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

Lucifer let out a small exhale as he studied Cecilia's expression, trying to read the motivations behind her crimson eyes. The Crown Princess of the Slatemark Empire stood before him in her private study, her usually playful demeanor replaced by something far more serious. The late afternoon sunlight streaming through the tall windows cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the tension in her posture.

"Why are you asking me this?" Lucifer asked carefully, his verdant eyes narrowing slightly. "We're not exactly... close."

It was true. Despite being classmates at Mythos Academy and both being among the most powerful individuals of their generation, he and Cecilia had never developed anything approaching friendship. They were polite to each other, certainly, and maintained the diplomatic courtesy expected between royalty, but their interactions rarely went beyond the superficial. So her sudden request for assistance was more than a little surprising.

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