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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Reality snapped back with nauseating force. The absolute, suffocating negation imposed by the crimson threads vanished as if erased, severed by two clean lines of grey correction that sliced through Alyssara's imposed narrative. Ren Kagu gasped, stumbling forward as Fist Accord flooded back into his limbs, the sudden restoration of his own profound connection to spacetime almost painful after the utter void of her suppression. He looked up, steadying himself against a wave of disorientation, his God's Eyes immediately locking onto the two figures who had materialized just inches above the ravaged Kagu plaza.


Chapter 1039 - Disappointment