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

During the intermission, Arthur and Reika moved through the mansion's corridors with the casual curiosity of wealthy collectors admiring their host's estate. To any observer, they appeared to be nothing more than a couple exploring the impressive collection of art and artifacts that lined the walls. In reality, Arthur was conducting reconnaissance with the precision of a military strategist.

The mansion's layout was more complex than it appeared from the outside. Hidden passages branched off from the main corridors, concealed behind rotating bookcases and false walls that only someone with Arthur's enhanced perception would notice. He counted at least thirty guards positioned throughout the building—far more than necessary for a simple auction, even one dealing in illegal goods.

"The security seems quite thorough," Reika murmured as they paused before a particularly grotesque painting depicting what appeared to be a ritual sacrifice.

Masquerade Auction (3)