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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Within the decaying grandeur of the illusory throne room, Cecilia stood defiant. The phantom Arthur before her continued his cold dismissal, his words crafted to exploit her deepest insecurities about her past and her worthiness. But the core of the Crown Princess, forged in political fire and tempered by genuine love and responsibility, refused to break. She saw the illusion for what it was – a caricature, a weaponized fear. 'You are not him,' the single quote echoed in her mind, a shield of certainty. 'And you do not define me.' Her Peak Radiant aura, previously suppressed by the conceptual weight of the nightmare, began to flare, not aggressively, but assertively, pushing back against the oppressive decay, asserting her right to exist, to rule, to love and be loved despite her flaws. The projection of Arthur flickered, its cold certainty wavering slightly under her unwavering gaze.


Chapter 1048 - Shattered Mirrors