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>After getting thoroughly humbled by Alastor—a experience that left me with a renewed appreciation for the vast gulf between Ascendant and Radiant rank—I soon departed the Northern continent. Not because of the beating, of course. Alastor's lesson had been delivered with the precision of a master educator, and while my pride was bruised along with several other parts of my anatomy, I bore no resentment. If anything, the sparring session had shown me exactly how much further I had to grow.</p>

<p>No, I left simply because there was nothing more for me to accomplish in the North. The Ashen Territories extraction was proceeding smoothly under Rose's capable management, my relationships with the Northern nobility were secure, and most importantly, I had urgent business elsewhere.</p>

Masquerade Auction (1)