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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Two years. Twenty-four months had slipped by under the thin veneer of global peace, a fragile normalcy painstakingly rebuilt in the wake of apocalyptic conflicts. Cities hummed, data flowed across continents, economies churned, and the average citizen walked under skies blessedly free from the immediate terror of divine or demonic intervention. It was a world cautiously looking forward, trying desperately to believe the worst was truly over. Yet, beneath this carefully constructed calm, unseen forces gathered strength, hidden clocks counted down inexorably, and the true, deferred cost of past battles festered like a hidden wound, awaiting the precise moment to erupt.


Chapter 1035 - The Eastern Spark