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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After a moment to catch their breath, Arthur rolled them so she straddled him, his hands on her hips, guiding her. Seraphina rose above him, her silver hair swaying like a curtain, her full breasts bouncing with each deliberate roll of her hips. She controlled the pace now, grinding slowly, feeling him throb inside her, the angle hitting new depths that made her gasp. His eyes drank in the sight—her toned stomach flexing, the engagement ring gleaming on her hand as she braced against his chest, projecting tiny holographic petals that danced in the air. "You're incredible," he said, his voice rough with desire, thumbs circling her nipples.


Chapter 1023 - Night Before Isolation Training (3) [R18]