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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Darkness consumed Reika's collapsing consciousness, the final, devastating words "You are not my mommy anymore" echoing in the void. But the psychic assault woven by Alyssara did not grant oblivion. As Reika's awareness fragmented, the focus of the divine puppeteer shifted seamlessly, drawing another soul into its meticulously crafted torment.


Chapter 1044 - Withering Garden