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

Alastor's smile remained warm and paternal as he gazed at Arthur, the young man he'd come to regard as a son. But then, as if a switch had been flipped somewhere deep in his mind, something shifted in his expression. The warmth didn't disappear entirely, but it took on a different quality—like sunlight glinting off the edge of a blade.

"Now then," Alastor said, his voice maintaining that same casual, conversational tone, "shall we talk about why my lovely daughter was searching for people to make cages?"

The temperature in the room seemed to plummet. Alastor's lips curved into what could generously be called a smile, but his deep blue eyes were far, far from smiling. They held the kind of cold, calculating intensity that had made him one of the most feared rulers in the world—the look that reminded anyone who saw it exactly why the Creighton family had never fallen to outside threats during his reign.

A Father's Lesson (1)