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

It was a very heartwarming moment. And cute too. Reika had become a bit guarded and serious over the months, so to see she had such an adorable side was refreshing. Her kissing style was endearingly innocent—her lips eagerly seeking out mine as she trembled from every touch, like she couldn't quite believe this was really happening.

Finally, we stopped kissing and our eyes met. Her eyes were always so dazzling, in the shape of violet flowers that took my breath away. Those unique irises seemed to shimmer with emotions she was still learning how to express.

"M-Master I have s-something... something to do!" Reika stammered, her face flushed the most beautiful shade of pink I'd ever seen. She scrambled out of the room with such haste that she nearly tripped over her own feet, and I had to hold back a laugh at how utterly adorable she was being.

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