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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Rachel's awareness snapped into focus not with a gasp, but with a jolt of pure, ice-cold terror that constricted her chest, instantly familiar and utterly nauseating. She was small again, no older than eight, her limbs feeling clumsy, her perspective low to the ground. She stood just outside a heavy, ornate door in the Creighton estate, specifically, the wing her mother had occupied during that terrible period. Sunlight streamed through a high window nearby, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, catching the gold in her own childhood hair, glinting off the polished, sterile perfection of the corridor floor. The air was unnaturally still, carrying the faint, cloying scent of stale perfume and something else… ozone? Fear?


Chapter 1045 - Unbreakable Cycles