect contentment, my violet hair spilling across his knees like moonlight. The familiar scent of him, that unique combination of strength and gentleness that was purely Arthur Nightingale, filled my senses and made my chest tight with emotions I'd been carrying for so long.</p>

<p>'I've been good, haven't I?' The words had slipped out so naturally, so easily. Just like before, when I'd knelt beside his chair in this very study and made what I'd thought was such a selfish, embarrassing request. I remembered how my heart had hammered in my chest that day, how I'd been certain he would refuse, push me away, remind me of my place.</p>

Extraction (3)