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

Arthur didn't bother with pretense or warming up. He understood exactly what kind of test this was, and half-measures would only result in a more thorough beating. His sword materialized in his hand as he shot upward in a burst of movement, astral energy immediately coating the blade in a brilliant azure sheath.

Grade 5 Art: Tempest Dance Technique.

His blade began to move in the distinctive flowing patterns of the Tempest Dance, each stroke building upon the previous one as astral energy accumulated around the weapon like a gathering storm.

Alastor watched with the patient attention of someone observing a particularly interesting experiment. He didn't move, didn't even shift his stance. He simply raised his left hand slightly, and the mana in front of him condensed into an invisible barrier.

A Father's Lesson (2)