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 sitting room door burst open with enough force to make both Rachel and me jump apart, our romantic moment shattered like glass against stone. Rose Springshaper stood in the doorway, her auburn hair slightly disheveled from what must have been a very hasty return journey from the Ashen Territories. Her brown eyes blazed with an anger I'd rarely seen from the usually composed businesswoman.

"Arthur Nightingale," she said again, her voice carrying the kind of controlled fury that was somehow more intimidating than Rachel's earlier threats. "We need to talk. Now."

Rachel instinctively moved closer to me, her hand finding my arm in a gesture that was part protective, part possessive. "Rose, what's wrong? Did something happen at the extraction site?"

Extraction (5)